DJ: "Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please! It’s time for a moment many of us have been waiting for. Eddie and Buck, it’s your time to shine—let’s get you out on that dance floor for your first dance as a married couple!"
The room instantly erupted into applause and cheers, the sound echoing warmly under the soft golden glow of the chandeliers. Guests clinked their glasses, some whistling playfully as all eyes turned to the newlyweds. Buck and Eddie, seated at the head table, exchanged a glance that was equal parts excitement and affection.
Buck’s smile softened, his blue eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and nerves. He shifted slightly in his chair before Eddie reached for his hand, squeezing it firmly—a grounding gesture that said I’m right here. Eddie stood first, his movement calm and assured as always, and extended his hand to Buck.
Eddie (teasing, but his voice warm): "Ready to make everyone jealous?"
Buck laughed softly, taking Eddie’s hand with exaggerated flair, performing a slight bow that caused their nearby tablemates to burst into laughter.
Buck (grinning): "Anything for you, Mr. Buckley."
Eddie rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, but his gaze was tender as he replied.
Eddie: "Then lead the way, Mr. Diaz."
Together, they made their way to the center of the room, hand in hand. The applause swelled as the DJ dimmed the lights slightly, casting the dance floor in a soft, romantic glow. The space seemed to shrink, drawing everyone’s attention to the two men standing in the center, their hands still intertwined.
Scene: The Dance Floor
The DJ dimmed the lights to a soft amber hue, casting a gentle, romantic glow across the polished dance floor. The rest of the room fell into shadow, leaving Buck and Eddie in the spotlight. Guests leaned forward in their chairs, their murmurs quieting as anticipation hung thick in the air. The opening notes of “I Found” by Amber Run drifted through the speakers, the hauntingly beautiful piano intro weaving its way into the hearts of everyone present.
Buck and Eddie stepped into the center of the floor, their hands still clasped from the walk over. Eddie turned to face Buck fully, his gaze steady and reassuring, while Buck offered a small, slightly nervous smile. The two men naturally fell into place, their movements already mirroring each other before they began to dance. Eddie’s hand found its home gently at Buck’s waist, pulling him just close enough. His other hand held Buck’s firmly, grounding him. In response, Buck rested his free hand lightly on Eddie’s shoulder, the touch delicate but meaningful.
The music swelled, and their steps began—slow, deliberate, and perfectly in sync. The rhythm wasn’t rushed; it was measured and steady, as though they were savoring every moment. The intimacy of the song seemed to deepen the connection between them, creating a bubble of stillness in the room.
Eddie (softly, leaning in just enough that only Buck could hear): "You’re shaking."
Buck let out a quiet laugh, his cheeks flushing slightly.
Buck: "I’m nervous! Everyone’s watching."
Eddie tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a gentle grin. His voice, low and steady, cut through Buck’s nerves like a balm.
Eddie: "Let them watch. I’m only looking at you."
The words hit Buck with the weight of Eddie’s unwavering love, and for a moment, his breath caught. His grip on Eddie’s shoulder tightened just slightly, grounding himself in the warmth of Eddie’s presence.
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