#i know i know atem is a total awkward bean

[unbloomingmoonflower]

dancing with a stranger

A/N: How dare this cover slap and make me wanna write out a nightclub scenario with Atem/Yami and Hikari?

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The strobe lights were blinding, the sea of dancing bodies a silhouette. The music was deafening, blasting from the speakers and pulsing from every person on the dance floor.

He only observed from sitting at the bar, the lights glinting off of the golden rings that adorned his fingers, the bangles on his wrist. Intense amethyst eyes took in the scene, the milling people that came into or left the club. A sigh left his lips as he took a drink from his glass of wine, the flavor tickling at his tongue before going down his throat.

Atem usually didn’t frequent clubs. Yet many a things weighed on his mind that he needed a distraction that wasn’t usually what he did. He’d lose himself in Duel Monsters before, but it wasn’t enough this time. With Yugi’s encouraging, Atem decided to go out.

And here he was, in a crowded nightclub by his lonesome, watching the dancing and flirting beneath the flashing lights. Heaving another sigh, Atem downed the last bit of his wine, readying himself to leave the pay and tip--until a blur of movement caught his eye. For a moment, the motion disappeared in the sea of people and Atem almost thought he had imagined it.

Until he glimpsed it again, that blur of movement within the throng of people.

He was barely aware that the song had changed; he could only see body swaying. The strobe lights, quick in their flashing, still illuminated her silhouette. Her attire had clasps and buckles that glinted, ebony hair curled at the ends following her movements. Like many, she was lost to the music that she paid no mind to the bodies around her.

Yet Atem couldn’t tear his gaze away. The presence of that strange siren on the dancefloor pulled at him, unaware that his body was moving until he finally became aware that she was closer than before. He was able to see her much more clearly now.

Sun-kissed skin, clad in a flowing, white dress, a silver chain adorning her neck, the girl slowed in her rhythm, dark eyes gazing up at him. A curiosity shimmered within their depths, stealing Atem’s breath. She was so close that he could detect a faint scent--floral, yet not overtly so. Atem couldn’t bring himself to back away, even though he prided on himself to remain a gentleman.

Atem startled at the sensation of fingers over his hand, irises flickering down to see the girl’s hand gently taking a hold of his. She was testing the waters, to see if he would pull away, because not once had her eyes turned away. When he didn’t pull away, she took the lead in the dance. Her body continued to sway in time to the music as she drew close. Amethyst eyes followed the chain around her neck, to the charm that rest against her chest. A charm hung from it, depicting a name: Hikari.

Atem found his body moving in time with his mysterious partner, this Hikari. Her hand slid along his arm, enough for him to rest his hands onto her hips. The music vibrated between them, yet it sounded muffled to his ears. All of his focus was on the girl before him, whose equally intense gaze matched him.

A club was so large and public that is was ironic for it to also be so intimate. The music, the lights, the feel of bodies dancing closely; no one paid the two any mind and Atem couldn’t have wanted it any other way. Hikari was pressed against him, her hands against his upper arms now, and her scent was becoming intoxicating. Her fingertips against his skin ignited flames within him, stealing his breath once again. His own fingertips dug into the fabric of Hikari’s dress as though on instinct, keeping her close.

A soft breath left Hikari’s lips, one Atem felt against his chest before she began to turn in his arms. She wasn’t pulling away; no, she simply pressed her back to his chest without breaking her rhythm to the song blasting from the speakers. The nigh-intimate action shouldn’t have surprised Atem, given how close the two were dancing. His hands remained on her swaying hips as his own matched hers beat for beat.

Hikari rest her head against Atem’s chest, dark eyes gazing up at him as he returned its intensity. With how close they were dancing, Atem could see the clear flush on her cheeks, the faint sheen of sweat from their dancing, and pink lips parted with every breath she took. Her hands drifted over his arms once more, the faint touches delighting his skin.

He knew nothing of this beautiful stranger, his intimate dance partner, save for her name on her necklace. They hadn’t spoken one word; only shared glanced, this space, out in the sea of dancing bodies. And yet, the sheer intimacy of their closeness spoke volumes in the moment. They didn’t have to know one another with words when their bodies were doing much of the talking.

Feeling a tad bold, Atem’s hands drifted, fingers ghosting the length of Hikari’s arms before taking her hand in his. He took the lead in this moment, spinning her to face him once again with ease, his free hand pressing against the small of her back to press her against him. With no distance between them, Atem’s amethyst eyes clashed with Hikari’s tourmaline irises as the final beat of the song ended, melting into a new one.

Hikari’s soft laugh left her, Atem able to feel the vibration from their bodies being so close. “Staying for another song?” she asked, her gentle voice drowning out the song he hardly cared about.

Fully aware of how closely Atem still held Hikari to him, he slowly pulled away, his arms leaving her body--and he suddenly missed her warmth against him. “I think I may stay for another drink,” he replied, despite his thirst being for something far different than a glass of wine.

The smile the ravenette gave him all but stopped his heart. “Maybe I’ll join you. Some place quieter, hm?”

Returning her smile with a faint smirk of his own, Atem gave a regal nod of his head. “I agree.”

Walking toward his side, his beautiful stranger canted her head to the side. “I never got your name,” she murmured as he turned match her stride.

He glanced at her, before offering a hand. “My name is Atem.”

“Atem.” His name was a delicious song from her lips as she touched his hand. “I’m Hikari.”

His fingers curled against hers and Atem sensed the night was still far too young to let this stranger go now. A feeling that appeared to be shared when Hikari’s own fingers remained linked to his without resistance, as he lead them both out of the club.