Dan Howell Imagines ••

Dinner Dancing

Basically you still have some nerves because you guys have been together only for  5 months. Fluffy! ^•^
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You were prepping late dinner as Dan came home from the the radio show. Before he left you were mindlessly searching for fun and easy meals to cook. It was a matter of time after Dan had left and you got inspired to try something new.
"Mmm... That smells amazing," your boyfriend, Dan said from behind, grabbing your waist. "What is it?"
"Tuscan style cannellini and kale soup," you said confidently. Dan's face turned to skepticism. "Sounds a little too healthy for me," he said, turning around to get a glass of water. You ignored his sour remark and just roll your eyes knowing he'd enjoy it nonetheless. You continued to stir, watching the bubbles come up from the soup's surface.
Dan was in the midst of pouring a cup of water as your favorite song comes up on Pandora. You start to sway your hips cheerfully as you continue to stir the stew and Dan starts to notice. He goes to the counter, puts down his glass and turns up the volume.
He starts to snap his fingers and dances obnoxiously along with the music in front of you, disturbing your cooking craft. Embarrassed to see that he's paying attention to your dancing, you stop and blush, putting a palm to your face. Dancing wasn't something you were fond of doing around others, especially not your boyfriend; it was truly cringe worthy.
"No, c'mon! Let loose!," Dan yells at the top of his lungs. You laugh, he always makes you feel better about yourself.
"Fine," you say giving in. You put the leidel down and let the stew simmer on it's own to join Dan in the living room.
Dan takes your hand in his, guiding you gracefully to the dance floor also known as the living room carpet. You start to grow more comfortable being a unskilled dancer around Dan and the beat of the music increases. This was something that you'd never really done with anyone else, but you were having the time of your life.
Dan twirled you underneath him, and you would stretch your arm out far, still holding on to his hand and then bounced back to be held close in his arms. Being in his arms felt like heaven, almost as if that was all he was made of.
"You're a very interesting dancer," he commented as the music died down.
"Thanks, my terrible coordination adds to it," you said, turning around to face him.
"Well, that makes two of us," he laughed.
"Definitely...," you said, trailing off into the distance.
You weren't aware that you were staring down at his lips, or the fact that you started to bite on your own. But then he leans down, holding you at the nape of your neck, pulling you close and‒ the pot whistles.
"I-I better go get that," You say out of nervousness as you quickly untangle from his embrace. It was only then you clearly realized what was going on.
"Wait," Dan said. He took a tight grip at your forearm to stop you from going any further as you found yourself close to him again, placing his lips on yours, making your head spin again in a frenzy of pure lust and rapture.
When he let go he said, "I hope you dance like that with me all the time."

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Any embarrassing / funny stories about you dancing?
I've completely fallen up the stairs  dancing around before. Many times. Ok, yesterday