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« in the moonlight »

!! includes smut !! marc x layla !!

Layla and Marc were sitting in a restaurant together, talking. It had been a few months since they started dating, almost a year. And it was definitely the happiest Marc had been since his brother's death.

Layla was wearing a short, silk red dress along with a black blazer. Her hair was put into a small bun, her bangs slightly covering her vision. Though she didn't mind much as she was used to it by now. Layla had never cared much about make up so she was only wearing some natural lipstick and mascara. Marc was wearing a simple suit. He never got the point of dressing up fancy, though he did always try his best for his girlfriend.

Their conversation about work had ended. They were both silent for a while, eating their food, Layla listening to other people's conversations out of pure curiosity, and Marc glancing at Layla's face from time to time.

Layla then cleared her throat, looking up at Marc with a small innocent smile. "Do you know how to dance?" she asked him. The question confused Marc. He looked at her, furrowing his eyebrows. "What?" he responded, making sure if he had heard her right. Layla giggled, taking a small sip of her wine as her lipstick left a stain on the glass, "Do you know how to dance?" she repeated herself. Marc softly chuckled, shaking his head as he did so. He picked at his food, looking down at his plate. He then shrugged. "No. Not really." he told her. Layla's smile grew into a satisfied one at his response. "Hah, then that's another thing I'm better at than you are." she said, crossing her arms and leaning back on her seat. Marc snickered at that. He couldn't help but smile every time Layla turned something into a competition. It was one of his favorite things about her. "Then teach me," he responded. Layla tilted her head with a smirk, "Gladly."

They finished their food, then paid the bill and left the restaurant. Once they had reached the parking lot, Layla grabbed Marc's hand and pulled him close to her. Marc was most definitely not expecting that from her. He forced a small chuckle. "What is this?" he questioned. Layla playfully rolled her eyes, "You asked me to teach you how to dance, so I'll teach you how to dance. Right here. Right now. " she smiled. Marc laughed at that. There was no way he was doing this, especially not in public. He shook his head. "Absolutely not. What if someone sees us?" he pointed out. Layla huffed. "Then so be it! Who cares if someone sees us? Screw them." she told him, "Now put your hand on my hip." she added. Marc looked down at her hip and then back at her face. He couldn't believe Layla's confidence sometimes. He put his hand below her waist. "Happy?" he asked in an annoyed tone. Layla smiled happily. "Very." she put her hand on his shoulder and moved closer to him. She kissed his cheek before continuing.

"Just follow the rhythm..." she told him quietly, basically whispering into his ear. Now that turned Marc slightly on. But was that going to stop him from being stubborn? Of course not. He laughed, "What rhythm? Are you hallucinating?" he sarcastically asked. Layla gripped his shoulder tightly with a frown. Marc winced at the grip. "Stop being a pain in the ass. Follow my rhythm." she told him sternly. He nodded, doing as she said.

They fell in step, letting the rhythm in Layla's head control their movements. All the scenery and cars around them dissolved. It was him and her, alone. Her brown eyes glistened, and a smile spread across her beautiful face. Uncontrollable feelings surged through Marc's body, and his fingers tingled in delight. His hand brushed across Layla's cheek. His body was acting on its own, no chains to hold him back from this pure paradise. He drew her close to his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her chocolate brown locks fell over her eyes. She began to withdraw her hand to brush away her hair, but his hand clutched onto hers. He carefully laid her thin hand on his shoulder. He delicately tucked her lock behind her ear, and her brown eyes twinkled back at him in greeting.