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colossal-fallout · 1 year

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Paladin Danse 11 & 9 for fem!Reader please!

Event:

11 - Praise Kink & 9 - Hotel

Warnings ⚠️ Smut. NSFW.

Danse flicks his eyes up to the sky, the orange glow of twilight quietly seeping into the blue was a sure sign it was starting to get late. Sweat beaded on his furrowed brow, knowing where he was and where the nearest hotel was, he was not impressed in the slightest.

Elder Maxson has ordered the two of you to clear out the super mutants that had claimed their home upon a major supply line running between Diamond City and ...Goodneighbour. Cringing at the thought, he glanced his deep eyes in your direction as you finished off the last abomination with ease. He mulled over ideas in his head, but no, the safest option would be to head into that town that reeks of garbage and is full of ghouls.

"Well done." His head nods with approval as you strut towards him casually, your beautiful form being tightly hugged by your Brotherhood uniform. "Its getting late. We should turn in, to the nearest settlement."

"Right." You nod in agreement, slightly out of breath from your killing spree. You begin taking in your surroundings. "Hotel Rexford it is."

You notice Dance is stiff lipped the entire time, from when you see the flashing neon sign to checking into the ancient hotel. You know he tries. Tries his damned hardest. But he's had years of conditioning, he's conditioned to hate any and all ghouls. Any synthetic human and anything deemed "unclean". Its going to take time, education and patience to get him to accept, not only those different from yourselves, but your friends too. Nick. Hancock. Heck, even Strong has been growing on you recently.

You place your weapons down on top of the clothes chest once you reach the room, the sound of Danse clanking behind you, stopping as he closes the door, the hydronic hiss of his power armour opening up to give him freedom from his metal body.

You don't even have time to turn around when you feel his hands snake around your waist and up to your breasts, his deep panting hot in your ear.

"I've been waiting for this all day..." He mumbles into your neck as his lips close in, his tongue tasting your flesh.

Your body instantly heats up.

When you first started being romantic with the paladin, he was like a lost little boy. He had no idea how to act or what to do.

But now?

Now?

Now, he's had a taste. It fuelled an appetite. A deep, primal hunger where it was impossible to keep his hands off you. Danse is a greedy man when it comes to your body. He loves you for many reasons but sexually, nothing turns him on more than knowing how perfect you are. You're untainted from radiation, being from the pre war era; you are the epitome of clean.

His fingers now pull down at the zip of your suit, his panting getting more heavy from each slow tearing sound.

You head almost spins as all your blood rushes quickly down to your sex, his solid barrel chest pressing against your back.

Back on the Prydwen, it was near impossible for the two of you to be intimate. It was always too busy. People in and out, needing your Paladin for certain tasks, permissions and paperwork. The Brotherhood never sleeps; there's always shift rotations to ensure there are plenty of tasks to be completed.

So you bet your bottom cap that when you were both deployed on a mission, you were both elated to spend some time alone, even if it meant waiting until the mission was done.

With a groan of impatience, Danse brings his left arm up over your shoulder, not wanting to let go of you, as his teeth grip his glove, pulling his skin free of any barrier between your now open suit and his hungry palms.

"You smell so good..." His moan into your neck rumbles you, his bare hand now in your suit and down your shirt, your breast being groped and rolled in his paw. You feel his monstrous hard cock pressing against your lower back, his hips rocking gently as he craves your friction. Danse's calloused fingers feel delightfully rough as he pulls on your nipple, his free hand now pulling down your suit, past your shoulders and to your waist. The same hand grabs your waist firmly, pulling you harder against his solid frame.

You're melting like butter at his affections, folding and collapsing into a haze of lust.

Danse isn't just lustful when he fucks you. He's so loving. He loves you, so much.

Your name escapes his lips in a fogged breath, your form trapped between the clothes chest and himself.

"D-Danse..." you stammer in reply, all control of yourself thrown out of the window.

"Gorgeous." He whispers as he spins you around. "So gorgeous..."

His lips press against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, invading, prodding and tasting. His brows are arched and desperate, his stubble rubbing against your mouth as he kisses you deeply.

Your suit falls from your waist to your ankles, and he doesn't waste any time picking you up out of your crumpled clothing on the floor, and sitting you upon the other chest.

