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multi-fandom-of-madness · 1 year ago

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for flufftober.. would it be possible to have day 6 be with swiss x reader?? idk i fell like even tho swiss is usually dancing all feral and shit on stage, he’d also be good at other forms of dancing? like i see him being able to do all that cutesy romantic dancing and dipping the reader and all that:( anywho- idk if you’ve already gotten a request for that one and if you have, you can go with that one cause i know this one is extremely late. i just saw that prompt and immediately thought of swiss being able to do shit from salsa dancing to waltzes to jazz. idk man. he just gives those vibes… maybe even classically trained? ANYWAYS IM SO SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG AHHH <333

Step On Your Toes

Flufftober Day 6: Dancing together

Pairings: Mountain X Reader X Swiss (Implied Poly!Ghouls X Reader)

Type: Fluff

Summary: Reader plans on surprising Swiss for his birthday with a dance, yet cannot dance to save their life. Mountain is more than happy to help.

Warnings: Light drinking, a bit of self-doubt

Word Count: 2,390

Notes: Read here on ao3. Find my flufftober prompt list here. Okay, so I absolutely loved both of these ideas, so I'm realllyyy hoping y'all are cool with me merging them :) Songs mentioned: Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray & Grow As We Go by Ben Platt. Second prompt under the cut for space reasons :)

“Ouch,” Mountain whispered as you once again stepped on his toes.

You sighed and dropped your hands, backing away from the tall ghoul. “I’m sorry…I don’t think I can do this. That’s what now? Eight times? I just want to surprise Swiss with a cute little dance, but all I can do is step on your toes.”

“Hey now, we have plenty of time to practice before the party. I’ll help you get this right,” he assured, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“But I haven’t been able to, and Swiss’s birthday is in less than a week. It’s my first year that I get to spend his birthday with him, and I want it to be perfect.”

Mountain pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your head. “Swiss loves you whether or not you can dance. That ghoul is just insanely talented and a show-off. He isn’t going to love you less if you step on his toes.” His hand rubbed your back in a soothing manner.

“I don’t want to step on his toes. I want this to go smoothly.”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay not to surprise him with a dance if you’re that worried about it,” he offered.

“But I want to. I just…I don’t know…I feel like I’ll make a fool out of myself,” you said in a whisper as you walked over to the corner of the practice room to grab your water bottle.

Mountain chuckles, pulling you back against him, hugging you tightly. “Now, now, if anyone will make a fool out of themselves, my bets are all on Dewdrop and Phantom. You’ll be the least of everyone’s worries,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your head. “A few mistakes can’t throw a wrench in your plans. Plus, stepping on his feet a few times won’t ruin the dance. You were so determined to get this right when you initially asked for my help. Where’d that spirit go?”

“Probably the same place that my ability to dance went,” you mumbled as he began to sway while holding onto you. He hummed as if he were considering something. “What are you plotting?”

“How about this?” He spun you around, lifting you with ease and placing both of your feet on the tops of his. “I will move, and you will let your body move with mine. This way, I can teach you how to move the right way, then you can try it without me guiding you. How does that sound?”

You look up with a concerned look. “Do you actually think this is going to help at all?”

“Maybe…maybe not,” he shrugs. “And if it doesn’t, then we’ll think of something else to surprise Swiss,” he offered, holding you against his chest as he stared at you, his green eyes showing nothing but kindness.

“Maybe I can just get him a cat.”

“He already has Dewdrop. We don’t need another one,” Mountain teased. “Will you at least try my idea?” He asked, a slight pout on his face.

“Alright…alright, we can try it,” you sighed, giving in. You felt silly doing this, but there was a part of you that wanted this to work.

Mountain pulled his phone from his pocket and pressing play on a slow song, beginning to sway at first before moving his feet to the beat.

It wasn’t the song you intended to use with Swiss, but Mountain had a playlist of slow, mostly cheesy, romantic songs that he played while dancing in the rain or in the greenhouse with Rain.

“Summertime Sadness?” You questioned as the first notes rang through.

Mountain let out a laugh. “Hey, it’s a good song. Not every song on my playlist has to be heavy metal,” he said, moving his feet in a consistent pattern.

