Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

Dancing With Confidence

Author's Note: Heya! So, like...I'm not very fond of this one. It was a good idea when I had it, so I followed through with it and as I read the actual result, I'm not completely happy with it. So, I hope you guys will get more enjoyment out of this tickle fic than I did. The reason for this fic was I did Hour Game night for Virgil, Hide in the Mood, Confide in Food for Patton, then Noisy noticklefications for Logan! So this is for Roman and Thomas. Let me know if I should do some that encompass Thomas plus the dark sides or if you would like to see a fic like that in the future. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.

Dancing With Confidence

Ship: None

Words ~ 2,187 ~

Warnings: Second-hand embarrassment, Thomas is in this.

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     The picture painted in his mind was clear as day. Images had swirled around his head and quickly settled into their correct spots, until a spectacular ballroom surrounded him on all sides. "Oh...wow..." A voice whispered from behind. Turning his head, he saw his fanciful aspect spinning slowly in awe at the glorious sight in front of them. The prince giggled in glee as he danced the length of the ballroom.

     Thomas couldn't help but smile at him. "It's amazing Roman." He commented, reaching out to touch one of the towering columns that held the glass ceiling in place above them.

     "Well of course it is!" Roman jogged up to him, his cape flowing elegantly behind him. "Everything I make is amazing."

     Thomas chuckled and patted his side on the shoulder. "It sure is." He took one last look before continuing on with his thought. "So..." He began, suddenly finding himself in the costume he would be wearing for his performance as the beast. "You're helping me practice the ballroom scene...right?"

     Roman chuckled, but felt his smile falter at the lack of confidence he felt himself reflecting off of Thomas. It was true that Thomas was a little clumsy and sometimes uncoordinated, so Roman had felt it was absolutely necessary to practice this scene before the show that afternoon to avoid any mishaps. But Thomas had no one to practice with, so Roman had appointed himself to be Thomas's dance instructor for this mini-lesson of sorts. "Yes. We'll have to make due without a physical dance partner, but Logan told me that mental practice is still practice. And you have a special gift that no one else has! Why not take advantage of it?"

     Roman bowed and held out his hand towards Thomas who eventually took it. The viner took a deep breath and closed his eyes, remembering the movements he learned in his rehearsal. He let his other hand not currently occupied fall on the prince's waist. "Let's just do one cycle through the ballroom dance, okay?" Thomas's eyes snapped open at Roman's voice when he realized just how close his fanciful aspect was to him. He and Roman were in dancing position, their held hands out and raised just below eye level.

     "Okay..." Thomas felt himself beginning to second guess his abilities, but he began the fancy footwork regardless. "One, two, three." He recited in the rhythm as he lead with Roman following him perfectly. Thomas grew just a bit more comfortable after the first cycle so he decided to continue. He knew the steps, the patterns, and every move that went into this dance, but he just didn't trust himself enough to perform it correctly. He was sure he would be the first one to mess up and fall. Then, he would have a chuckling Roman catching him just before he hit the floor. But to his surprise, it was Roman who got a case of two left feet first.

     Thomas didn't recognize Roman had tripped. It seemed like he was trying to do something to show off, until his weight was ripped from his hands and he had collapsed to the floor in classic princey dramatic fashion. Roman gave a little shriek as he fell directly onto his side, the sheath of his sword clanging against the marble floor.