He's starving for you, his kisses getting more urgent and his beautiful dark eyes becoming glazed with lust. His cock throbs painfully within his suit as your fingers run through his thick, obsidian hair.

"You're perfect... and you're all mine." He whispers with the same amount of authority he does with his soldiers.

Your back arches and you cry out loud when he suddenly moves his mouth down to your wet slit, his warm, textured tongue licking its length.

Your thighs lock him into place and your fingers grasp at his hair as his tongue relentlessly flicks over your clit, your hips rocking into him.

He hums into you, the vibration of his deep vocal chords only increasing the immense pleasure that's washing over you in waves.

His rough facial hair feels divine in contrast to the target of pleasure he's hitting with his tongue, over and over again.

"You're so good at that..." you hiss, legs trembling.

His eyes flick up and lock onto yours as he works you. You were the one who taught him, after all.

"Oh Danse..." you breathe, the sight of his chocolate eyes from between your legs only helping your building pleasure build up to that sweet snap.

He can't take much more.

He continues lapping you like a starved puppy and begins to unzip his orange jumpsuit, his muscular chest, broad shoulders and strong back coming into your view.

"D-danse... I... ah... oh..."

He smirks into you as your orgasm springs into life, your body tumbling down the rabbit hole of ecstacy and sin. It's been a good few weeks since your last, and this one was making up for lost time as your vision fades and eyes roll, exploding and yet imploding simultaneously.

"You deserve everything..." He pants gently as you slowly come back to life. His own lust has now totally taken over, revealing his bare kinks. His pupils are dilated as he gets to his feet, grabbing the base of his cock and pushing the head of it just in and put of your spasming, warm entrance.

"G-god..." He stammers at the feeling of you.

His free hand runs through your hair before grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. At the same time, he pushes his full length into you, both groaning into the others mouth.

He begins to roll his hips in a slow, yet firm rhythm, gazing into your eyes behind his heavy lids. You're both so far gone, you don't even notice the clothes chest banging off the wall.

You see his bare back and ass in the broken mirror that was upon the opposite wall, your senses being overloaded with stimulation. The muscles moving under his skin with every thrust.

"You're my queen" He whispers into your ear, in-between nibbles of it. "Let me pleasure you. Let me fuck you, whenever you need it."

This was the only time he really cursed. And it was so hot.

You can only gasp in return, the relentless pushings of his dick taking away most of your cognitive abilities.

"My dick is yours to use, to sit on, whenever you'd like." He offers with a smirk, his lust taking him to a different level of his personality. One that was buried deep in his primal DNA.

"So, perfect. You're perfect, y/n..."

He suddenly picks you up, his cock still pulsing within your insides as he places you on the bed and crawls over you, your knees being pushed up to your head as he slides in even deeper.

"Look at those beautiful breasts bounce with my thrusts..." He pants, totally enamoured by you. "You're so soft, so precious, yet so strong... I... ahh..." His pace picks up as well as the strength of his movements. "So clean... so pure... Good girl. You feel so good for me. You milk my dick so good."

His lips find yours, his groans increasing in pitch and frequency.

"Use me at your will." He begs, his grip on your skin tightening. "Ride me whenever you want... I'm at your service. You deserve to be relieved URGH... whenever you need it... my beautiful, gorgeous... fuck, I'm going to cum."

His words cut short as his release is near, his hand grabbing your face.

"Look at me. Look into my eyes. Cum for me."

You were already so close but that pushed you.

"Good girl. That's my girl. Shhhhit."

You both cum, hard.

His grunts are melodic as he keeps pushing his thick cum as far as he can inside of you.

He peppers you with kisses, desperate and Still amazed sex can feel this good. He's so glad you introduced him to it, and he's even more happy to have you be the one he fucks.

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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years

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Day 27 -- Danse

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 27 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Overstimulation with Danse x F! Sole

So much self indulgence.

Whoops. 😈

I hope you all enjoy! <3

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Overstimulation, vaginal sex, reunion sex, kissing, love, intense lovemaking, passion, marking, multiple orgasms, creampie.

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The man was relentless.

The copious endurance trainings, their time spent together in the early throes of their relationship, as well as the torturous time away from one another all pushed him further than he’s ever been before, harder than he’s ever been, making him last longer than Sole ever thought was possible.

