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"dance with me" - swiss x gn!reader

swiss x gn!reader
fluff

There's a lake that guards the abbey and swarms with life during the daytime. Ducks and geese make their wakes in the crystal clear water searching for fish and diving headfirst into the reeds, huge water birds make their homes on the banks, and animals of all kinds and sizes make their way to the lake's edge for a drink of cold water. At night, the surface calms and turns to glass and creates a vast mirror of stars that burn bright on its surface. Completely undisturbed, the lake goes to sleep.

A chorus of frogs wake up once the sun goes to sleep and sing together with the crickets that hide deep in the grass. Their song is seasonal; loud and jubilant in the summer, hushed and mellow in the fall, and put on hold throughout the winter until the ice thaws out. Tonight it mimics blank verse poetry and repeats the same steady rise and fall of croaks and chirps. The leaves must be getting ready to change.

The air is warm but an irregular breeze rushes in off of the lake and nips at the exposed skin on your arms and legs. It's more than manageable but your ghoul insists that you stay glued to his side with your fingers tightly interlocked. You trust Swiss' instincts as he leads you through the dark from the stone path to the abbey's time-honored dock. Old wooden boards creak under two sets of feet and smell of cedar and rot. Each step from above sends a set of ripples to cut across the surface of the lake and you watch as the stars dance over the waves before returning to their places in the sky.

Swiss loves the lake. He was summoned upon the same dock he walks on and knows each and every swirl and grain in its weathered wood. If he could live here forever instead of the den he would, but he understands that the abbey calls to him and he must always eventually make his way back home. More often than not he brings you with him- his love, his anchor- and you make sure to dress in your nicer attire no matter the temperature nor the time of day. He does the same. Tonight, the moon looms massive and bright in the sky and clouds are nowhere to be found. The breeze cards it's hands through the airy fabric of your clothes and welcomes you and it's favorite ghoul back to the edge of the dock where you belong. Usually, Swiss would lower himself to the ground and let you lay back against his chest as you watch the world turn overhead and the sun come up, but tonight is different. He has other plans. He releases himself from the tangle of your arms and you reach for him in blind habit as he retreats behind you, his tail petting over your thigh. 

"Dance with me," he whispers into your ear, his chest pressed lightly against your back. His clawed hands are careful as they caress the delicate skin of your arms and you shiver under his touch and the bite of the wind. "Please."

"I don't know how," you admit and you're terrified you've disappointed the ghoul, but he takes a deep inhale of your scent instead and places a kiss on the shell of your ear. Your hands fall atop his own and squeeze as he wraps his strong arms around your stomach and pulls your body tighter against him. He's warm. He's familiar. You can't help but smile as he tsks against your hair. "I'll embarrass myself."

Swiss' body begins to sway lightly back and forth, your own moving with him in tandem as he holds you in a makeshift dance. "You don't need to know how. I have you. Just feel me. Follow me."

Your body gives in to him before your head does, and before you know it you're falling into an easy rhythm that feels natural; like you've known it your whole life. Behind you, the ghoul becomes steadily warmer and the scent of chocolate and coffee that he radiates gets stronger. When you lay your head back against his shoulder you hear the low rumble of a purr against your ear. His stubble tickles against where it rests against your forehead. You're both content and engulfed by the arms of a soulmate.

You stand there together, you and him, for a long while, swaying softly to the sound of frogs and crickets and the wind in the trees. It's moments like these that make you understand Swiss' love for the dock and the lake. You've grown to appreciate it's secrets. And it's moments like these that make you remember how you fell so deeply in love with your ghoul. You more than understand his desire to stay here forever.

Swiss must've been thinking similarly, because he unwraps his arms from your tummy and grabs one of your hands to gracefully twirl you around to face him. Now, standing face to face -mortal eyes to golden eyes- he lets go of your hand and reaches up to hold your face tenderly and gently in his rough palms. The claw of his thumb catches gently on your bottom lip and he watches the way that your cheeks flood with blush.

"Oh, my love. How did I ever get so lucky?"

His lips meet yours in a dizzying kiss that takes your breath away every time and you clutch your hands in the black shirt that adorns his chest to keep you from falling away. But you don't have to worry about that because Swiss' large hands are always there to hold you up and guide you to him. He has you. He's got you. He's forever and eternally yours.