Julian Blackthorn and OTA (Multiples Welcome)
This cruise had been more a torture to Julian than a pleasure. Waking up next to Emma every morning had tested the boundaries of his rather formidable will. He'd managed not to do anything more than jump out of bed every morning and disappear into the bathroom for a cold, cold shower, but that was hardly something that was amazingly fun for him. He was almost certain that Emma was in the same predicament.
Still, he couldn't help but keep an eye out for her as the dancing began. He loved to watch her dance. Hell, he loved to watch her move. They'd both been so trained for fighting that their bodies were incredible at things like dance, although Emma was most certainly better at both than he was.