“The big, scary, earth ghoul is a Lana fan. Who would’ve guessed?” You teased as he danced around the room with you.

“I only know a few of her songs. Can’t lie and say they aren’t good, though,” he grinned, glad to see your mind on something other than the dancing. That only lasted a few minutes when you looked down to see his steps. He let out a gentle ‘tsk’, taking one hand off your hip to tilt your chin to look at him. “Eyes on me, love,” he whispered. “Let your body feel the beat, not your mind.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just feel,” he said as if that alone made perfect sense, placing his hand back on your hip.

“Earth ghouls…cryptic little creatures,” you huffed, trying to keep your eyes up.

“I am anything but little,” he scoffed.

“Yeah, okay, you aren’t little, but you’re still cryptic as hell.”

“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” you laugh. He holds you close as you both move to the music. He has one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand. It’s sweet and simple, and you almost forget that you’re not moving yourself.

At one point he sets you on the ground, and there’s a small look of panic in your eyes before he spins you. He lets you twirl once, guided by his hand, then puts a hand on your waist, dips you, and gives you a chaste kiss. He grins as he pulls you back to stand on his feet.

“What was that for?”

“What? Can’t kiss my favorite human?” He chuckles, continuing to move along to the music.

“Well, you can. I just wasn’t expecting it,” you confess, laughing with him.

The song comes to an end and both of you just stand there, not quite moving. “Want to try another song like this, or do you want to try it without me guiding you?”

You pause to think, weighing the options. “What if we do two more songs like this, take a break, then let me try it on my own.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he smiles, already pressing play on the next song.

—

The night of the party comes rather quickly. You and Mountain had been practicing for a few hours each day, determined to get this dance down.

The room feels like it’s practically alive. People are dancing, talking, and drinking. There’s some sort of upbeat song playing. Even the decorations add an extra buzz. Truly a party designed for the lively multi-ghoul.

You were in the corner, sipping a glass of champagne, and practically freaking out. Mountain had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

“You’re too tense,” he said gently. “You did phenomenal yesterday. Didn’t even step on my toes once.”

“I know, but that was practicing. And with you. Swiss is…such a good dancer. I’m pretty sure he knows every dance ever created. I’m going to embarrass myself.”

“You’re not going to embarrass yourself. I promise. No one will even notice if you mess up because if you mess up–”

“–when I mess up.”

“–if you mess up, he’ll cover for you and make sure no one knows that it was you. Trust me, he’ll guide you through it if he has to, but you’ll do amazing,” he assures.

“I don’t know…this just feels like a mistake.”

“Look at me,” he says, tilting your head up. “He’s going to love it. He’ll be thrilled that you even made the attempt if this ends horribly. He loves you, and nothing will change that.”

You sigh, staring at the bubbles in your glass. “I know…I just want this to be good.”

“It will be. You need to stop doubting yourself,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Swiss walks over with an excited grin. He’s dressed up - as is everyone else - but has a silly cone on his head, strapped to his chin that reads ‘Birthday Boy’ that Phantom and Aurora made him. “Well hello, lovebirds,” he laughs, throwing an arm around you.

You smile and press a kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday, Swiss.”

“Are you two enjoying yourselves?” He asks, looking between you and Mountain, taking a sip of whatever was in his cup.

“I am, don’t know about this one,” Mountain teases, which gets him an elbow to the ribs.

Swiss looks down at you, a look of confusion on his face. “Now why is that?”

“No reason,” you say, taking a sip of champagne and giving Mountain a dirty look for saying something.

“Oh come on, you can’t not have a good time at my party. It’s my birthday,” he pouts. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong is that Mountain can’t keep his mouth shut.”

Mountain chuckles. “Guilty as charged.”

“No, seriously, is something wrong?” Swiss asks, he takes his arm from around your face to look at you face to face, trying to gauge your true feelings.

“It’s nothing important, Swiss. I swear.”

“Pinky promise?” He lifts his hand, making a fist, and extending his pinky.

You interlock your pinky with his. “Pinky promise,” you assure.

You chat for a few more minutes until Swiss gets called away by another guest. Mountain turns toward you with a skeptical look.

