Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

Snow Day

Summary: You have a delightful snow day in the ballet studio with Obi Wan. (Modern! AU)

A/N: No One fucking asked for this! So some of y'all may know that I'm a ballet dancer and I just really wanted to combine that with my writing even if like no one is gonna read it. This is based on a snow day I had in my studio and no one was there, it was amazing! Also this was super fucking hard to write with out using proper ballet terms, I did my best! The choreography at the end is from the ballet Sleeping Beauty and I will a video so you guys have a visual reference for whats going on, it starts at about 4:42. Hope y'all like this!

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: None!

The snow flurried down from the early morning sky and gently kissed the window panes of the studio. You watched it with awe as you finished stretching on the barre. With your leg propped up on top of the metal pole, you stretched your arm over your head, reaching for your pointed toes. You felt your quads ache with the stretch, as if they were waking themselves up in anticipation for dancing. You allowed your music to flow around you, drowning out your body's complaints to the stretch. A splendid playlist of Tchaikovsky, Stravinsky, and Adam filled the empty brick room.

You had been unable to believe your luck when you arrived at the snow covered studio that morning. The only other occupant was the receptionist, who had informed you that you had the space completely to yourself. Wasting no time, you had rushed over to the practice room, intending to make the most of your snow day.

As you removed your leg from the barre, you stretched your arms above your head, attempting to relive some of the remaining tension. You walked over to the corner of the room where your dance bag lay and plopped yourself down on the hard Marley floor. You reached into the bag and pulled out your pointe shoes, along with the supplies you needed to prepare your feet for their torture. After putting them on, you rose to your feet and attempted to fully stand on the  shoe, letting your feet grow accustomed to the sensation of extreme weight on your toes.

Finally, the time had arrived for your favorite part of any dance practice, the actual dancing. You scurried out into the middle of the floor as waltz of the flowers played. You had no specific choreography in mind, you simply intended to let the music lead your movements. As the melody moved, so did you, swaying and turning, balancing and leaping. With precise, graceful movements you danced across the floor, simply letting muscle memory take control. From an outsider's perspective, your actions would look flowy and light, but as any dancer can tell you it takes an abundance of control to uphold that appearance. Each of your muscles, from the tips of your fingers all the way down to your toes, engaged themselves in your dance. With spine elongated and core engaged, you twirled around the room in quick little movements, keeping your eye on a picture on the wall to help keep you in straight line.

As you spun around, you noticed someone out of the corner of your eye coming through the doorway. You ceased your spinning and glanced down at your hands, a nice trick to quickly stop dizziness. You looked up at the doorway again and smiled when you saw your loving boyfriend.

"By all means, don't stop on my account." You smiled at Obi Wan with pure adoration in your eyes. He held two coffees in his hands.

"How did you know I'd be here?" You asked, moving forward to take one of the coffees.

"I simply asked myself where you would go with free time on a snow day, and the studio came to mind." You wrapped your arms around his middle, careful of the drinks.

"You know me so well." You said into the fabric on his soft sweater.

You felt him place a tender kiss to the top of your head, the gentle brush of his lips against your forehead contrasted with the harsh winter landscape outside the studio. "That I do darling." You pulled back and took a sip of your drink, staring out at the snowy street below as you did. You marveled at the way the snow seemed to make everything inside the studio brighter.

"How long have I been here?" You asked, unsure of the time. It does seem to slip away as one dances.

"About an hour and a half I believe."

"Goodness, I completely lost track of time."

"Well darling, with weather like this I doubt you have anywhere else you need to be." You went to place your coffee down next to your bag.

"While I have you here, I want to try something." Obi Wan raised an eyebrow at you questioningly, waiting for you to continue.

You absentmindedly pointed your toes one at a time, extending you sure to be bruised toes. "Are you familiar with the rose adage?"

"I don't believe so." He said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Well, it's a scene from the ballet sleeping beauty. It's super famous, the dancer playing the sleeping beauty has to balance in an attitude as four different dancers turn her. It's really hard."

Obi Wan gave you a knowing smile. "And you want to try it?"

You nodded. "And I want to try it."

He placed his coffee down on the floor. "And what exactly is an attitude?"

"It's like an arabesque." You could tell your words held no recognition in them for Obi Wan.

"So and arabesque is like this." You said. Standing on the tip of your pointe shoe, you raised one leg behind you to about 90 degrees high, perfectly straight and pointed. Raising your arms above your head, you did your best to keep all your muscles engaged. Your quad and lower back screamed with the effort. "And this is an attitude." You slightly bent the knee of your raised leg.

"And what do you need me to do darling?" You always felt butterflies erupt in you when he called you darling.

You came back down to the floor and let your body relax "I need you to hold my hand and slowly walk in a circle, we're gonna do it four times. When I tell you, I'll let go for a moment and balance on my own before the next turn. Ready?"

He walked towards you and offered you his hand. "Always." Once again, you raised yourself up onto the tip of your pointe shoe and extended your slightly bent leg.

"Ok, you can walk now." So with your hand atop his, Obi Wan slowly walked around you in a circle, watching closely as you gently turned on the tip of your shoe. When he reached his original spot, you did your best to center yourself before taking your hand off of his. As you balanced for a moment, you noticed that the snow illuminated Obi Wan's face in a bright light, the same way it had the room, highlighting all his features and making his beautiful blue eyes stand out.

You placed your hand back in his, and he walked around you again. "I suppose, if you are dancing the role of sleeping beauty, then that makes you my princess."

You snorted and almost lost your balance. "Oh man, that was horrible." Removing your hand from his again, you balanced on your own. You could feel your legs begin to shake with the effort it took to keep them active.

Obi Wan looked slightly offended. "I thought that was pretty good." You took his hand again and he slowly spun you.

"Not your best." You balanced again, feeling like you would collapse any moment. "Last one," You muttered more to yourself than to Obi. The two of you repeated your steps again, and on the last balance you stretched out your arms and smiled to a nonexistent audience before bringing both feet down to the ground and finishing with a quick double peroiet.

You let out a deep breath that you didn't even realize you had been holding in. Turning, you wrapped your arms around Obi again. You could barely suppress the grin that spread across your face.

"We just completed one of the most iconic scenes in ballet!"

He chuckled at you. "I hope you know that you are completely drenched in sweat." You pulled back from him and gave him a pout.

"Way to ruin the moment." You flashed him a quick smirk to show that you really weren't that upset before you ran over to your dance bag. Once again, you sat yourself down and removed your pointe shoes, relief flooding over your sore feet as soon as you took them off. You flexed them a few times to expel the ache before slipping on your regular shoes. "I really should do a cool down but I just want to go home and shower."

Obi Wan picked up your bag and coffee before helping you up.

"Whatever you desire darling, it's your snow day." So hand in hand with your prince, you left the studio and walked out in the snow covered wonderland of the outside.