Her fingers gripped the soaked bed sheets, her eyes closed tight as she felt that bubbling, rising pressure building deep in her stomach for the umpteenth time that night.

Realistically, it must’ve been the fourth or fifth orgasm he was going to wring from her, but dammit if it didn’t feel like this rolling, overwhelming pleasure was endless.

A lingering heat was overtaking her body, it had been for the past couple… what? Hours they’d been at it?

How the hell is he still going?

Danse rutted into her like a man possessed, their time spent away from each other over the past few weeks all collecting to this cacophonous moment that they got to be together, alone, and just be. He was always so careful, so incredibly in his head about almost everything, but being stuck here, being damn near imprisoned in this infernal Bunker while his love was out in the world, in danger, without him, both of them feeling so… alone…

How could he possibly hold back?

It would be doing both of them an immense disservice.

At least, that’s what he had to tell himself, to keep his mind from believing he was deranged. This was so… unlike him, but he couldn’t help it. For the first time… probably ever, Danse let his control slip from his calloused hands, he let himself loose, he let his feelings take over, let his physical body go past the point of exhaustion and into a new realm of utter elation he never thought he’d be capable of. Mindless physical actions weren’t his MO, not ever in his life, and this, well… it wasn’t completely mindless, but it was wholly unconstrained and completely detached from his usual stern inner monologue.

And with everything he’d learned about himself, everything he now knew he was, whether he liked it or not, allowing himself to let loose was cathartic as all hell.

Sole was more, so much more, than a means to an end, than a tool for him to use, and they both knew that damn well, but when they’d grabbed him by the shoulders earlier, when they’d pulled his body onto theirs, bare and heated and ready, when they’d kissed him with a fervor he’d never seen before, never felt, when they’d ran their hands over his every square inch of flesh, when he’d allowed himself to do the same, it had all fanned the flames of his want, had all uninhibited him to the point of disorientation. And Sole had begged him for it. Begged him to let go.

Like the good soldier he was, Danse simply had to follow orders. It was non-negotiable.

Even now, Sole was begging him, ordering him, in her own way. Not with words, not anymore, she’d lost access to something so structured as language two thundering releases ago. Now it was with her still-grasping hands over his scarred and scratched shoulders, with the breaths that spilled over his sweaty chest, with the way her teeth set against his skin, marking him and spurring the heat within him even harder, with the way her trembling hips still made an effort to meet his enthusiastic thrusts.

He’d had her a number of times that night, had her continually, brought her crashing down more times than could be counted on one hand, and he wanted it again. Danse wasn’t a greedy man, but this thrilling enterprise, this growing number that promised pleasure for the person he cares more for than anything or anyone else in his life, that he could strive for. In this, he could be ambitious.

Sole's walls clenched over him tightly, her fatigued body and mind putting her exhaustion behind her for the time being, in favor of relenting to– or encouraging, even– Danse’s relentless lovemaking. He had yet to spill over that edge himself tonight, miraculously, but if his partner's body begged him much more, he wasn't sure he could hold out long enough to wring another orgasm from her first. But he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try.

There was nothing like it, no experience, no sight or feeling that the ex-Paladin could compare it to, seeing his partner come undone beneath him, because of him, seeing the pleasure he is able to bring forth in her, the trust she has for him, the desire she shows. Even knowing what he is, and what he unfairly isn’t, she still craves him, she still is comfortable with him, still loves him. Like no one else has, even when he was human… Or, when he thought he was human. He hadn't felt worthy of Sole’s affections then either, and he never could’ve dreamed they’d one day be doing this together, but whether he deserved it or not, this was his reality now, and he felt beyond privileged to be able to see her this way. He was going to make the most of it. Every. Damn. Time.

With a renewed vigor, Danse threw his hips forward into her, the back of Sole's head mashing back into her pillow and her expression tightening the same as all her muscles, the same as that vice grip between her legs. Danse had to grit his teeth from the effort of dragging his member through the suffocating grip of her walls, and a vein bulged from the side of his head as he shoved in again, sawing in and out of her like a man possessed.

He was usually so gentle. Since his discovery of what he was, since he was so aware of his strength and size, Danse would leave light touches, press careful kisses, and move languidly forward into her body with slow, methodical thrusts that usually drove her wild with a maddening need. A need to go faster, to move harder, to provide that tantalizing friction that would send them both careening over the edge of their releases.

