forum May I Have This Dance? O/O (CLOSED)

Started January 02, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Who is it? Do I know her?" Violet was intrigued. She sipped from her cup until it was near empty.

"Nah," her partner replied. "She's.. special." Special, in Peter's vocabulary, meant someone he highly disapproved of, but didn't want to offend anyone by saying such. He had a plethora of his own politically correct euphemisms– well insulated instead of fat, per sé. Only people closer to him, such as her, could be fluent in his language.

"Ah…" Violet nodded, looking at him. "Tell me what you really think," she teased.

He tilted his head, then to the other side to pop his neck. "She doesn't dress very modestly." Peter mumbled, lip twitching at the reminder thta his little brother was under such an.. unpreferred influence.

"Oh… I see," she muttered. She finished the last of her coffee and felt energized. "Shall we?" she asked, putting her cup down on the counter.

"One more sip," he replied, tipping the cup all the way to chug the last remnants of his beverage. He tossed the cup into the trash and stood. The coat over his shoulders became shed to the side, "Mind the shoulder, it's sore from last time,"

"Right," she said with a smile. "And my ankle too."

"Aye." He acknowledged, peeling off the turtleneck as they walked to meet one another on the polished hardwood of the practice dance floor. He always wore tanktops underneath, the Drunk Dad tanktops as Alex humorously dubbed them.

She lifted her chin. "Ready?"

"Yes maam," he smiled.

(Yeah definitely! And sorry, I always forget to change the title!)

(You're good! Thank you!)

She pressed play on the music for their routine and tossed her phone aside.

Peter popped his knuckles, and turned his feet into first position.

She grinned and began to move along with the tune of the music.

As did he, reciting the moves inscribed in his head.

She closed her eyes, letting the music control her limbs. She felt so free when she danced like this with him.

When the move came for him to, he swept her up into the air and spun her. It looked dainty and easy to an audience, but she could feel his arms tremble.

"You got this," she urged quietly. "I trust you."

A little bit of a huff left his mouth. Up so close she could see the sweat forming glittery sheets across his forehead. "Thank you," he replied in a breathless grunt, finally letting her down.

She breathed heavily and smiled as they finished, their faces close together. "Good run," she said, slightly breathless.

He nodded briskly, kind of squinting. "It.. still surprises me how much this still gets from me," Peter smiled a little.

"What do you mean?" she asked, still trying to catch her breath.

"How much effort it takes to keep you steady," Peter replied. "I mean, I wouldn't want to drop you," Peter sat down to massage his foot, blowing hair from his face. He shot her a playful look, "Or would I?"

Violet arched her eyebrows. "You think it would be funny?"

He closed his eyes for a moment with a fallen smile, "In all seriousness, I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you,"