Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

~Dancing~

A/N Another short story cuz.... idk but here it is!! Even though is shit I still brought it to y'all enjoy it or wtvs.

"Okay, Boss, remember you gotta start with your weight on your left foot," Millie was instructing. "And pay attention to the caller. You don't wanna go down at a Harvest Moon Hoe-Down. Ain't nobody worried about getting their boots bloody around here."

"Yeah, I got it, Millie. I think I can handle this honky tonk bullshit."

"You've already got the boots for it," Moxxie replied with a smug look.

"Hey, whattya know, you're right!" Blitz exclaimed, holding a foot up. "Never even thought about that."

Moxxie looked disappointed at his insult's failure to land, joining Millie as the band started warming up.

"You sure you don't wanna go over the calls again, Blitz?"

Blitz waved Millie away.

"I got it already. Go have fun and try to keep Moxxie out of trouble."

He winked at her as she moved away, Moxxie pulling her along faster.

"Isn't this just thrilling, Blitzy?"

Blitz groaned at the sound of Stolas' voice as he took up the spot next to him.

"You come here every year. How is this new to you?"

"Well, I've never danced before. I'm usually presiding."

Imps were staring at Stolas in surprise as they moved around him, giving him a wide berth.

"Don't like mingling with the peasants?"

"It's not appropriate, but, well, I've had a tendency to do a lot of inappropriate things lately."

He put a hand to his chest as he leaned down to smirk directly in Blitz's face. He rolled his eyes and turned to face the front as people started taking their formations.

"You have someone give you the rundown or am I gonna end up tangled in those daddy long legs as usual?"

Stolas hid a small laugh behind his hand.

"I attend balls with far more complex dance steps. I believe I'm quite capable of taking simple direction."

Blitz shrugged with a look of amusement.

"Suit yourself. Good luck."

As the dance started, Blitz tried to keep his focus on his feet. It wasn't as easy as Stolas made it out to be and part of him wanted to see the royal fail at this redneck shit. He spared a glance or two in Stolas' direction to make sure he didn't actually end up getting taken down with him if he tripped.

Much to his ire, Stolas performed the steps he did get much smoother than he was himself. There were a few less direct calls that were lost on him, but he seemed to pick them up once he'd seen the rest of dancers do it once. Blitz felt the competitive buzz already worked up from hearing about the Pain Games take hold of him.

He upped his game, trying to add some more flair to the moves, drawing from the kind of dancing he did at clubs in the city. That seemed to have caught Stolas' eye and he grinned, doing a bit of the same. He added in more elegant motions as he stepped and slid. Every turn seemed to bring him just close enough to brush his tail across Blitz's legs.

Trying to throw him off, huh? Blitz wouldn't back down that easy. He slid closer if anything until they were almost right on top of each other as they moved, Blitz in front of Stolas just enough to keep them from tripping. For a while.

Eventually, Blitz managed to trip over his own toe and almost went down. Stolas caught him by the hand and spun him like a top before pulling him in close. His other hand went around his waist as he used it to guide him back into the steps. After a bit of stumbling along, Blitz managed to get into the flow of this impromptu partnered version of a line dance.

He felt a little light on his feet as Stolas took the lead, guiding him with gentle pressure here and there, never pulling or dragging. He made it so they flowed together like water. Blitz was so impressed that he forgot to be pissed off that he'd effectively lost this dance off for the moment.

When they came to a stop, Stolas turning Blitz on his toes one more time, there was a strange roar in his ears. It took him a moment to realize it was the whooping and cheering of wrath imps all around them. Oh, right, the rest of the whole fuckin ring.

"All right, you win," Blitz huffed, pushing at Stolas's arms and extracting himself.

"Were we competing?" Stolas asked innocently.

Blitz fumed. He wouldn't even acknowledge him as competition? Pompous ass. Had to be good at everything. Stolas looked confused now. He reached out to touch his shoulder, but he jerked away.

"I gotta get ready for the Pain Games," he stated, puffing up a bit. "Why don't you get back to your presiding?"

He stomped off as Millie and Moxxie approached, watching in curiosity as he pushed by them. Stolas just watched him go, looking lost as imps milled about him.