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Soulmate AU: Dancer (ballet) x Pianist + name on wrist
Requested
Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader though they are in a more female-dominated role, Fluff
Word Count: 2.3k+
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His hands rested on your waist gently, guiding you in circles as your block covered toe dug into the vinyl matted floor. Your arms were raised in the air with your elbows and wrists bent slightly inwards to form an elegant oval frame around your head. The pointed toe at your knee lowered to the floor in a calculated motion. Point, ball, heel. Your knee bent to carry the rest of your transferring weight. Muscle memory set in quick.
The light twinkling of keys filled the air, guiding your moves like a trail of breadcrumbs. Up to point on the high note, drop on the downbeat, spin on the scale. The instrument's strings vibrated in a happy tune that painted an image of blooming fields across your vision. You smiled, falling into your partner's arms. You adored the feeling, like twirling in the air and sleeping on fluffy clouds with stars shining above you.
In the opposite corner from the grand piano, your instructor stood with his arms crossed, scrutinizing every dancer's moves as the ensemble was practiced. He yapped out an order calling for one of the dancer's heads to look up higher. The music continued.
Your partner's hands shifted, one coming across your lower stomach, pushing heat through your bodysuit to sit against your sweat coated skin and the other catching your thigh as your leg raised higher into the air. The bent knee that held your weight pulsed before snapping straight, shooting you onto the end of your shoe in a tight arabesque.
You raised your arms, one ahead of you, fingers dancing carefully along your eye line and the other to your side, a little back. The man's hand left your stomach, shifting so he held your raised angle carefully. Toe first, he walked you in circles, spinning like a little fairy in a jewelry box.
After a 180-degree turn, he took your hand, slowly pulling you forward and out of your pose and into a waiting position.
The piano stopped.
"Water, everyone."
Walking to the back wall of the studio, you ripped open the puckered opening of your flimsy bag. As you dropped the carrier and leaned against the banister that sat under the window, you tilted your head back to pour the iced water down your throat. Your head felt like it was floating, you sighed and sunk into the feeling.
"(L/N)."
You coughed, choking slightly which prompted your dance partner to rub your back.
