Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

10

It was the birthday party of the Republic Leader, and the ballroom was filled with the soft strains of music, as guests danced and mingled. Pavel was standing by the refreshment table, engaged in a conversation with a few fellow officers, when suddenly the music stopped.

"Yo DJ, put some music on!" Pooh's voice boomed through the speakers, breaking the serene atmosphere. The DJ quickly switched tracks, and the energetic beat of "Party Animal" filled the room.

Pooh, with a mic in hand, sauntered over to where Pavel was standing. Pavel turned, his eyes widening as he saw Pooh approaching with a smug smile plastered on his face.

"Mr. Pavel Phoom," Pooh announced into the mic, drawing the attention of everyone around, "would you like to dance with me?"

Pavel almost choked on his drink, coughing as he set his glass down and turned fully to face Pooh. The room went silent, all eyes on them.

"Come on, Pavel," Pooh said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the dance floor. "Let's show everyone how it's done."

Before Pavel could protest, Pooh dragged him into the center of the ballroom. The crowd parted, giving them space. Pooh pulled Pavel close, one hand firmly on his waist. Pavel's hands, almost instinctively, landed on Pooh's chest. He could feel the strong, rhythmic beat of Pooh's heart under his palms.

"Pooh, what are you doing?" Pavel whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

Pooh leaned in, his breath warm against Pavel's ear. "Let's have some fun," he murmured, his tone both playful and commanding.

Pavel gulped, his heart racing. He could feel the eyes of their colleagues on them, but there was something intoxicating about Pooh's confidence. The music pulsed around them, and Pooh began to move, guiding Pavel with surprising grace.

"Relax, Pavel," Pooh said, his voice low and soothing. "Just follow my lead."

Pavel tried to steady his breathing, focusing on the rhythm of the music and Pooh's movements. They spun and swayed, and despite himself, Pavel found his body responding to the beat, matching Pooh's steps.

The crowd began to cheer and clap, the tension of the initial surprise melting into excitement. Pavel's cheeks burned, but he couldn't deny that Pooh was a skilled dancer, leading him effortlessly around the floor.

"See?" Pooh whispered, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "It's not so bad, is it?"

Pavel looked up into Pooh's eyes, finding them sparkling with mischief and something else he couldn't quite place. "You're crazy," Pavel said, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips.

"Maybe," Pooh replied with a chuckle. "But you can't say you're not having fun."

As the song reached its crescendo, Pooh spun Pavel out and then pulled him back in, their bodies close. The room erupted in applause, and for a moment, Pavel forgot about the tension between them, lost in the exhilaration of the dance.

As the music faded, Pooh released him, stepping back with a bow. "Thank you for the dance, Mr. Pavel Phoom," he said into the mic, his tone mockingly formal.

Pavel shook his head, unable to suppress a smile. "You're  a something , Pooh."

Pooh winked, handing the mic back to the DJ. "And don't you forget it."