Dancing Through The Kitchen With You

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Stupid..fluff...urges. Yes, I used google translate.

Prompt: 'Person A and Person B dancing in the kitchen at 2 a.m'

Prinxiety (I'm in a prinxiety mood today)

Just, sprinkle some light angst here-

Roman raked his fingers through his hair, he needed this project done by the end of the week. He checked the time.

 1:49 am.

He supposed getting another coffee wouldn't hurt. He crept downstairs and flicked on the light. To his surprise and embarrassment, his boyfriend Virgil was grumpily lying on the arm of the sofa.

"The LIGHt it BlIndS Me-" Virgil shrieked, as Roman chuckled softly and put his mug under the coffee machine. Virgil sat up at the sound of the coffee maker spluttering out coffee.

"What are you doing up at this hour anyway?" Virgil asked, his gaze following Roman.

"Ah, just finishing my script, mi amour!"

Virgil sighed and said, "You should get some sleep."

"Says the insomniac."

Virgil rolled his eyes and got up. 

"C'mon. Let's de-stress." Virgil said, a smile playing on his lips.

He pulled Roman into a slow dance. Roman gave a squawk of surprise before turning tomato red. 

Eventually, Roman went with it, grinning and laughing while in the slow dance.

"Nunca te puse por el tipo de baile." Roman said, smirking.

Virgil snorted, "You know I don't understand Spanish."

Roman gave Virgil a quick kiss on the lips

"Gracias, mi amour." 

Virgil smiled, picking up what Roman meant with the simple Spanish words.

"Of course."


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