Sharon and Mobius
The giddy laugh was music to Sharon's ears. Might have been even better than the caramel of Mobius's mysterious accent. She watched his face with rapt attention, while the rest of the world--the room, the Asgardians, Midgardians, and all the other dignitaries from the other realms, the dancers, the feasters, the music, the chatter--faded away. It was that way a lot when she was with Mobius: nothing mattered but the two of them.
"Just kinda," she teased, watching him cuddling against her palm. "Think I might keep you around."