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biggest-dickest · 3 years ago

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First of all, thank you for writing this, truly. Second, you got their tention all right!! AAH<3!! And lastly, POOR MOONY you must put him into that position do you eh?? He already feel bad he still haven't got used to dance and then he had to WATCH his wife dancing with other man that is not her husband?? Like damn OP

The Dancer

Pairing: Sir Sonnaugth x Latril

Summary: Latril tries to teach dancing. //Set up after the ball.

- One, two, ouch-.

- One, oh, three-.

Please do concentrate master Ranamoon.

A lady with great hair was trying, to no avail to teach Ranamoon his way in the dance floor, and judging by her bruised toes, it wasn’t working. Latril, Sir Sonnaught and the Marques de Sable, arrived at the hall with the intention to pass by to Latril office, however, by hearing the dancing teacher´s discrete demonstrations of displeasure, Latril stopped to look at the lesson.

It was a simply waltz, with the box step, three musicians were playing a slow tune, and Ranamoon looked confused.

Latril chuckled at his demeanor.

-Perhaps I can be of assistance-. She said with a smile.

The dance instructor made a reverence and let them the dance floor. Latril asked the musicians for a slow song, and the suffering commenced.

-Relax and try to follow the dance-.

-Maybe I don’t enjoy following the tide-. Ranamoon said, with a neutral expression, but full of defiance.

-If you move against the tide you’re going to end up on top of my toes-.

And he did.

- Ouch. See my point? -.

She sighed and stopped the dance, when she glanced at Sir Sonnaught and the Marques de Sable, they were both trying really hard to portrait a straigth face. And they were failing.

- Maybe if you see two people dancing calmly your temperance will improve. Sir Sonnaugth, please come forward-.

Sir Sonnaugth looked surprised, but stepped in regardless. Maybe today he will have another memory to treasure.

- May I give a suggestion your Majesty? -.

- You may -.

- Since Ranamoon is a free spirit, it may be feasible to start with different music -.

Latil Raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

- What do you suggest? -.

Sir Sonnaugth looked at the musicians with a smile that he could not conceal.

- Please play Valse Sentimentale -.

The violinist looked a Sir Sonnaught with a complicity smile, but changed his face for a more serious one as soon as he put his violin in his shoulder.

- My, my, Sir Sonnaught – Latil said lowering her voice as to not be heard by the rest – I would have never took you for a romanticist -.

- You can take me for more than just that-.

Even do he said that with the most sedated face, Latril could not help but to fight a slight blush in her cheeks. The fact that his hand was in her waist and his perfume reached her nose didn’t help. The music was peaking its pace as this song was a bit faster than an usual waltz. She thougth that maybe it was a good idea to try giving dancing tips to Ranamoon, because she was getting a weird tingle in the hand that was grasping his hand and of course, she needed to avoid it, before she starts to look into his eyes and getting strange ideas.

- See? This is smooth and calm and nobody has been hurt-.

Ranamoon wanted two things after her words reached his ears. To have a red-haired head in a silver plate for dinner, and to be the best dancer in the world.

Sir Sonnaugth and Latril had already danced around half the dance hall in a counterclock wise manner, and she thougth how strange it was, to be this free while being guided by somebody else.

As soon as her attention turned to him again, he exhaled and separated the hand on her waist, to make her give a small spin, but when she returned to the old position, she collided with him, in a soft thud. The hit was not a problem, in fact it was a pleasant collision. The problem here, laid in that even do their hands went to their old position, their bodys were closer. Too close. There was no gap. As much as he wanted to indulge in this simple moment. He needed to save face, so he tried to separate her a little with the hand in her waist. He believes she inhaled sharply, but who is to say? And now there was another problem, she looked absolutely beautiful. And even a third problem arise, Latril looked directly into his eyes. He wished, for the third time today, to live in an easy world, one where he didn’t have to pretend. One where he could tell her the truth, all the truths that he wanted.

They waltzed in front of the musicians and one of them stole a glance respectfully, with the way they were dancing, this was going to turn into a huge gossip later, and the musician’s wife would surely love it!

And when they arrived at the departure point, the music came to an abrupt end by a signal of the Marques de sable. Latril felt her heart racing, and her eyebrows distorted in confusion. Her hand was still tingling, and she could feel his respiration on her forehead, suddenly, he stopped the circles they made on the entire dance hall. But they didn’t separate themselves.

He might be a good kisser, he is a romanticist, after all.

She couldn’t believe the thougths in her head, until she heard a noise, coming from the Marques de Sable, who was clearing his throat in a desperate intent to clear this situation.

Sir Sonnaught was, slowly getting his head closer to Latril´s as soon as the music ended. He was a magnet coming for his polar opposite, with his respiration a little ragged, either by the dancing or by how aware he was of their closeness. But when Latril moved her head to the side. He woke up from his trance and cleared his throat.

Latril spoke in a little deranged tone of voice:

- Please do instruct him in other dances, maybe a different rhythm would do the trick -.

The dance instructor politely turned around to Ranamoon, who was behind her, without showing his face.

- Let’s continue to the office-.

Latil´s voice was already in her regular state. As soon as the Marques de Sable passed throuth the door, Sir Sonnaught whispered to her ear.

- We didn’t finish the song -.

#men of the harem #fanfic #latil x ranamun #latil x sonnaught #sir sonnaught #ranamun atraxil #latrasil tarium

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