“So when are you planning on bringing him out for the dance exactly?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I guess when it feels right.”

“You worked yourself up, didn’t you?”

“What? No,” you said with playful denial, taking a sip of champagne to avoid eye contact.

“I’m not letting you leave this room until you dance with him,” he persists, taking the glass from you. “You worked so hard, and he’s going to absolutely love to see you surprise him.”

“I really don’t-”

“Nope. No more ‘I don’t’ or ‘I can’t’,” he interrupts. “You really should pull him aside, and ask him to dance. You don’t need to keep doubting yourself.”

“You’re right,” you sigh. “Are you sure he won’t laugh if I embarrass myself?”

“Did I?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, well that was just practicing. He’s not going to laugh.”

“Fine. Alright, I’ll go talk to him.”

“Good,” Mountain says, grabbing your waist and kissing the top of your head. “You’re going to do great. I believe in you.”

“Thank you, Mountain.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Go knock ‘em dead,” he grins, pushing you in the direction of Swiss.

You swallow the lump in your throat, then walk over to Swiss who’s in a conversation with Rain and Cirrus.

All of the ghoul’s knew about your surprise, except Swiss of course, so Rain and Cirrus exchanged a knowing look, ready to let you take Swiss away.

“Hey, do you mind if I steal this one?” You asked, slightly hesitant, putting a hand on Swiss’s shoulder.

“By all means,” Rain smirks, taking Swiss’s glass and party hat, then pulling Cirrus away.

You take a shaky breath, then pull Swiss to the dance floor as the opening to Grow As We Go begins.

“What are you doing?” Swiss asks with a slight smile. You move one of his hands to your waist, wrap that hand around his neck, then hold the other in your free hand.

“Surprising you?” You offer, beginning to sway to the music and trying to move your feet in the way Mountain taught you.

“You know you’re supposed to watch your dancing partner, not your feet, right?” He teases.

You look up, a slightly worried expression. “I’m sorry,” you say with a slight frown.

“Are you worried you’re going to step on my toes?”

“A bit…I haven’t been able to do this without stepping on Mountain’s at least once.”

“So that’s where you two have been sneaking off to,” he grins. “If it makes you feel better, my feet are much smaller than his.”

You laugh. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. He’s been helping me for the past few weeks. I know you really like you to dance, and that you’re really good at it, so I figured I would try to surprise you.”

“Well, you’re doing a great job so far. You’ve only stepped on my toes once.”

“I did? Oh, I’m sorry,” you frown, looking back at your feet.

He grabs your chin and smiles at you. “Hey, did I complain? No, I didn’t, so let me see those beautiful eyes.”

A shy smile comes over your face. “I’m sorry, I just…really want this to be perfect.”

“The fact that you felt comfortable enough to do this for me makes this perfect as is. You’re perfect,” he says softly.

The crowd is watching, but neither of you seem to care. It’s just a moment for the two of you. You bring yourself closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

“You’re doing amazing, you know,” he whispers, resting his head on top of yours.

You hum in acknowledgement and sway to the music. It seems to fade out, like the only thing happening in the room is Swiss holding you close. It’s the perfect moment.

He begins to hum along with the song, then pushes you away to spin you just as Mountain had done many times before. You let him twirl you before he wrapped you back in his arms with your back to his chest, pressing a kiss to your jaw. You giggled as his facial hair tickled your cheek.

He smiled and let out a light laugh. “You look amazing tonight.”

“I really should be the one complimenting you, birthday boy.”

He laughed again. “It’s my birthday, I can do what I want.”

He spun you out once more as the song began to wrap up. Holding you by the waist, he bent you back, planting a sweet, yet passionate kiss to your lips as the song ended. When he brought you upright, he was holding your cheek as he continued to kiss you.

“Thank you,” he whispered, keeping his face close to yours and staring into your eyes.

“I love you, Swiss. Happy birthday,” you said as you pressed another kiss to his lips.

He wrapped you in his arms, pulling you into a tight hug. “I love you so much, sweetheart. This was truly an incredible surprise,” he said, squeezing you against him.

