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ben cook [request] || it's just a joke

[your username is beautiful. this is kinda crappy, but i mean it's cute ?]

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MUSHROOMPOWERCAT
[BEN COOK]

"teach me how to do that."

ben ceased from continuing to spin on his toes and looked at me in the mirror. his eyebrows furrowed together and his lips parted slightly, a completely clueless look sweeping over his face.

"what?" his head tilted to the side as he turned to face me.

"teach me how to do that," i stood from the floor and planted my hands on my hips, "i want to know how you do it."

ben laughed lightly, his head shaking back and forth, "if you really want me to."

"i do," i stood next to him and awaited some sort of instruction.

he glanced at my feet, which were clad in a pair of converse. "take those off."

i nodded and slipped the shoes from my feet, kicking them off to the side. ben dropped to the floor and began stretching his legs, informing me to do so, too. i followed the steps he took, struggling at some parts where he could fully split himself into two. but i did the best that i could, and enjoyed the routine.

when we were finished with the stretches, ben pulled us off the ground. he began explaining how to appropriately set my arms for the spin. though i tried my best to stay concentrated, it was hard to focus with him as my teacher. simply because of the way his eyes lit up as he spoke about dancing, and the way his hair flopped when he spun, his muscles straining as he held his arms out.

ben ceased from turning again and looked towards me, "you get it?"

i blew out a big puff of air and shrugged. "not really."

ben laughed and latched a hand around my wrist. he pulled me in front of him, his fingers grasping my other hand and stretching the limbs out from my body. i could feel my cheeks turn a profusely red color and my stomach twist in nerve. ben stepped in front of me and leaned down to adjust the width of my feet. i stares straight ahead, my eyes wide and sweat beginning to pool at my fingertips.

ben backed up slightly and took a glance at the work he'd done. "your form looks good. now you just have to turn."

i huffed and shook my head, "i'm going to fail real bad."

"you'll do fine, calm down."

i rolled my eyes and watched again as ben showed me how to turn. he waved a hand at him to go for it, but i didn't. ben grinned at me in anticipation, nodding his head occasionally. i but my lip harshly and followed the steps he'd shown me.

it wasn't amazing. my feet wobbled and i almost fell halfway through the turn. but i made a complete three-sixty and landed in an almost perfect form. ben clapped wildly for me, his smile somehow growing.

"see? i told you you'd get it!" ben exclaimed, "now, let's fix some things."

we spent the next half-hour working on the turn, though it did not benefit either of us. he was patient and kind throughout the process, encouraging me when i spoke negatively and straightening my slumped postures.

when i seemed to be ready to do a full turn, ben backed away to allow me to. i went for it, but lost my balance and had to cease from a complete spin. ben sighed and grabbed me by my hand.

"what're you doing?" i flushed.

"i'm going to help you turn." he explained, moving his other hand to my waist.

i set my feet shoulder width apart, and, though my knees were shaking, set myself for the twirl. ben helped me through it, and i cheered loudly when it was over. he clapped along with me, hugging me tightly when i lunged at him.

"let's do it again!" i grabbed his hand and threw the limbs into the air. ben went to turn me, but tripped from my forceful tug, and sent us falling to the ground.

he landed on top of me, his hands planted on either side of my head. i gasped loudly, my chest heaving against his when we were down. ben didn't laugh or smile or do anything to move himself off of me. he simply stared at me, a type of admirable look crossing his face.

"ben?" i murmured, feeling his fingers curl around my chin. my breath hitched and i shivered as he brought my lips to his.

he slowly pulled us off the ground, our lips never disconnecting. ben wrapped his arms around me, pulling me almost entirely on top of his lap. i slid my arms across his neck and grinned widely into the kiss.

we slowly pulled away, hesitant to let go of the moment. ben spoke first, his breathing scattered and heavy, "you're much better at kissing than you are dancing."

i slapped him across the chest and pushed myself off of him. "shut up!"

he laughed at my actions, muttering, "it's just a joke," as he caught my lips again.