Fluff One Shots // Smut One Shots

May I have this dance? (sensual)

The music from the speaker behind you hummed a beautiful tune. A twisted knot formed in your gut. You loved everything here, loved every bit of this evening. But without a date for the night, this dance only seemed to be increasing your heartache.

From the corner of your eyes, you see him. That stupid heart throb of yours. He was yours and you were his. But that was that. Neither of you made a move. You maintained your distance from him and went to get yourself a drink from the bar. 

"A Champagne please." You smile at the bartender.

"And what is a lovely lady doing here, drinking alone?"

You make eye contect with him again. Oh God, not him. What's he doing here anyway? Go away please

"What a beautiful gentleman cannot do. Minding her business." You reply curtly, taking a sip.

The music from the background fades. The next dance would start soon. 

"Oh well, someone is having a very hard time hm?" He sings to annoy you, resting his elbows on the counter. His tuxedo complimenting his muscular frame.

"Listen why don't you just go and dance and leave me alone in peace?"

"That, is exactly why I am here."

You roll your eyes and finish your drink.

"Good, now leave." You get up and turn around to go to the other end of the dance floor.

He grabs your wrist gently and leaves it as soon as he held it. You looked at him with rage in your eyes. He raises the insides of his eyebrows up and pleads with them to listen to him.

"May I have this dance? Please?" Your lips part in disbelief. Your eyes follow his right hand, which rises from his torso to right in front of you. The thumb raised, waiting for your fingers to settle below it. There is no use denying him, you've known him enough for that.

You look at his hazel eyes, back to his hand, sigh, and slip your left hand in his. 

"Just one." 

His face lights up, and his lips part in a huge, warm smile.

"Okay, darling." His voice, sweet as nectar filled with enthusiasm.

He leads you to the center of the dance floor, smiling with all his heart. He places your left hand on his shoulder and brushes past the underside of your forearm, triceps, on your shoulder, behind your back to finally rest his hand on your waist. Locking palms with him, you face his eyes again, gleaming with a pure aura, like he'd rather always be here like this than anywhere in the world. Funny you'd wish that 

A soft tune fills the atmosphere. You start following his lead and merge with other dancing couples to move counter-clock wise on the floor. As the follow, you decide to keep maximum distance between both of you. Four moves later, all rationality left you and you found yourself pressing hard against his frame. 

His grip on your hand firms till your right hand bends backward from the wrist. Too embarassed, you decide that his chest was a better to look at. You were growing increasingly aware of the distance between the two of you. His perfume flooded your senses and you wrap your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

You feel his hot breath against your ear as he whispers, "Shall we move out?"

You simply nod and let him take you to a wide balcony. The crisp, cool air of the night cools you off. You feel free and much more relaxed now. You could see the whole dance floor from here but this section remained hidden. Your back was against the wall when you felt his hands again on your waist. You took a sharp breath as he placed his lips against your neck. He picked you up and placed you on a ledge, your back still against the wall.

"Wha-what are you doing?" You moan as he places his hand on the insides of your thighs, pushing them while kissing your neck.

"What spring does with the cherry trees." He replies with a smirk, sucking near your collar bone lightly.

You wince at how easily he can win you. He knew Neruda was your favourite and using his stuff on you was striking the cord. But right now, you couldn't care any less, you push your hand in his hair and pull them.

He continues marking you, making you all hot and bothered. He stops to look at your moonlit face, the soft winds playing with the few loose strands of your hair.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers and kisses you softly, his hand below your chin, pulling you onto him. You wrap your legs around his sturdy frame and arms around his neck, intensifying the kiss with your hungry passion.

He lets out a soft giggle at your feral position and kisses you again with much more force, making you hit the wall behind. His hands find their way from the inside of your dress to your back, making you moan and pull him closer to you. He starts rubbing the outsides of your thigh with one hand and the other he places on your lower back.

You let out a whimper and he eats it up by kissing you harder. He tilts your head to the side and opens his mouth to enter yours. He licks your lips with the tip of your tongues, first the upper lip and then forwards his attention to the lower. His tongue runs in circles till a shiny, wet layer of moist covers your lips. The tickling from the treatment makes you impatient and you push his head from the back and enter his mouth. He dominates you as soon as you enter, pushing your tongue back and making sure it remains at the bottom. The hand on your thigh has moved inside, and is creating heat with the insides.

You rock your hips subtly and moan, this night is becoming too much to bear. He strokes your hair and kisses below your ear before biting your ear lobe softly.

"You want to take this to somewhere private?" He asks as he unzips your dress slightly.

You shake your head in a yes as soon as those words left his lips. He zips your dress back and fixes you a little so that you can cross the hall with dignity. He tells you about a room upstairs and asks you to lead. You chuckle to yourself at the possibilities of tonight.

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Heyyyyy! This was slightly longer but what can I say :P anyway, do tell me how you found it!