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it-happened-one-fic · 1 year

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Smooth Waltz - Wouldn't Mind Waltzing Again - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: I'm considering changing how I title these fics to include the name of the featured character, but I'm not sure. If you could please, comment your opinions on this. Also, Fun Fact: This is actually one of the first fics I wrote for this entire series. It also required a surprising amount of research despite the fact the dance featured is the waltz. It turns out there are a lot of differences between the varying forms of waltz. The performance in this fic was heavily inspired by Lacey and Pasha’s Smooth Waltz to “A Daisy in December” on So You Think You Can Dance . It's a very elegant performance with lots of interesting lifts. I really recommend you watch it.Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List

Type: Fluff/dance AU/ female reader/Kind of romantic

Word count: 1519

Azul adjusted the cuffs of his jacket’s sleeves, feigning calm when he actually felt anything but. What was prolonging his suffering by forcing him to wait?

None other than his very own partner. You.

As per the ‘rules’ you had to wear whatever outfit Crewel had designed for you which, evidently enough, took a while to put on this time around.

Crewel himself had to slip into the dressing room with a concerned expression on his face after you’d poked your head out with a slight frown and whispered something to the teacher. Now all that could be heard was muffled cursing about your apparently pesky outfit.

Azul glanced up towards the clock, a small frown on his face as he fought to keep his mind spiraling any further than it already had.

He’d already gone through the steps and choreography of his waltz fifteen times before it had reached his turn to dance. The only thing that had given him pause was Ace’s… performance with the pitiable Jack Howl.

That had been a train wreck and a half which had everyone cringing in sympathy for the beastman.

The door to your dressing room creaked open, snapping Azul out of his self-comforting thoughts of how at least his performance wouldn’t be as bad as theirs had been.

There was a soft clicking sound as you walked out, apparently in heels, with your skirt swaying gently with each step.

You smiled apologetically as you reached him in the middle of the floor, “Sorry, there was a situation with the zipper….”

Azul almost wanted to ask, but he thought better of it as the music slowly started to filter out in the room, already setting the well-known pacing for the dance.

1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.

“It’s not a problem,” He was proud that he was still capable of managing a slight smile and smooth bow despite his gradually increasing nerves.

Conversely, you seemed completely calm as you curtsied and accepted his slightly trembling hand, just before slipping easily into proper hold.

He had no doubt that, for your part, the waltz would be flawless. Both Crewel and Trein had been your teachers, with Crowley supposedly tapping in to help ever so often. You’d already been graded on your waltz with Vargas and you had danced perfectly.

Which meant any flubbing would come down to him and him alone. And that simple fact was enough to easily put the usually confident housewarden on edge.

The music provided a slow, steady beat to pair with the slow and steady waltz Azul gradually began to lead you through. Matching the beat, the two of you gently swayed. Bobbing up and down with the music.

To those who watched, it almost looked like the two of you were floating across the surface of a tide’s gradual ebb and flow. Your pale, swirling skirts making up the seafoam of the imaginary water.

Azul’s mind frantically maintained its steady beat keeping, determined that he was not going to mess this up and have to take yet another dance class or face Floyd’s tutoring again.

1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.

At odds with his tenseness, you simply seemed to be content with following his lead, a gentle smile on your face. The perfect princess for a prince who would no doubt be far more confident and poised than Azul felt at the moment.

But Azul knew full well that he was no dancer. Changing from eight tentacles to two legs and learning to walk had been difficult enough. The mere idea of dancing was daunting at best and now that he was having to do so in front of the majority of NRC’s student body with his image on the line. Well, it was terrifying.

Perhaps that was why you were so calm though… You had nothing to lose. You’d already passed a dance class, so this performance had no bearing on your overall grade. You live in Ramshackle Dorm, of all places, and spent most of your time with Grim, so your image couldn’t really get worse.

You spun out, any easy graceful motion that left him bracing for the next part. The lift.

