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lucidlucy · 8 years ago

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I've been saving this prompt, but I can't imagine anyone else doing it better, and you can combine it with others!: Reylo or Reyux -- Rey falls in love first.

Your wish is granted! I am also combining this one with @mabellewind ‘s prompt Hux is Rey’s dancing teacher. And I’m using it as my entry for Day 1 of Reyux Week (and day 2? since it’s dancing?) … is this cheating or amazing multitasking?

Sway Me Slowly

She doesn’t remember when it happened, or how it started, that falling in love thing. She remembers when the habit of staring had started, though. On her very first day.

The first time she’d shown up to the dance studio had been… an interesting experience, to say the least. Rey walked in through the doors only to be met by a pair of sharp blue eyes gazing at her from under a deep frown. Her mind quickly started filling in the rest of the details.

Freckles, red hair, a ramrod straight posture and slender limbs that spoke of dancing.

“The studio is closed for the day,” he’d said matter of factly. “Our hours are posted on the door.��

She’d immediately recoiled, moving to withdraw on cold feet. This had been a bad idea. She should have never listened to Poe and Finn when they told her she needed a hobby. She could pick up reading, crocheting, or any other activity that did not include being examined like a bug.

“Sorry,” she’d mumbled, “I’ll just… I’ll just go now.”

“Well, seeing as you’re already here,” he’d said, steps clicking as he moved forward, “Can I help you with something?”

She’d turned and gotten an up close and personal look at those eyes, though, and that’s when the habit had formed. She’d been off the mark upon first assessment.

“Ah,” she said, trying to avert her eyes and backtrack, having forgotten her excuse mid-word. “Uhm.”

“Yes?”

Uppity man. An uppity man with eyes the color of storm clouds, pale and piercing, and very much trained on her.

“I— sorry about dropping by late. Work just let out and…”

He had waited patiently, or… not. At least, he’d looked patient, yet his lips had pursed for a second and Rey had decided she could pick up crocheting after all. Yet his eyes wouldn’t let her leave, gluing the soles of her shoes to the granite floor as effectively as if she’d walked into wet cement.

“I was told about this place by friends and, well, decided to check it out and see if I could sign up for..lessons..” she’d finished, the sentence ending on a timid whisper in the face of his incessant examination.

“I see.”

I see. That’s all. What kind of answer—

“But uhm, the schedule conflicts so…” she’d nodded her head as if to say sorry, hefting her bag and looking at the door. “I’ll just go.”

“Would you like private lessons?”

Her head snapped back. “Is that a thing?”

His head tilted a single degree, leaving her feeling like an idiot. Of course there would have been private lessons. This is a dance studio, after all.

“What’s your name?” he’d asked.

Rey cleared her throat, trying to simultaneously keep herself from hunching over and from croaking out her name.

“Rey Jakken.”

“Hux.” He’d said for an introduction, “Follow me, miss Jakken.”

He’d left her to follow, and Rey had finally breathed, the pressure pushing down on her lifting as she watched him walk with a purposeful stride, reminding herself that it’s just dancing. Forget about her soon to be instructor’s unnervingly clear eyes and air of cold superiority. Or maybe she’d just read too much into it. She’d only interacted with this man for exactly four minutes. Sure, he’s not like Poe or Finn, warm and gentle, but she’s here for lessons, not matchmaking—

“Do you have a preference?”

Her head snapped up. “Excuse me?”

“On a dance…”

“Oh!”

And that’s how her dancing lessons had started, with a lot of awkward bumps and with Rey feeling rather stupid more than once, still a little skeptical that this haughty, stiff man with a stick up his ass could have a single bone for dancing in his body.

Until she’d seen him dance, that is, muscles stretching and contracting, limbs moving with such fluidity it should be illegal.

The rest of that has been lost between her sign up sheets and tap dancing lessons. Every Thursday Rey would show up, be asked what she’d like to learn today, and watch as her disapproving teacher cocked an eyebrow every time she said I don’t know. Eventually it had become a game, one he’d caught onto when she’d shrug her shoulders and he’d shake his head, suggesting something new.

Rey now knew how to waltz, had the basic gist of tap dancing down even if she felt like an elephant on stilts when attempting complicated sequences, so very different from her nimble teacher. More than once she’d fallen on her ass, sprained an ankle, or stepped on his feet yet he still continued to patiently help her up off the floor, walk her through the steps again, and even go so far as to sit her down and personally ice her leg once.

And still she’d kept staring, and perhaps that’s when the feelings of love bloomed. He never once looked away. Rey could look him in the eye for twenty minutes and she bet he’d just stand there and let her. That had kept her coming back, even with a sprained ankle, his quiet gaze shifting from unnerving to enthralling with every session. That’s as far as she dares go, though, even now, drawing the line of propriety clearly in her mind in red ink.

When she shows up after work the lights in the studio are on. It’s so much nicer than opening the door to a dark reception hall like she’d had that first time. She muses he must have forgotten to lock the doors that one time, and doesn’t fate work in funny ways? She steps towards the studio doors sitting ajar on a beam of light, trying to be as quiet as possible.

