Summary: when I'm around slow dancing in the dark
Warning: EHEUE, dancing, love, camp, fluff, peace, quiet.
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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The fire crackled low, spitting sparks into the summer night.
Most of camp had long since settled. A few stragglers murmured soft stories over tin cups, lanterns swaying in the warm breeze. Somewhere in the background, Javier plucked at a guitar string, loose and wandering, humming a slow waltz that didn’t seem to care whether anyone listened.
You leaned against a fence post, arms folded, watching the way Arthur sat — a little off to the side as always, hat low over his brow, cigarette burning down between his fingers.
The kind of quiet that settled between you two wasn’t uncomfortable.
Just… waiting.
And tonight? You were tired of waiting.
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You walked over, slow and casual, and nudged him gently with your boot.
Arthur glanced up, grunted. “What?”
You didn’t answer. Just held out a hand.
He blinked. “What the hell’s that?”
“A hand, Arthur.”
“I ain’t blind.”
“You gonna take it, or keep pretendin’ you don’t wanna dance?”
He stared at you like you’d gone mad.
You grinned.
Arthur snorted. Shook his head. “I don’t dance.”
“I don’t care.”
You stepped closer, still holding out your hand.
“I just want you to stand up and sway a little while I get to be near you.”
He stared a moment longer, and for just a second — you saw it. That little flicker in his eyes. The part of him that wanted to say yes.
“…You really are trouble,” he muttered, rising with a sigh.
But he took your hand anyway.
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You pulled him gently into the dirt by the firelight, the guitar still humming in the dark.
He moved awkwardly at first — boots heavy, steps unsure, jaw clenched like he was waiting for someone to laugh at him.
You didn’t laugh.
You just held on.
“Relax,” you whispered. “Ain’t no one watchin’ but the stars.”
“Yeah, well,” he grumbled, “stars ain’t ever seen a wolf try to dance with a fool.”
“Sure they have,” you murmured, resting your forehead to his. “They see everything.”
He chuckled — low, sheepish. You felt it in your chest like thunder made of cotton.
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And slowly, he softened.
His arms slid around your waist. His chin rested near your shoulder. You moved together, one slow step at a time, boots scuffing the dirt, hearts louder than the guitar ever could be.
The night wrapped around you both like a blanket.
And for once, Arthur let it.
He didn’t pull away.
Didn’t worry who saw.
Didn’t run from the part of himself that wanted to love you.
He just… held you. Danced. Breathed.
And when you leaned up, pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his jaw — he didn’t flinch.
He smiled.
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“Don’t go lettin’ me get used to this,” he mumbled.
You smiled back.
“Too late, cowboy.”
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