Scomiche One Shots

Partner

AHH! Maybe, finally, my writer's block is over? This is incredibly short but I'm just so glad that I finally was able to write something so I hope you guys enjoy this! It's just fluffy.

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"Partner up!" The instructor says sweetly.

Mitch risks a glance around the room. Most people have somehow already formed pairs, it seems. He chews at his lip, moving away from his corner to search for someone to dance with him.

Unfortunately, it seems most of the girls have paired off with each other or the handsome men who are in the class. Mitch almost curses himself for not having brought Kirstie along. She'd have been his partner, for sure.

He takes a deep breath, glancing over at the group of men stood awkwardly unpaired. He has no problem dancing with one of these hunks, but none of them will make eye contact with him and he almost sighs. He never should've taken this class.

Mitch is about to brave the crowd and ask one of the guys to be his partner when he feels a light tap on his shoulder. His movements falter, his head turning to meet who has tapped him, his breath escaping him as he meets pretty, blue eyes.

"Hi," the man says with a gentle smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to be my partner?"

Fuck. Mitch thinks he's probably landed the most gorgeous man in this room. His hair looks absolutely soft, swooping back. His eyes are gentle, a light blue that is simultaneously so deep, and the lines at the corners tell of years of laughter, joy. Mitch's eyes travel down his nose, where freckles have settled so cutely, the faint pink on his cheeks, the gingery scruff atop a perfect cupid's bow and pinkened lips.

Mitch realizes he's staring, flicks his eyes back up to meet the stranger's blue ones. He can sense the slight smirk and it makes his own cheeks flame red. He nods, "I'd love to." And then a hand is being held out and he doesn't even hesitate to grab it and let the blonde beauty lead him toward the other pairs.

"I'm Scott, by the way." He says quietly, spinning around and placing his hands in the proper position on Mitch's body, on his hip. Mitch can only blush and look down at their feet.

"Mitch," he murmurs. He settles his hand on Scott's shoulder, entwining his other with Scott's.

"Thank you for being my dance partner," he says sweetly.

Mitch smiles, peering up at Scott through his lashes for a moment.

"It's my pleasure," he says smoothly. Then his smile widens, his head tilting so he can look at Scott fully. "Just please don't step on my feet."

Scott laughs at that, a sweet melodic laugh that makes his eyes crinkle up and the hand on Mitch's hip tighten its grip. Mitch giggles.

"I'll do my best, Mitch."

Mitch beams, "thank you, Scott."