He could still hear Trein’s words from the lessons, “Strictly speaking, there aren’t any lifts in waltzes save for the Smooth and the Viennese waltzes variety of the dance. However, a majority voted for lifts to be allowed during your performances even if you are doing a slow waltz…. I must stress though, if you do not feel you can lift your partner with ease, do not try. Dropping your partner or injuring them in any way will result in an automatic failing grade.”

Azul was not concerned about being able to lift you. He’d been practically made of muscle his whole life, what with him being an octopus merman. Despite his small stature, that fact hadn’t changed when he’d come upon land.

In no way were you heavy to him, and he proved to both himself and you in your hour-long choreography session that he could lift you with ease.

What Azul was concerned about was executing the lift properly. He was not naturally elegant and he knew he had two left feet so he needed as many points as possible. And that meant he had to execute the moves he could pull off so well that it would raise his overall score.

He knelt and you leaned back, both of you knowing exactly what to do, but with him not knowing exactly how smoothly this would go over.

And yet, all of his concerns had all been for nothing. You easily continued to lean yourself backwards and over his shoulder, fully trusting him to support you.

His other arm reached back, catching you as you locked your arm with his, supporting yourself to some degree as he straightened.

Nimbly, you swung your legs around as he let you slide on around him until he was simply holding you up by your arms and spinning freely with you as you faced out and away from him.

The song came to its lilting end as you touched down in a seated position on the ground and smoothly spun so you were facing him, arms outstretched towards with that same easy smile on your face. As if you had never doubted him for even a second.

In reality, the dance could end just like this. With him standing and looking down at you while you looked up at him, your hands reaching up to him in a silent request. But that wasn’t what the two of you had decided.

You had both decided to put forth your very best till the final notes of the tune faded into oblivion, leaving the two of you in silence. A dance was a performance after all, so perform you would.

He knelt, a hand reaching down to cradle your face as you did the same. Cradling his face in your hands and ending your dreamlike waltz eye-to eye.

He didn’t actually get to hear the final notes of the song since applause soon overtook the gradually quieting music. You blinked as the cheers rose, Floyd’s voice notable within the raucous noise.

Azul managed to keep himself from jerking away too quickly from raw embarrassment. Instead, opting to just lean back and continue feigning calm as he helped you back to your feet.

“Clever of you to add that lift and spin in Azul, it raised your score considerably,” Crowley had started speaking before the two of you had even finished turning to face your, or rather his, judges.

Trein nodded, “Though I am more of a proponent for sticking to the rules laid out regarding which dances have lifts and which ones don’t, I must admit that was incredibly well-executed and within the parameters of this test.”

“Well, he did perform a smooth waltz, not a slow one. So he didn’t actually break any rules,” Crewel looked pointedly at the other teacher as he spoke and received a frown from the older man.

Silence ensued as all of the staff members looked from one to another, nodding as they seemingly reached a conclusion.

Azul’s hands were trembling again he noticed, and evidently you noticed too since your hand found his. Squeezing his palm lightly as you glanced his way before you looked back towards the panel. He didn’t know if he was mortified or touched by your actions of silent comfort and reassurance.

But all of those concerns fled his mind as Crewel spoke, “Well pup. It isn’t full-marks since you flubbed a few steps, but you pass.”

Azul was proud to say he did not lose his composure, even as you turned, clapping slightly with sparkling eyes as you looked his way, “You did it, Azul!”

He met your enthusiasm with a smug grin and ‘of course I did’ attitude. But Azul could not deny that he was relieved it was over with. Just like he also couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t mind waltzing again. At least not if it was with you.

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admiralgiggles · 6 months

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A Turn of the Century by Seward Johnson

For some reason this piece makes me think of “Let Me Kiss You” which I have attached at the bottom for your listening pleasure. It’s one of my favorite Morrissey songs.

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#photo of the day #A Turn of the Century #Seward Johnson #kind of romantic #Grounds for Sculpture #nj isn’t boring #nikon photography #nikon d5600 #tamron #art #sculpture garden #Let Me Kiss You #Morrissey #really good music #Youtube

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la-squadra1234 · 2 years

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Hello this is another hxh/Hunter X hunter scenario!

The hxh characters proposing to you!!

