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it-happened-one-fic · 5 months ago

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Dancing With Visions - My Win This Time - Ballroom Samba - Childe

Author Notes: So, I used the international ballroom version of the samba for this fic. The performance in question for this fic was heavily inspired by Lacey and Danny’s samba to “Hip Hip, Chin Chin” by Club Des Belugas on season 3 of “So You Think You Can Dance.” Just like the rest of this series, Reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.

Type: Female reader/ dance/ fluff/ flirtation /sfw

Word Count: 1483

Leave it to Childe to want to dance something along the lines of the samba when everyone else would be dancing waltzes or some other romantic style of dance. I couldn’t really complain though since here I was, standing next to him and shifting in preparation as the musicians hurriedly switched to a song we could dance to per the Harbinger’s request.

I glanced over his way, half-regretting doing so as soon as I spotted the grin on his face as his gaze flickered my way. But then he knew exactly what scene we were going to make, and he was most definitely reveling in it.

But then, I couldn’t really talk considering I was going along with his antics.

I made a face at him before looking back ahead, starting to move forward at the exact same time the syncopated music started. My steps matched the speedy beat with backwards and forwards steps that the samba was so well known for, as I matched the pounding rhythm of the music that startled most everyone in the space but me and Childe.

Because up until now, all of the dances had been fairly stately and flowing, as would be expected for a function that was notable enough for Childe to be attending in his position as a Harbinger.

I stopped in a careful pose, my legs bent and hands pressed to my thighs just above my knees as I rolled my hips slowly while Childe started over. Simply walking purposefully over to where I stood as the crowd around us already began to stir.

I reached over, grasping his hand as soon as he came up alongside me, and letting him whirl across the floor in front of him before I threw myself backwards in a dip.

His arm caught me immediately as I kicked one leg up into a split as he grasped my leg down towards my ankle. Letting his hand trace its way up my calf as he grinned down at me before I snapped my leg back down and straightened, pressing on hand to his chest as I leaned forward, refusing to face him when he was so obviously trying to get a reaction from me.

It never failed, though. Childe was an undeniably flirtatious dancer, which was one of the reasons samba, a perfectly energetic dance, was such a good fit for him.

I spun, parting from him before crouching and reaching up to grasp his leg as I looked up at him while he held my gaze. His normally dull eyes alight with playfulness that usually only appeared when he was sparring someone.

But I knew, for a fact, that Childe also viewed dances as competitions of sorts. At least he viewed the dances that allowed such behavior that way. It was one of the reasons he didn’t enjoy the more courtly dances as much. They didn’t allow for that heart-pounding interaction that he always took as a challenge.

And the sole reason he’d sought me out to be his partner for tonight was that I was one of his favorite people to compete with in this way. After all, I could keep up with him beat for beat when it came to dancing.

I walked my hands up him, standing slowly until my hands reached his shoulders, and he was grasping my arms with a wide grin on his face as he started dancing me backwards. Sending me through rapid spin through rapid spin that always had me snapping back to him in the end. Half bracing myself against him in preparation for the next motion.

It wasn’t long before I broke free of him though, spinning away from him to dance side by side, but separately from him. Our motion’s matching one another’s, and we stepped forwards and backwards, bouncing one leg up to the rhythmic beat as we sashayed along the floor before inevitably stopping as the drums in the music signaled us.

I inhaled deeply, catching my breath as we looked away from each other but reached back. Our hands meeting in the middle of the space between us and locking together before he pulled me towards him. Spinning just in time for me to collide with his chest, my hand pressing against his chest as he grasped my waist, and I looked up at his face that grinned at me. Far too pleased with himself as I exhaled.

I shoved backwards and away from him, but his hand maintained its grip on mine. Causing our arms to stretch between us before I was reeled, twirling all the way, back in as he leaned forward in a slight crouch.

He pressed me back against his extended leg as we faced the same direction until I was practically sitting on his thigh as I wrapped one arm around his shoulders while my other hand braced itself on his arm that wrapped back and around my waist as the beat of our music briefly paused.

I slid my hand along his shoulder, pushing myself back up into a standing position and spinning away as his hand caught mine and held it up between us. We both stopped, slowly rolling our hips in unison to the music before we turned back towards each other. Both of our hands locked together as we shifted together. Twisting our hips and then rolling our bodies towards one another before we hopped backwards and away from each other.

We parted, our hands separating as we danced backwards to the now pounding beat that demanded we didn’t pause for even a second's break.

We pivoted on our feet, gliding across the floor until his hand was catching mine so that we were dancing together, well and truly paired once more.

Every motion was fast, with him making full use of his long legs and me having to wrap my arms fully around him as we spun in order to keep my balance until he twirled me. Placing me behind him before reaching back and sending me quite literally sliding under his arm and across the ground before I had straightened as was dancing away from him. Leaving him to hurriedly pursue me before dropping to his knees to slide across the floor behind me until he could grasp my hips.

The motion almost startled me into freezing as my eyes widened slightly before I shifted. Shaking him off as I recovered quickly before turning to look back at him as he stood to twirl on his own, with frustratingly flawless form, before he was snatching me back to him.

My back was pressed to his chest as he locked his arms around me, gripping my hands the entire time as if he were locking me to his person as he shifted our arms around like they were sliding locks that couldn’t ever be quite pinned down.

He spun though, letting go of my hands and putting his back to mine before slowly crouching. Forcing me to lean back on him as I caught my breath until we were both on the ground, looking towards one another as I twisted so that I was on my hands and knees.

This time I pursued him across the floor though, putting him on the defensive as I followed him until I stood, holding my hand to him as I straightened while he continued to kneel on the floor.

My hands rested on his head, fingers resting in his soft hair as I continued to perform the fast, samba footwork in place as he grinned up at me. Seemingly pleased with this turn of events.

I let go of him quickly though, lightly pushing him backwards and briefly knocking him off balance with one foot to his chest.

I spun lightly on my feet only to find him already reaching up to grasp me by the time I was facing him once more. His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me towards where he knelt with a grin. And, almost reflexively, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he dipped me backwards over his knee.

I pushed myself back upright, though. Quickly dancing away from him as he stood behind me and pursued. Putting me on the retreat once more before he caught up and mirrored my footwork behind me. Somehow unbothered by the incessant energy of the dance, even as I felt myself starting to flag.

The song was ending though, and I found myself twirling and having to grasp him in a final ending pose as he grinned at me smugly, one arm wrapped around me and holding me close as I panted slightly.

I met his gaze, pressing my lips together in frustration as he tilted his head, only slightly out of breath as he dipped his head towards mine ever-so-slightly, “Looks like it’s my win this time, Girlie.”

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