Dr. Mareue

AgentOfPeace Industries Presents:

An Agent!Henry x F!Reader fic

Smooth Criminal

The ballroom was a blur of dresses, suits, and masks. The musical melody filled the air and drowned out any conversation between guests. A sort of secrecy was birthed from the noise. Eyes of different colors and hues glanced amongst one another as dresses and suits of the same variety danced around with the music. With eyes of freshly baked brownies, a man wearing a suit the color of deep velvet green watched you sway to and fro as you smiled and laughed and spoke to your fellow dancers. You were so bright and bubbly compared to his stoic and silent demeanor. It was no wonder you had his attention so quickly. Eventually, the dance finished, and you curtsied to your dancing partner before making your way to the sidelines of the dance floor. He watched as you waved off an invitation to dance and headed to the snack table.

You were tired and wanted to catch your breath. You stopped by the end of the table that held the punch bowl and other assorted drinks. You poured yourself a cup and stepped aside for the other guests as you took a sip. You allowed yourself to slowly meander through the snacks, grabbing a small plate and picking at whatever caught your eye. After reaching the end of the table, you looked for a place to sit, only to be disappointed at all the occupied chairs. So, instead, you took your place against the wall and picked at your plate. You watched your surroundings with a small smile on your face.

Once finished, you tossed your plate into a nearby trashcan and looked back out to the dance floor. Just when you decided you were ready to dance once more, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You took pause as you glanced over your shoulder at the man who just tapped you. You were quite taken aback by his mask.

Compared to the simple half mask everyone wore, he wore a full face mask, leaving only his eyes visible. The black mask wore a kind expression with full lips and a narrow set nose. The top of the mask looked like the wavy lip of one of those fancy vases. There were lines and swirls in a metallic green, the same shade the suit was in that flowed from the forehead down to the cheeks of the mask and formed the eyebrows in the same pattern. The pattern looped underneath the eye holes as if to gently cup the mask's cheeks.

Sat atop the man's head was a frilly crown of fabric the color of charcoal. Lines of neon green lined the ends of the frills, giving a semi-glow despite the well lit ballroom. Somehow, you could tell this man was handsome just from the energy he seemed to exude. The very sight of the man caught your breath and had you floored. You only came out of your trance after movement caught your eye. The man in front of you extended out a gloved hand in a silent gesture to take the next dance with you. A soft smile graced your lips as you gently placed your own gloved hand in his.

With one gentle tug, the man was pulling you out to the dance floor, where a slow song began to play. Many dancers were making their way off the floor as couples started to take their place. You couldn't help the flush in your cheeks at the realization. You began to open your mouth to speak to your new dance partner when, suddenly, his hand tugged yours harshly. You gasped and struggled to step towards the harsh movement, landing perfectly in the man's embrace. His right hand perfectly cupped the curve of your waist as his left hand shifted its hold on your own, giving the back of your hand a single, gentle rub of his thumb. You were sure your cheeks resembled tomatoes as your gaze shifted from your entwined hands to his eyes, seemingly rooted to the spot by the intensity of his stare. You barely had time to process the moment before he was leading you through the dance.

You stumbled at first. You looked down at your feet from instinct to prevent yourself from falling. You felt your dance partner's hand slip from your own and gently lift your chin with a crooked finger. His eyes studied your own, the intensity now showing his curiosity and mirth. His head tilted in a way as if to silently say, “eyes up here.” You couldn't help the blush hitting your cheeks once more as your feet began to fall in tune with the music and your partner's own steps. Within moments, you both began to move with such fluid motions you felt as though you had both become water as you glided through the dance floor.

It felt amazing to be guided, twirled, and dipped in a series of slow-paced movements. Nothing existed around you both. No dancers, no on-lookers, not even the dance floor. It was just you, this handsome stranger, and the music. There was nothing in your sight other than those gorgeous, brown eyes. You could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into those eyes as if you were drowning and you didn't mind one bit. You'd drown over and over if it meant staying in the warmth of those eyes. You gasped as he suddenly dipped you deeper than before, eyes widening and cheeks flushing as the world came back to surround you both.

It was this moment that the music finished with a flourish and the surrounding on-lookers began to politely clap for the dancers. The stranger held you there for mere seconds longer before gently pulling you back to an upright position. You were sure he could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks with how much you were blushing. The stranger held your hand, bowing and placing the lips of his mask on your hand before rising back up to his full height. You couldn't stop the gentle chuckle leaving your throat at the gesture.

Then the bastard winked at you.