Clara and John
John wasn't going anywhere this time. The drug worked in his system, making him hyper-focused, and she was the nucleus. He danced with Clara, oblivious to everyone around them. John's fingers walked around her front to clasp together over her naval and his chest pressed to her back.
John breathed her in, let her fill his senses as he did sometimes with his magic. John wondered if he could read her like he could the power lanes of a spell.
"I'm so glad you agreed to come with me. Sorry if I was a little weird at first. I take a while to warm up sometimes." He smiled and turned her around so that now her front was against his front and his hands slipped around her back, caressing her bare skin. John dipped his head and pressed his brow to Clara's brow. He gazed into her beautiful clear eyes, enchanted by them.