rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

s. wilson + first time dancing

"what's my beautiful girl all nervous for?"

you let out a little whimper, bringing the curve above your nose into sam's neck, where it fits perfectly. "not a good dancer, sammy." you squeeze him.

his broad hands slide from the bottom of your ribcage to cup your hips, which you've been trying to sway back and forth in a way that matches the smooth pulses of the music and the easy confidence of your boyfriend. "i have to disagree," he chuckles heartily, pulling you close for a second.

you gasp when sam takes your hand to spin you in a quick circle, but you can't hold back a smile at the pretty way your skirt floats and twirls. "why do i feel like everyone's looking at me?" you ask, easily returning to the protective cage of his arms.

his thumb gently caresses your cheek. "they're not. you're a natural, sugar."

you drop your heated face back into his shoulder. he has so many sweet names for you, and every single one of them sends your head spinning.

"they shouldn't be lookin' at you anyway," he murmurs. you break into giggles when he pinches your waist. "you're mine."