Tonight was the exception.

Danse’s pace quickened to a desperate, shallow pulse as he felt Sole clench around him again, an intense look of determination furrowing his brows and setting his amber eyes ablaze as he pushed her towards that final threshold once again. Sole’s eyes, on the other hand, were rolled to the back of her head, her eyelids closed in bliss, even as her brows furrowed and sweat beaded on her forehead from the effort and exertion of another impending orgasm building deep within her.

Danse was never much for speaking during their trysts, especially on nights like this one, but despite that, Sole found her ears drinking up the virile sounds that spilled from him. Heaving breaths and throaty grunts that had her spine tingling and heat blossoming in her core tore from his lips with each push and pull, each press of his warm, firm body against hers.

A moan of her own was pulled from her throat as his thrust took him to the very back of her, mashing against that spongy spot deep inside, and Sole was gone once again. Her nails dragged against the tarnished skin of his shoulders, leaving another strange map of scarlet paths over his usual paleness. Danse’s dark brows furrowed over his intense eyes at the newfound discomfort, at the effort of his continuing thrusts through her gripping pressure, but his gaze never left her.

It was too much.

It always had been. The way Danse looked at her when they were intimate, his adoration palpable and fierce. He looked at her the way she imagined the greatest of athletes looked to the finish line, the most ambitious of authors poured over their final manuscript, the way the world's singular, passionate artists and performers looked to a finished canvas or the blinding lights of a stage; he looked at her with purpose and drive that was unmatched, with overwhelming zeal and determination, with utter devotion, with veneration that left her breathless and dazed. He did it every damn time, and Sole found herself wondering where on earth he found the energy, what on earth he saw every time, that made him look on with such all-encompassing, loving intensity.

Just as she felt the fire of her orgasm sizzling down to another glowing bed of coals within her belly, ready and willing to alight with another bout of heated movements form her enthusiastic partner, Sole’s body jolted as she felt Danse’s full lips press to hers.

This too, was all encompassing.

He pressed to her hard, almost to the point of pain; his soft, wet lips cushioning the blow as much as possible, with all the force he put behind it, and he claimed her, consumed her with the kiss as much as any other action.

As if his relentless rutting into me isn’t enough.

But she could never complain, not with the way he drank her up, the way he tasted her like she was a slice of divinity pressed against him. Danse’s hips slowed their frantic pace as he languidly kneaded his lips against hers.

How far he’s come… Sole mused, her tired mind flickering dully back to the first times they’d been together physically, to the way he’d been so careful, so unsure, the way she felt him tremble with the strain of holding back. The chasteness of those first kisses left no indicator that he ever would have transitioned to this.

His lips never left her, even as his pace began to pick up again, and Sole whimpered against him at the oversensitivity.

Danse moaned into her as he felt her body shudder, her walls fluttering around him mutely, tiredly, still undoubtedly craving him, but having to give everything, every last spare bit of energy left within her for this one small action to show him how she wanted him still.

Reluctantly, Sole pulled her mouth from his to breathe. Yet still, the oxygen caught in her throat, almost making her choke, as his brilliant, sunset eyes blinked open. His pupils were wide and dark, his gaze hazy with his own growing need that she couldn’t believe hadn’t spilled over yet.

“How are you feeling?” His deep voice rumbled out thickly.

“M’kay.” She mumbled, her mouth and head both too groggy to work together to create speech.

A brilliant smile grew in his eyes.

“Can you handle another, love?” His hand came gently to her cheek, pushing aside a few sweaty strands of hair and caressing the skin there like it was delicate as thin porcelain.

Only if you can. She wanted to playfully jab back, knowing damn well what the answer to that was. But her mouth couldn’t handle that much, especially since his pace had begun to hasten against her.

In the end, all she did was nod, and Danse kissed her again, no less passionate than the last.

He pulled away only as he felt her struggle to breathe again, and pressed his warm lips instead to the shell of her ear.

“I love you, Sole.” She groaned as his hand moved over her breast, kneading the soft flesh just above her heart as he whispered to her.