“I’m glad you liked it,” you smile, wrapping your arms around him and returning the hug.

“And guess what?” He pulls away, a playful grin on his face.

“What?”

“You only stepped on my toes three times.”

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multi-fandom-of-madness · 1 year ago

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Adoration

Pairings: Swiss X Aurora

Type: Smut

Summary: Swiss is infatuated with Aurora, and shows his appreciation.

Warnings: Drinking, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v sex, biting, mentions of blood

Word Count: 2,515

Notes: Read here on ao3. SwissRora got me feeling things. I am absolutely obsessed with them. I think that they are absolutely perfect. A princess and her knight in shining armor. THEY ARE TOO FUCKING IN LOVE.

Aurora was gorgeous. A ghoulette who was absolutely dipped in sin from head to toe. Every ghoul adored her, and she absolutely loved having everyone wrapped around her perfectly manicured claws.

Swiss practically worshiped the ground that she walked on. Whatever she wanted, she got. He followed her around like a lovesick puppy, obeying her every command. Swiss commonly surprised her with gifts and cute things, and with each one, Aurora’s grin somehow managed to grow wider. They loved each other to bits, and nothing was going to stop that.

Swiss was standing outside of Aurora’s door wearing a silk, maroon button down with the top few buttons undone to show off his chest and a necklace with a ruby dangling from it, black slacks, and his nicest dress shoes. He knocked on the door with one hand. The other held a bouquet of black roses that he knew Aurora would adore. He always had a bouquet for her whenever they went on a date that typically matched their outfits – just for that extra level of adoration. He always gave her something fresh when the old set began to wilt.

Aurora opened the door and her beautiful red lips turned up as she fixed one of her earrings. “Are those for me?” She asked, batting her eyelashes.

Swiss took in the sight of her, not even recognizing the fact that a question was spoken. She was wearing a breathtaking, skin-tight, deep red dress with a high slit. His eyes trailed down her body to see the thigh-high stockings connected to a specific set of garters that had Swiss’ cock twitch with interest.

He sucked in a breath. “You’re going to be the death of me, doll,” he grinned, taking her chin in his free hand.

“At least you’ll die happy,” she teased. He let out a low chuckle, then bent down to kiss her. She pushed him back, laughing as he pouted. “Uh uh, you have to wait until after dinner. It took me far too long to get my lips right for you to mess it up,” she teased

Swiss let out a huff, but didn’t push it. Aurora opened the door, motioning for him to come in. As he did, he went to the vase, taking out the old, once vibrant, purple flowers, replacing them with the roses. “You look gorgeous, Rora,” he said, walking back over to her and pulling her toward him by the waist.

She smiled up at him, her eyes shimmering as she looped fingers into his belt loop. “Are you going to even make it through dinner?” She asked as she noticed his hard on.

“Don’t pull my chain. I saw those garters, pretty girl. You’re just trying to tempt me.”

“And it’s working,” she smirked, tracing the outline of his cock with a freshly manicured nail (that Swiss paid for, of course).

“When is it not?”

“You’re too easy.” Aurora brought her hand up to Swiss’ arm, toying with the sleeve he rolled up. Swiss took her hand, then kissed it. She giggled at the way his stubble tickled the soft skin, and he smiled. He could listen to her laugh all day.

“Are you ready to go, your highness?”

“Let me get my purse and my shoes on, then I will be,” she confirmed, quickly dropping his hand as she scrambled to find her purse. He watched her scour the room, then took a look at her dresser. The dainty black purse was sitting just right there, yet she was digging through her closet. He picked it up, then held it as he waited for her to notice.

She returned with her shoes and a pout, but her eyes lit up when she saw the purse. She went to grab it, but Swiss simply lifted it above his head. “Nope. I want a kiss first.”

“You’ll smear my lipstick,” she countered, crossing her arms.

“Just a peck on the cheek, then you’ll get the purse back.”

“But then you’ll have lipstick on your face.”

“Come on. One kiss, and you’ll get it back. You know I love wearing your marks,” Swiss grinned at the attempted innuendo.

Aurora rolled her eyes, grabbed his shoulders, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, leaving a red stain on his face.

