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[nyehilismwriting]

Hi! I'm not sure if you're taking RO asks rn but if you are could I ask how the ROs would react to MC asking them softly to dance with them? Not even dancing well, just saying along to quiet music when they have a moment of peace together. If you're not taking asks no worries, you can just ignore this! 😊

this ask is so nice.......so polite........do you want to go to the grocery store together..i’ll buy us a coffee after. it’ll be nice

"dance with me?"

you barely realise you've said it until eva looks at you, the faucet still running, soap on her hands. there are dishes still to be done, things to put away, work to be done - but the music is soft and beguiling and the orange glow from the streetlamps turns her hair the colour of mahogany.

she's blushing slightly, mouth opening. her eyes flit down to your hand, and for a moment you think she'll say no.

then her hand closes around yours, still damp, warm from the water, and you grin and pull her close, a hand on her hip, her hands closed tight around your heart as the two of you begin to sway. it's barely dancing, but that was never the point.

eva leans in and rests her forehead against yours, and hazily, you think - that was the point.

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"dance with me?"

amari blinks.

"what?"

"dance with me," you grin at her, can't help yourself with the way she's looking at you, two parts amused, one part confused as you hold out your hand. "come on. let's dance,"

"sure," she uncurls herself, slides her hand into yours (and you take a moment to revel in how easy, how natural it is, the way she laces her fingers with yours and squeezes) and lets you pull her close, her wooden hand coming up to rest on your arm. "like this?"

it might be your laugh that does it; it might be the hitch in your breath as she steps into your space, but when she tilts her head to meet your eyes, she's smirking. your voice comes out hoarse.

"yeah. like this,"

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"dance with me?"

"ugh, yes. thought you'd never ask,"

you snort as shaw drops the handful of clothes he'd been folding, leaving them in a crumpled pile on the bed.

"you just don't want to do laundry,"

"what are you accusing me of?" he's grinning as he hooks his fingers into the pocket of your jeans, hauls you in close. you rest your hands on his shoulders, instinctive, natural, rest your head on his shoulder and breathe in deep.

"nothing, except not wanting to do laundry,"

the vibration echoes through your body as he laughs, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as you sway. "very astute. what are you, a psychologist?"

"something like that,"  you grin into the crook of his neck as he rests his cheek on your head, let your eyes drift closed. it's not really dancing - swaying gently like this, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your back, your breath against his neck - it's not something you want to put a name to.

not yet, anyway.

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"dance with me?"

you're holding out your hand, holding your breath, holding yourself, in the dark room. alone, but for the shadow on the wall, the voice in the dark.

levi doesn't let you stay that way for long - never would, never could. his hand is warm around yours, pulls you close and you go gratefully, leaning against his chest, solid and grounding. his arm around your waist, hand still in yours, lips against the crown of your head and yours against his collarbone.

"OK?"

"yeah," you breathe out, let the tension out in a hiss of breath, fingers tangling in his shirt. "just wanted to dance,"

he hums, lets you lead as you move slowly, carefully, quietly round the room. follows your path with his body, his hands, his heart beating steady under your palms. when you come to a halt, he stops with you, and though the music still plays, the two of you are still and silent in the dark.