"I missed you." His hands gripped at her just the smallest bit harder, almost unnoticeable, but for the way his accompanying voice made it sound so tragic, made his touch feel like it could never bear to leave her.

“I love you.” Danse repeated, his voice firm, for its shakiness, loud for the breathy way it left him. It was muted and yet it was powerful, much like the rest of him.

All Sole managed to voice in return was a moan of agreement, nodding still as he pulled back to kiss her cheek, then her jaw, down to her neck, where he mouthed against that sensitive skin hotly. His breath spilled over her, raising a cluster of goosebumps along her sweat-slick skin and making her shudder once more.

Danse grunted at the clench of her walls around him, and for the first time that night, Sole felt his member twitch deep within her.

Fucking finally.

Even amidst the overwhelming pleasure encompassing her like a soft down comforter, Sole felt sleep longing to tug down on her eyes and claim her consciousness. She was more exhausted than she could remember being in… well, over 200 years, but still, she wanted– no, needed him to finish before she could let herself rest. After, what? Six orgasms on her end, she figured it’d be selfish to make him stop now. Now, when he was finally close.

Sole arched her neck back against the plushness of the pillows as Danse thrust deep into her. She could feel the way his rhythm was stuttering, the way his hips were moving without his permission, chasing that thrilling end like it was the last and greatest mission he’ll ever be assigned to.

“Fuck, hon.” Sole’s teeth gritted as he accidentally rammed to the very back of her, his cock head jamming uncomfortably into her cervix. “Finish for me. Let go.”

Her words were breathless, coming out raw and needy, and she felt his cock give another telling throb inside her.

“I will.” He said through gritted teeth, his amber eyes closed off behind tightened lids as he tried to hold back the cacophonous orgasm that had been building within him for hours.

“Once more. Just need you once more, love.”

Sole nodded to him, thrusting her hips up to try and increase the friction of his rolling torso against her clit. Despite her sensitivity, she knew she had to finish for him.

Or who knows how much longer we’ll be here for?

Danse read her mind, it seemed, as his hand upon her breast slid down her body, and landed between them, right at that sensitive nub nestled within her swollen lower lips. She bucked hard at the feel of his rough fingers against her, and heard him grunt from deep within his barrel-like chest.

“A-almost there.” He nosed against her neck, pressing another open-mouthed kiss to the skin there, even as he continued his thrusts and his persistent rubbing over her. “Please, love. Just once. Once more for me.”

The gasps that were leaving her rose in volume, becoming high and desperate as his fingers circled over her, as his hips drove her body downward and into the creaking mattress. His pace picked up again, from where it had slowed when he felt himself growing close. Now, he didn't seem to care. Sole was close enough, they both knew it, and with one more hard rub of his fingers, the tip of one nail catching over her clit, she was sent spiraling, writhing over the edge.

Sole’s cry of Danse’s name, the evidence of her unbridled pleasure, sent him into overdrive, and he plowed through her clenching walls just three more times until his hands grasped hard at her hips, and he roared out his release against her.

Danse rutted into her desperately, his hips pounding and grinding with each successive spurt of his release deep inside her. Sole’s cries turned to moans, and her moans to whimpers as the friction of his throbbing cock dragged against her raw insides. His release coated every nook and crevice within her, the build up of it all finally coming down with explosive results.

Danse was trembling as the last of his enormous spend finally spurted out of him, his hands’ grasp now weak against her hips, his breath coming out in shaky gasps that made her chest warm with affection, and despite everything, heated desire.

But she was done, she couldn’t go for another round even if she tried, even if he begged her for it. And Danse? Well, he had to be done after all that. There was no possibility of him pushing either of them any further. At least, that’s what she had to hope, for the time being.

Sole loved him, wanted him, still craved this closeness and this passion, but she wasn’t complaining about them both finishing for good tonight. She was ready. Ready to settle in for the night, to sleep off her soreness and exhaustion safe within her lover’s strong arms, his warm embrace.

And in the morning, who knows? Maybe they’ll both be ready for another round.

Given everything she saw and felt tonight, she wouldn’t doubt it. This version of her partner, of her Danse, it was new, but it was wholly unmatched by any previous experience she's had.

It was new, but what she'd realized about halfway through their heated, prolonged marathon of trysts, was that she was right from the start, it really was true.

Danse was relentless.