“Good girl,” Swiss said as he gave her the purse. He took her shoes and knelt in front of her, holding it out. She rested her hand on his shoulder, letting him bear her weight as she slipped on the glossy black stilleto. He hooked one hand under her thigh and pressed a kiss to her knee as he looked at her with all the adoration in the world, repeating the process as she slipped on the other shoe.

As Swiss stood up, holding his arm out for Aurora. “Ready now, princess?”

“Indeed I am,” she says, linking her arm in his.

They make it to the restaurant, and it is nice. It’s quite possibly the fanciest restaurant that he has ever seen. Only the best for his Aurora.

“You continue to amaze me,” Aurora hummed, taking in the scene. She squeezed herself closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. “It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he responds, kissing the top of her head.

A host takes the name of their reservation, then leads them to their seats. There’s already a bottle of the nicest wine in an ice bucket when they get to their table. Swiss pulls out Aurora’s chair, then pushes it in for her.

He sits across from her, and the host pours them each a glass of wine. He leaves, telling them that their server will be with them shortly, and they both take their time looking over the expansive menu.

Aurora scoots her chair closer to the table as their server comes around to take their order. As Swiss begins to speak, Aurora slides her leg up his, rubbing the toe of her heel in his inner thigh as she sips her wine, acting as if nothing was happening.

Swiss goes red and takes a second to clear his throat and adjust himself. Aurora pulls her foot away as she gives the server her order with such an innocent smile, and Swiss can’t help but melt.

Once the server leaves, Aurora looks towards Swiss, raising her eyebrows as she takes another sip of wine. “What was that?” He asked, giving her an amused smirk.

“Just a little taste of what’s for dessert,” Aurora giggled.

Swiss laughed, then took a piece of bread sitting in the basket on the table. “Little minx,” he teased to which Aurora responds with a wink.

—

Dinner was incredible, even with Aurora’s consistent teasing. Especially with Aurora’s teasing.

By the time they made it back to the Ministry, they were both tipsy, dropping their glamours the second they walked through the door.

Swiss insisted that they go back to his room, and Aurora gasped at the scene. Candles were placed on as many surfaces as possible and the lights were dimmed. There was music playing faintly somewhere in the room, and black rose petals lining the floor in a path to the bed, along with some scattered on the bed itself.

“Did you do this for me?” Aurora asked, turning to look at Swiss with an awestruck expression. He gives a silent thanks to Mountain and Cumulus for setting this up for him while he was out.

He cupped her face in his hand, stroking her cheek and staring into her eyes. “Of course, my love. I would do anything for you,” he smiled.

She smiled in return, then tugged the chain of his necklace to pull him into a kiss. He chuckled at her eagerness, despite her earlier protests in regards to messing up her lipstick. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed her toward the bed so that she was sitting on the edge of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he knelt between her legs. He kept eye contact with her as he pulled off one shoe, kissing from her ankle to the hem of her dress before switching to remove the other shoe and repeating the process.

“Swiss…” Aurora gasped as Swiss pulled her thighs apart, kissing the top of her stockings. He unclips the garters, then slowly pulls the stocking down her leg. He’s worshiping her. He’s taking his time, and showing his appreciation for the fact that she’s allowing him to see her in this way.

He unclips the other side of the garter, stripping her leg of that stocking, then stands up. He towers over her, but there’s no air of dominance to him. This isn’t about him. It’s about her. She stares up at him, then pulls his belt off, untucking his shirt. He peels it off immediately, throwing it somewhere in the room. He takes her hands in his, then stands her up and switches spots with her.

He grabs hold of her hip with one hand, then uses the other to start unzipping her dress. He kisses along her shoulder blades as he pushes the straps down, letting the dress fall. She turns around, wearing a black lace set. The one that makes Swiss’ mind go blank. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls as she straddles him.

“I know,” she smirks, leaning down to bite at his neck as she begins to grind her slick cunt against him.

“Shit, baby…already making a mess of me,” he moans as she bites his neck hard enough to bruise. His neck is covered in kiss marks from her lipstick, along with bruises that were already beginning to form.