When she looks in, she finds him practicing.

Ballet.

Every step of his, every turn, every extended muscle as he lifts an arm and draws it down slowly makes her ache. Still, though, it’s two to eight, and her teacher hates tardiness. Rey clears her throat.

“You’re here,” Hux greets. His greetings are never warm, but she’s learned to recognize them as friendly, at least. She drops her bag by the door and steps forward. “What would you like to do today?”

“I don’t know.”

Hux arches an eyebrow but his lips twitch, and Rey allows herself a small smile. There it is, their game.

“Is your ankle feeling better?”

“Much.”

Hux steps forward and her heart starts beating wildly. It’s a conditioned response to his proximity, driving her wild and insane all at once. Rey tries to calm it down, but it doesn’t work very well when Hux takes her hand and leads her to the center of the floor, facing the mirrors.

“Would you like to continue our tango practice?” he asks.

Rey’s heart stammers.

The last time they’d tried to Tango she’d made a fool of herself, the sudden intimate proximity making her head swim. It had been hard to follow instructions then, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that the thought makes her spine tingle. Hux takes the flush of her cheeks for assent before dropping her hand and walking towards the sound system. He turns it on and walks back on the first few notes, then positions himself behind her.

“Alright,” he says. “We’ll take it slow.”

That promise shouldn’t twist her insides like it does. Rey nods.

True to his word, however, they go through the steps slowly. Rey wraps one hand around the back of his neck and steps close, and Hux places one on the spot between her shoulder blades, the other holding onto her free hand firmly, assuming his position as he steps forward and she moves back.

One. Two. Three.

He spins her slowly, one hand to the hip, instructing her on the kick she must make to the side then behind his knee. It brings their hips just a little closer. Rey swallows.

“Look at me, miss Jakken,” Hux dips in to whisper in her ear. “There’s nothing beautiful about looking at my feet while one does the tango.”

Doing the t—

Rey clears her throat rapidly, looking up and meeting his gaze. He smiles approvingly then spins her in quick succession, and she knows that as her cue to hook a leg around his thigh so she can be dragged or lose her balance, but all she can think of is the fact that she’s spread wide open like a flower against him and her cheeks are flaming hot. When he finally puts an end to the spin and she’s allowed to drop her leg, he once again sways them both at a more sedate pace.

“Good, miss Jakken.”

The praise falls too soft on her ears. Her flush deepens.

Hux twists her again, making her face the mirrors, and looks at her through their reflection. Rey tries to look away. She’d never been one to blush like a blossoming teenager, but this man had a way of turning her insides to putty.

“Look at me,” he once again instructs against the shell of her ear, leaving no room for argument. Rey’s eyes snap back. He finally gives her a smile.

It’s a rare thing, that smile.

“Good, miss Jakken.”

The hand on his hip moves down her thigh, then up in a sensual dip before he moves to take her other arm, long fingers trailing her bicep then hooking her hand behind his neck, dipping to move his nose into the crook of her elbow and gently caress there. It’s a move she’d seen in videos, thought nothing of, and continued studying the steps. Now, being forced to watch, it makes her knees feel weak. Hux presses against her hip, making her step back. She might die, her brain already preparing for crashing into his groin, but much to her relief— and disappointment— he moves back with her. They do another small circuit before stepping up to the mirror again.

“Very good, miss Jakken.”

Rey tries to smile but the thudding of her pulse makes it kind of hard to concentrate, so she looks down at her toes as he counts out their steps.

“Didn’t I say—” he begins. Rey immediately looks up again, wincing at the reminder. Hux shakes his head slightly and sways them from side to side a moment longer than necessary.

“Would you rather we danced to something else?” he asks. “We can always go back to tap dancing.”

She shakes her head so fast her buns slap him in the face, but he doesn’t seem to notice. If anything a small smirk settles on the right corner of his mouth.

“You seem uncomfortable.”

“No! It’s not— It’s not that. It’s just…” Rey croaks then rasps her throat clear, wondering if she should say something or stay silent. If she says something, she might ruin whatever this is. If she doesn’t…well, if she doesn’t he might just think she’s unwilling to learn and—

And what? Take back the lessons?

“It’s just what?” he presses, turning her around. They’re still dancing, but it’s no longer the complicated sequence of steps she knows come after this. Rey takes in a shuddery breath.

“It’s just, when you look at me like that, it’s hard to… it’s hard to think.”

“Oh?”

Rey could die. She could die from embarrassment right this moment. He sounds amused.

“So I look away.” She explains. “It’s not that I don’t want to learn, I just—”

What comes out of his mouth next is not what she’d expected.

“Don’t do that.”

Rey finally looks up, brows knitting together. Before she can say anything else, though, Hux leans in and gently presses his lips to her ear.

“You have very pretty eyes, Miss Jakken. I enjoy them. I look forward to seeing them. Don’t deprive me of the pleasure.” When he leans back out his expression is perfectly composed. “Now, shall we continue?”

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