Full credit to la-squadra1234

feitan-would probably take you to a Park and bring some strawberries along with him he would propose to you (and obviously for the sake of the story you would say yes) and you guys would sit at a bench while eating some strawberries and watching the sunset (I wouldn’t really call it Romantic more just cute lol)

Phinks-he would take you out on a nice dinner around evening and he would take you to a Lake and propose to you and he would take you on a nice joyride in his car (The car was definitely stolen😚)

Nobunaga-he would ask the troupe for advice and he would bring you to a gorgeous resort along with the phantom troupe and would propose to you right then and there (The troupe would definitely be cheering and the boys would definitely be yelling yeah he did it!)

Chrollo-he would take you out to dinner at a five star restaurant he would propose to you in private and after he would absolutely shower you with gifts!

illumi-he would go onto the balcony of the zoldyck mansion along with you and would propose to you there and then he would hold your hand as You two walked around the garden and he would give you a bunch of the things that you like<3

hisoka-he would drop little hints that he is going to propose to you (for this you are going to act dumb and pretend that you don’t know anything that’s going on even though you already read the story lmao) he would make you dinner and take you outside of his house and propose to you there (ik it’s not really romantic but I could not think of anything else like at all sorry Reader)

That’s the end of the story everybody I hope you enjoyed i’m thinking of more ideas to do at the moment if you have any suggestions questions or stories that you would want me to do just let me know

#anime #hunter x hunter #hxh #illumi zoldyck #illumi #hisoka #hisoka morow #nobunaga hazama #Nobunaga #feitan #feitan portor #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #phinks #proposals #soon to be married #marriage #kind of romantic

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only-sunny-days-ahead · 9 months

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01:26 am

Dawn, a stolen kiss.

Softly whispered confession.

Beginning and end.

#haiku #haiku Tuesday #original poetry #haiku poetry #short poetry #english poetry #original writing #kind of romantic

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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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the WIP thing,, to say im so excited for all of these is an understatement, but what would you be willing to tell me about "rot"? 👀

ahhh 💗 thank you for dropping an ask 😊 especially about rot 💕

rot !! my beloved rot !! rot is the embryo of a fic i've had floating around. it's a bit poetic, it doesn't really have a plot (when has that mattered to me though), and it's about the metaphorical (and sometimes literal) rotting of ambrose.

there's a certain kind of atmosphere or quality to houses which are still being lived in but which are falling into disrepair. it's a strange experience to describe unless (and even when) you've been in one of these houses. but this is how i imagine the sinclair house feels to outsiders.

the twins, on the other hand, kind of just let the place rot (literally or figuratively?) around them. they don't notice or they don't care. either way there's something stopping them from leaving and it's just going to make them rot faster, along with the house, until there's nothing left.

anyway, this got a lot because it's genuinely an idea i really love. people touch upon it quite a lot in regards to ambrose being this crumbling town and i wanted in on it. now, for the sneak peak:

The house on the hill is sour with rot.

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It leached into the bricks and the mortar a long time ago. Into the wood and the tile, into the cotton and the carpet. Like an infection that spreads from flesh to bone, it tainted everything it touched. Including the people. Especially the people, perhaps.

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For a while, they don't notice. It’s been there so long they don't know if they can live without it. but like all things that are born from decay, they spread the rot in their spores and let it keep consuming until no one else can stand it.

#ask #wips #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax 2005 #ahhh i went off because i love this idea #rot is such a strange thing #kind of romantic #kind of tragic #not to toot my own horn but i really love the line #the house on the hill is sour with rot #some personal stuff was going on with me and i experienced this weird melancholy that i'm trying to put into words for this fic

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beeturtlle · 2 months

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applejack its all cool and calm until it cames to kiss her gf

#applejack #my little pony #rarity #rarijack #they r so ughuegdhweghwe #i like to think applejack has been so focused in her farm job she has not rlly had time to explore any kind of romantic behaviour #so she is pretty #this

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reds-skull · 1 month

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I really should draw Soap more with his red mask, as you all can tell I love it