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vamporilla · 2 years

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Sole Survivor, trying on new clothes: Oh my God, those pants look great!

Haylen: I bet they would look even better on Danse's floor.

Danse: Are you hitting on Sole...for me?

Haylen: Well, somebody had to.

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fallout-through-the-crawlout · 1 year

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-playing fuck marry kill-

Sole Survivor: Preston, Hancock, and Danse? Easy. Fuck Hancock, marry Danse, kill Preston

Piper: YOU’D KILL PRESTON??

Cait: YOU’D FUCK HANCOCK??

Hancock: YOU’D MARRY DANSE???

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everydayyoulovemeless · 10 months

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To Victory ↠ Danse x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.8k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Danse has a crush on you and doesn't know how to communicate that.

"Get behind me, soldier!" Danse shouted, clicking the safety off his gun as he moved to shield you from the hoard of ferals sprinting your way.

"Why do you keep doing that?" You asked once everything had been killed.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You keep stepping out in front of me. I've taken on ferals before, you know? I could've killed them." You smiled as you spoke. For a while now, Danse had been quick to defend you from any slight danger the two of you encountered on your mission. It was nice of him to do and you appreciated the gesture, but it wasn't at all necessary.

"I―uh, I do it for everyone." He sheepishly said.

"For squires maybe, but I've never seen you do it for any of the other knights." You were trying hard to meet his gaze, but he seemed to hold it strictly ahead.

Your statement seemed to fluster him as he started to stutter, "I―are you sure?"

"I'm sure." You giggled, "Maybe I'm just special." You teased, grinning when you saw how embarrassed he was quickly becoming. "Anyway," You began, "what's first on the list?"

"Maxson's sent us to clear out a building in Lexington. We wipe out everything in it, and then we're done for the day." He recited, messing with something on the side of his gun.

You shrugged, "Sounds simple enough. Are you doing anything after? Maybe we could go get a drink or something?"

"A―uh, a drink? From where?"

"The Prydwen I reckon. Unless you wanted to go all the way down to Diamond City, but that's a far walk. I'd rather just alert a Vertibird to our location and fly back home, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah―let's get a drink after this."

You nudged his shoulder with your own as you walked―or more so his side as he towered over you in his power armor, "No need to be so stiff, we've shared a bed before, remember? What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on, I'm perfectly fine, soldier." He answered, still avoiding your gaze.

You hummed, "If you so say."

You coughed as the smoke signal from the Vertibird grenade floated upward into the sky, calling the two of you a much-needed ride. The Super Duper Mart was packed full of ferals when you entered, and completely empty when you left. It was easy work for the two of you, even if Danse was on edge the entire time.

"Good work out there," Danse announced, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder once the two of you border the large machine.

"Thanks, Danse. We needed something easy after the last mission at Fort Strong."

The bar on the Prydwen was clustered, full of your coworkers as it usually is in the late afternoons. Tons of people stood together in the singular hallway where the weapon and drinks were being sold, the majority being there for both services. You felt yourself being pushed into Danse on multiple occasions, having to apologize after every shove.

"Cheers to another victory?" You spoke, holding your bottle out towards your companion, resting your hand on his arm to stabilize yourself in the overflowing crowd.

He grinned at you, clinking his glass with your own, "Yeah, cheers to our victory."

You stared at him expectantly for a moment, watching him take a sip of his drink, "So, you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, Danse, don't act like you haven't been acting stranger lately, you're all awkward and shit. What's going on?"

"I just―have a lot on my mind." He vaguely admitted, focusing his gaze on his glass intently.

"Oh yeah? And what's the big thing you're keeping secret?" You asked, leaning closer to the bigger man.

"Ask me again later." He responded, "I rather not be around so many people when I tell you."

The subject was then forgotten about as you rambled to him about your week, him adding his input as you went before the two of you went off to your respective bunkers. Danse's heart ached for you every step of the way as he watched you disappear out of sight. He'd tell you how he felt one day, it just had to be the right time. He just prayed that time would come soon, or never at all, that'd be nice. He wished he could just sweep it all under the rug and forget about it. He hated the way he worried for you, it did nothing but make him tense. You both had a victory on your most recent mission, but he still didn't make any more progress on admitting his feelings for you, it'd have to remain a battle for another day.

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