Swiss groans as her fangs sink into his neck. She laps up the blood, and he easily, yet gently, flips her over, her head resting between his arms as he captures her in a passionate kiss. His tongue intertwines with hers easily. Their mouths slotted together in a perfect fit as he slides one of his hands up her waist. He pulls her up just long enough to be able to unclasp her bra.

He pulls it off with ease and watches as she bites her lip at the feeling of the cool air against her bare skin. Swiss immediately attaches his mouth to one of her nipples, pinching at the other and smirking as her back bows off the bed.

“Swiss, please…need you,” she moans, rocking her hips against him in search of friction.

“Whatever you want, princess,” he hums, sliding off of her.

He quickly takes off his shoes, then both his pants and boxers in one fell swoop, then climbs back over her. He takes hold of her garters and panties, gently pulling them down, exposing her beauty in its entirety. He kisses in a line down her stomach until he reaches her clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves, and listening to each pretty moan that spills from her lips.

Aurora’s legs are hooked over his shoulders as he buries his face into her folds, tongue teasing her entrance. She grabs one of his horns, tugging him further in, and he moans as she grinds her cunt against his face.

He’s absolutely intoxicated by her. Her taste…her smell…her sounds…everything. He moans against her, pushing two fingers past her entrance and curling them upward. She lets out a high-pitch moan as he pets at her walls, tightening her grip on his horns. He lets her push and pull against him and take what she wants.

This isn’t about him.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” she chants. He picks up his pace, licking and sucking her clit like a man starved.

She shouts and arches her back as she cums. Swiss moans as a gush of wetness hits his tongue, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

He lets her come down from her high before he slips back on top of her, kissing up her neck until reaching her mouth. She moans at the taste of herself on his lips, and he grinds his painfully hard cock against her.

“Please, princess…I need to feel you,” he groans, slotting her cock against her hip.

She nods. “Need it. Please, I need your cock in me.”

He’s quick to line his thick cock up with her entrance, both of them moaning in sync as he pushes into her wet heat. She wraps one leg around his hip, pulling him as close as possible.

He thrusts into her and buries his face in her neck, kissing, not biting. He doesn’t want to mark her. He doesn’t want to taint her delicate skin. “Lucifer, you’re so tight. So good for me. So fucking good for me,” he moans against her neck.

He pushes his hips against her, the sounds of their skin slapping together overtaking the volume of the music.

“Swiss, make me cum. Make me cum again,” she commands, digging her heel into the meat of his ass.

He obeys, bringing one hand to rub at her clit. She lets out a piercing moan at the contact. He thrusts into her, but his pace isn’t rough. He wants to savor this moment. He wants to savor the feeling of her clenching around him as her thighs begin to shake.

There’s nothing but passion in the air as their bodies connect. Their scents mixing with the smell of sex fills the room. Curses spill from Aurora’s lips, and Swiss wonders how an angel can know such filth. He’s corrupted her, and he fills a sense of pride and possession overtake him, his hips speeding up as he chases his own orgasm.

“Swiss – fuck! Swiss, I’m gonna cum,” she gasps, eyes rolling back into her head.

“Cum for me, princess,” he says, continuing to rub her clit with his thumb. Her body convulses as she clenches around him, cumming with his name on her lips. Swiss wonders how he got so lucky to hear her, touch her, taste her…

He buries his head in her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent as he follows her orgasm, cumming inside of her warmth with a muffled shout.

He takes a moment to breathe and catch up with his brain before pulling out and rolling off her. Once she’s able to, she pulls him into a kiss, then laughs as she takes in the sight of him.

He grins. “What’s so funny?”

“You,” she laughs, scooching closer to wrap herself in his arms. “You’re covered in my lipstick.”

He hums and kisses her forehead. “Bet I look almost as pretty as you do.”

“Of course you do,” she smiles, pressing her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

They stay like that, wrapped up in each other until Aurora pipes up, pulling back enough to look into his eyes.

“Hey, Swiss?”

“What is it, beautiful?” He asks, his lips curling into a smile.

“I love you,” she whispers.

He pulls her back against his chest. “Oh, Aurora,” he starts, stroking her hair and untangling some of the knots. “I adore you.”

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