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod soap #cod ghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #cod fanart #cod comic #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty fanart #call of duty #this took. like a month.#dont expect this level of detail in the future. it looks nice but it takes wayyy too long to make #and. i dont have that kind of time #anyways. i imagine this happens pre-romantic relationship #it makes it funnier for me to draw ghost so obviously whipped and have soap like clueless lmao

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crunchy-rocc · 6 months

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jeremy can be a brunette AND a blond

#this js low quality because if i spent more than 30min-1hr on a joke it is no longer a joke #i also wantef to finish this before i go to bed #my art #aftg #all for the game #jeremy knox #jean moreau #neil josten #i guess . hes kind of there #jerejean #i guess part two. is bleaching a guys hair for yhem romantic or whatever #the sunshine court

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malewifesband · 24 days

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it is insane, crazy, nuts how good for kabru being friends with laios is on multiple levels

he has to be honest and direct with laios to communicate. laios is so so earnest and thoughtful to him, and genuinely shows him affection thru food (and kabru cant cook or care for himself) with the harpy omelette (despite the um. misunderstanding between them), promising to take him to a restaurant as a sign of how sincere he is about being kabrus friend now, and kabru returns that favor by not just helping the faligon, but eating it, and staying to eat it until its almost done even though laios assured him he didnt have to. he can get angry with him and not feel like hes fucked it all up by showing his real emotions. something about laios puts kabru more in touch with his deeper desires--he acts in ways he doesnt understand around laios, betrays himself to his conscious mind, because he wants to badly to put his faith in laios and laios did not let him down, not where it mattered. he gets to take on a job laios cannot do for himself as prime minister in training where his skillset is valuable and he can indulge in work that really interests him and it will always be appreciated deeply by not only laios but the whole nation theyre building. for as long as laios is around, he never has to worry about monsters hurting him or his home--and laios is actively working on building a world where monsters can be made tamer through knowledge about them, and has already defeated kabrus biggest fear, the dungeon. laios gives him a safe context to conquer his fear of monsters at his own pace rather than forcing himself into traumatic situations where he dies all the time

#i interpret their relationship romantically but only because its so intensely beneficial to them both #like its just the kind of strong friendship foundation that theyve built that lifelong romance is built on #labru #laios touden #kabru

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inkskinned · 9 months

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he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.

except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?

at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.

except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.

about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.

he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.

#i used to think it was romantic too and then i was like. now i see it as a HUGE red flag #writeblr #it is also almost EXCLUSIVELY said by immature ppl who think this is normal #fyi even if u think it's funny and ur like 'im an introvert it's just TRUE' like. you need therapy (ily tho)#healed introversion is just ''i would prefer to be by myself'' not ''i hate every person'' ... hate is not normal. that is not healthy #im sorry. i know it feels accurate. but if you're walking around with that kind of rage....#1. you're making a LOT of assumptions about every single person u have ever met. which is often unfair and unkind #and also usually involves judging people based on their worst moments or little mistakes #2. you are being unfair to the person who is ur ''exception''#3. there is a VAST difference between ''ur my favorite person'' and ''the ONLY person i like.''#idk i think this is just a personal bias thing tbh #im sure there are people who have this experience normally #but i have YET to find a man who thinks like this and ISNT absolute DOGSHIT. although tbh.... like. im sure he exists #when u hit like 30 some of the things that were once kind of hot now just sound fucking exhausting. like ''im in a band''#edit in the tags: i used to kind of be like this too. but the thing is that like. my life became so much more peaceful #once i started believing that people are generally good. like yes i am mad at the world at large #but it's just.... a very hard way to live. you're not a bad person or wrong for the ways other people hurt you and taught you to be angry.#but that anger will continue to hurt YOU. it will punish YOU. it will prevent YOU from making new deep connections. it will protect you yes #but it will also cause MASSIVE blowback. bc if you lose the One Person... your life will fall apart. i know this personally.#i really recommend just trying to be... cautiously optimistic instead. like. yes #people can be horrible and cruel and there are some communities (incels for example) that aren't worth that optimism #but i think like... most people will hold a door for you . most people want to help you find your wallet .#i hope one day you are able to find peace. i hope that rage eventually smooths over. i know how hard it is PERSONALLY #and i know what must have happened to you. and im deeply deeply sorry we share the same wound.#but i promise - sometimes we all need someone else to help us carry the weight. eventually the rage has to die so that we can let help in #i had to spend years biting at outstretched hands. i still often do. im still very wary . and my heart breaks that you flinch too.#here's the thing: i don't blame you. but we were both acting out of fear and pain. .... not out of healthy behavior. and ... change #was needed. i needed change too. rage was useful for a while. then it just left me isolated and bitter. i had to (with effort)#choose to let that rage go. and let people in . VERY SLOWLY THO LOL

