Accelerated [Madara Uchiha X Reader]

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【ＤＡＮＣＥ ㄧ ダンス】

You take yet another sip from your cocktail, the alcohol willing to take you over by every new one. For the past three minutes you and Madara have been engaged in a conversation; just small talk, but the fact an attractive man is eager to talk to you has screamed the word "progress" when it comes to flirting; and you sure as hell want to win him over. Maybe a phone number, maybe a kiss; the alcohol in your blood even makes you think beyond that, and yes, it is quite the pleasant thought.

"I've never seen you before, did you just move to Konoha?" You strike up yet another topic, interested in his whereabouts. He chuckles, an intriguing smirk on his lips.

"I've been living in Konoha for almost my entire life; I'm usually just not the most outgoing person. This party is a pure exception on my side." His answer leaves your mouth open, and Madara sees that as his cue to make a short interrogation: he's amused by your presence, you're truly interesting in many ways, and there's that knowing glimmer in his eyes—he's sure to be of even more of surprise to you in the later events.

"What about you? How long have you been in Konoha?" You blink and take your glass, slurping the remains of your drink down through help of the straw.

"Same as you—I was born here, and as you can see I am still here."

"Well, I hope you will stay in our lovely Konoha for a little while longer then; I don't plan on leaving yet," he says with a smug smile; his elbows press against the table, and he lifts himself up the bar stool. You look at him confused: wasn't his last statement to not leave? Suddenly, he extends a hand to you, and—still perplexed—take it.

"How about some nice dancing? I've heard quite a lot from you, now I want to see." At that you blush and can only think "either!" about him. You let Madara guide you to the dance floor,your knees feeling like jell-o to you second by second; the realization has been delayed by the alcohol: you can't dance. Sure, there were these dance classes you attended with your friends, and you actually made it to Gold Star 1, but that is not quite the guarantee for dancing abilities. You release a cough and stop, making him look at you.

"I am not a good dancer," you mumble, and you catch him smirking.

"Who said I am? You should watch your feet," he states and his smirk spreads further as the music changes to a slower song; this relieved you on the feet part, but Madara shows no boundaries: his next sentence leaves you breathless.

"And also your lips."

You never in your life wanted to dance more.