Slowdance | Sam x Reader / Matthew x Reader

Slowdance // Oneshot

Some background to the situation:

You're engaged to Matthew! (Yay!) But he's gotten more and more possessive as months have passed. You have also noticed Sam's behaviour around you begin to change. You figure he has a bit of a crush on you, but don't think much of it -- why humiliate the poor guy? Crushes are rough, especially if it's on your brother's fiancée. 

James has invited you all to the annual Anderson Toy Company Christmas party (though, really, 'party' is a bit of an understatement -- it's more like a ball). Fairy lights, mulled wine, and dancing through to the midnight hour...what could possibly go wrong?

Slowdance

You step out of the car into the sharp December air and watch your breath swirl out of your mouth in small clouds. You pull your coat more tightly around you to stave off the chill, though you needn't worry; being the grandkid of the founder of Anderson's Toy Company means you get certain parking privileges. 

"Are you cold?"

You turn at the sound of your fiancé's voice by your ear, and smile. 

"It's brisk tonight, huh?" You link your arm through his. "I'm okay Matthew, don't worry. Let's just get inside."

He flashes you his toothy grin and plants a kiss on your cheek before you head inside. This is the Matthew you knew -- a little goofy, awfully sweet, and always by your side. Recently though, things had been changing. Matthew was suspicious of anyone who so much as glanced at you; afraid they would try to 'steal' you from him, afraid you would fall in love with someone else, afraid afraid afraid. No matter how many times you tried to explain to him that you couldn't be stolen (for one thing, you had once snapped rather haughtily, you were not an object that anyone 'possessed', so 'stealing' you was impossible) and that you loved him more than you could possibly describe, Matthew remained paranoid. Even now, with your arm twined in his, his grip was just that bit tighter than it needed to be. 

It didn't help that Sam had been a little bit too friendly with you as of late. At first you weren't sure if it was just your imagination, but he seemed to blush every time he spoke to you, or laugh too hard at a shitty joke you made; once or twice, you had even caught him staring, much to his horror. It didn't take Matthew long to pick up on Sam's little crush on you. Things had been...tense. 

You shook yourself from your thoughts. This was a Christmas party! All you had to focus on tonight was stuffing your face with James's expensive cakes and dancing your heart out. Things would settle down eventually, you were sure of it. Sam would get over his crush, Matthew would relax once you were married, and you would all have your happily ever afters.

The ballroom takes your breath away. Candlelight blooms from every direction, fairy lights are strung across the ceiling, and the smell of warm food wafts across the hall. There are large round tables covered in white tablecloths hugging the fringes of the room, leaving space for the sweeping dance floor in the middle of the room. People are already twirling about in pairs to the romantic, festive music floating down from invisible speakers. A giant Christmas tree sits in the centre of the floor, glittering like a collage of emeralds and rubies. 

"Wow," Matthew breathes. "James doesn't hold back, does he?"

You laugh. "Does he just spend the entire company's profit on parties?"

"I think he actually might."

"[Y/N]! Matthew! I'm so glad you could make it!" 

You spot James making his way towards you. His cheeks seem a little rosy, from wine or from dancing, you're not sure. You beam at him.