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ghafahey · 1 year

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I want to stand with you in front of all the Daturma Ox things to come.

JESPER FAHEY and WYLAN HENDRICKS in Shadow and Bone ( 2021- )

#shadowandboneedit #sabedit #sixofcrowsedit #shadowandbonesource #shadow and bone #sab spoilers //#bare chest //#wesper #my edits #*mysoc #delivered!#still not sure what theyre gonna do with them in upcoming seasons but u know what having them as an established couple #while the rest of the crows dance around their romantic dramas is not the worst possible scenario #and kind of funny to consider if this is how things would have gone in an alternate universe without weeks of annoyingly flirting #and first kisses gone wrong etc etc #also their scenes are cute and all but the best is kit&jack delivering whenever theyre just in the background adding little moments #lets ignore how you cannot make cohesive sets of this show at all bc the colorings are horrendous #*6k

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it-happened-one-fic · 1 year

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Rumba - That Unfamiliar Side - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: I'm posting early because I don't trust myself to remember to do so later. Today has been a little busy. But anyway, this fic was nerve-wracking because it is always nerve-wracking to write this character. I really want to do him justice but that is easier said than done. The dance in this fic was heavily inspired by Courtney and Gev’s Rumba to “Wishing on a Star” by Rose Royce from Season 4 of So You Think You Can Dance. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List

Type: Dance AU/fluff/kind of romantic/female reader

Word count: 1419 words

We genuinely seemed to be unable to get out of the Latin/rhythm dances since we were doing the second one in a row for this class. But this one was, according to both Trein and Crewel, different from the others. It wasn’t as aggressive, fast-paced, or energetic as the samba or the paso doble.

No, this one was a slower, slinkier dance that was sometimes referred to as the Dance of Love. This time, I was dancing the rumba.

A dance that required a heavy amount of intimate, non-verbal communication between partners. The results could be both beautiful and steamy depending on who performed it. But my first partner of the day was Floyd, so steamy was definitely not to be expected.

Not that Floyd was a bad partner. In fact, he already knew how to perform several different dances and, according to him, swing was best.

I wasn’t surprised by that statement though, since this wasn’t the first time I’d danced with Floyd. There had been numerous times when I would enter the Monstro Lounge and be swept into some sort of dance. Be it swing, disco, or something else entirely.

Floyd was definitely well-versed in dancing, and I could not deny that the rather chaotic young man was also elegant in his own strange sort of way. Though he didn’t necessarily show it through his everyday motions like his twin, Floyd did have a certain innate grace, which often came out to play at the strangest of times.

My only concern was whether or not he would get bored and ditch part of the way through the performance. After all, since the rumba was a slow dance, even with Floyd’s innate love for dancing, he could grow bored. But choreography practice had wiped that fear from my mind.

During practice, it quickly became evident that Floyd was not going to abandon our performance. If only for the choreography Crewel had devised for us, with Floyd allowed to make his own contributions.

So I was, if anything, excited when it came time to perform.

The room was dark as the music started, and I sat on Floyd’s shoulder with one arm outstretched towards the ceiling and the sky beyond it. I smiled to myself as I recalled Floyd’s earlier teasing about whether or not I was afraid of heights.

I couldn’t deny that this was indeed incredibly high in the air considering I was just sitting on a man’s shoulder. But then Floyd was incredibly tall. Either way, I wouldn’t be up here for long.

I leaned back with my arms reaching back over my head as I arched my back and began to slowly slide back and over Floyd’s shoulder as I grasped his leg. His arm wrapped around me, supporting me as he helped me along and down to the floor, where I was then lying on my back, looking up at the young man who now towered over me.

I held his gaze as he leaned over, a slight grin appearing on his face as he reached down and pulled me back up to my feet like I weighed absolutely nothing. I smiled back briefly, but we didn’t stay still long before we started across the floor.

My hand was still in his as I sashayed along the floor, exchanging glances with the young man as I followed his lead.

He pulled me along in front of him, and I twisted, almost like I was trying to keep him in my field of vision, only for him to rapidly twirl me. But such rapid motions were a big part of what made the rumba such an interesting dance.

While it was a mostly slow dance, it was interspersed with sudden rapid motions that, if done incorrectly, made for a jarring effect. But, when they were done correctly, they created interest and a sense of intensity that was found in many of the Latin/rhythm dances.

But that rapid pacing didn’t last long as we slinked across the floor with our hands interlocked but our bodies a fairly wide distance apart. Then I spun once more, put my back to Floyd, and leaned against him. Allowing him to lean backwards with me before I knelt in a low spin and was pulled back up into a dip in yet another surprisingly fast transition of positions.

That didn’t last long either though, since I was soon back upright and entering a closed hold for the briefest of moments. I let my gaze flick up and meet his just before we separated and I danced across the floor and away from him.

The song built as I rejoined him though, twirling across the floor and kneeling as he grasped my arms and spun freely with me in a low hold.

It was then that the song truly began to pick up in tempo as we raced towards the climax of both the dance and the song. I leaned back, relying wholly on him to support me as we spun, before I straightened and locked my arms around his neck in a close embrace while he pulled me backwards across the dancefloor.

It was here that we stayed our closest. In a dance where we had been largely separate, our bodies were now plastered together and our breaths mingled in the minimal space that was between us as we moved our hips in the manner that rumba was so well known for.

Those figure eight patterns that added the sensuality to our dance as we both dipped closer to the ground.

But then the song relaxed once more and I spun out before Floyd whipped me back around. My leg wrapped around his waist as my arms wrapped, almost instinctively, back around his neck.

We stared at each other for a beat and I realized that this was a Floyd I was less experienced with. This one retained a certain seriousness even as his mismatched eyes sparkled at me.

And then that brief moment of realization came to an end as he slowly, and with incredible gentleness that I hadn’t known he was capable of, lowered me to the ground with me still looking up at him. He followed me down though, lowering himself into a kneeling position as he looked down at me with an indefinable expression.

The crowd erupted in applause, and I blinked, briefly startled at the sudden, loud noise that surrounded us. But in truth, I had somehow managed to forget about our audience’s presence.

At some point I’d become so totally wrapped up in the dance that it had just been me and that unfamiliar side of Floyd which now disappeared as he tugged me to my feet with a wide grin on his face.

Floyd had, to me, always been a fairly free being who was unpredictable, but ever true to himself. And I suppose in that way he was like the rumba itself. A technically slow dance that would suddenly have a fast motion to accent its overall mood. Ever true to itself and, when executed properly, mesmerizing to see.

As I glanced over at the now grinning merman on legs, who was once more his usual happy self that moved to his own rhythm, I found myself smiling. Who knew Floyd was capable of such delicacy and intentness?

It truly had felt like I was the only thing in his world while we danced. And, embarrassingly enough, I could say the same was true for me. During our performance, it had just been me and Floyd, with nobody else in the world.

I couldn’t deny that, in an odd way, I was still slightly dazed as we received our scores. I didn’t even realize that we’d passed until Floyd had picked me up and was hugging me while he spun, laughing all the while.

Startled laughter bubbled out of me while Trein scolded us both, telling Floyd to put me down so the rest of rumba class could be graded.

There was a pout on Floyd’s face as he complied, mumbling something about how everyone else may as well call it quits since ours was bound to be the best performance of the evening.

But then he glanced my way, a distinct sparkle in his mismatched eyes as he gave me one final squeeze of a hug and wink before releasing me and walking away. Assuring me all the while that he would watch the rest of my performances before he ditched.

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