So uhm,, I've been following @bamsara and uh,, their art inspired me to write a little ficlet. Enjoy ya bastards. (Inspired by this post, and this post))
Dancing in the Dark
Moondrop has been officially allowed to interact with children for a few weeks now; he hasn't been.. fantastic at adjusting. He still is a bit hostile at points, but you’ve been assigned to keep an eye on him. Tonight, he seems particularly calm, setting all the children to bed as a calm lullaby plays over the speakers. You're sat in your chair at the security desk, checking off little tasks and verifying that Moon has been nice and put all the children to bed safely.
You hardly notice him approaching as he hums along to the tune over the speakers, his movements delicate and flowy like that of a ballerina. You only notice him when he grabs the tablet out of your hands.
"Hey- I was using that–" you don't get to say much more as he gently takes your hand and gracefully pulls you from your seat, stepping elegantly as he lifts your hand above your head, spinning you around in a gentle twirl, before pulling you close with one hand placed at the small of your back, and the other gently leading your arm with each step of the waltz.
You look up at him with confusion and delight, giggling a little to yourself. "What's gotten into you?" The dance is adorable and charming; it brings you back memories of dancing alone in your room, imagining someone leading your arm. Except this time, you aren't alone. Though you hardly expect the tether on his back to begin to lift you both into the air. Each graceful leap in the waltz growing longer and longer until your feet no longer touched the ground.
He holds you close against his body with remarkable strength, leading you further and further up, to dance together through the sky. Your belly lurches with each movement; you try your best to focus on his face instead of the ground far below you. His eyes are closed, and he looks peaceful. He's so effortlessly focused on the dance that it hardly feels like a dance at all, more like… flowing through a rhythm. Each step feels impossible to predict yet so easy to follow.
You feel an emotion flutter in your chest that you find difficult to describe. You’ve been friends up until this point, but perhaps.. There is something more to be had. Your cheeks heat up, as you dance closer and closer to the ceiling, your legs dangling beneath you. However, you trust Moon's grip, you know he won't drop you.
As the lullaby reaches it's end, Moon guides the dance to descend towards the little castle platform, your feet touching the ground as the final note in the song is struck.
You look up at him with burning cheeks and your head spinning from adrenaline. It feels like every sense is heightened, yet your head is cloudy with something. Leaving you short-sighted and only able to focus on the one in front of you.
"Moon, I-" he silences you with a finger to your lips.
"Hush."
His finger brushes away from your mouth, and his knuckles perch underneath your chin. He tilts your face up towards his ever leaning closer one. Barely a breath between you two. Your heart leaps into your throat, realizing his motive. Though, you have no thought to stop it. Why would you want to? Your eyes slip shut, and you lean forward ever so slightly. Your mind races with a thousand questions that you don't want to ask. Heart beating so fast that you feel it might explode, yet it feels right at home here. Inches away from Moon. Who, after months of dedicated time and patience, you finally trust.
The warm metal meets your nose first. You somehow expected it to be cold, but really thinking about it, he is a running machine. You must imagine he would generate some sort of warmth. Then the metal meets your lips.. and everything turns upside down. Fireworks of nerves turning up every hair on your body. Every inch of you sensitive and you can feel even the slightest twitch in your cheek, so wonderfully aware of every single sensation.
Your hand trembles softly in his grasp but you don't want to let go. So caught up in the feeling, the sensation, you don't realize when he starts to loosen his grip.
Disappointment sours in your stomach as he begins to pull away, the moment felt like it lasted an eternity yet still all too short. Your lips buzz from the contact, utterly begging for more, but your racing heart and anxiety plagued thoughts leave you frozen to the spot. All you can do is stare up at him, worried to find regret in his expression, but he's unreadable.
"I'm.. sorry.." Finally, he speaks, as he turns his face away from you, and you're snapped out of your frozen state. You reach up with your hand to softly touch his face plate.
"Its okay. I'm not upset. It… it was nice." He looks back at you with a guilted, yet relieved expression. Having not expected such.. acceptance. You want to kiss him again, but he hardly looks like he's up to another. You'll have to wait till another time. Let him initiate it again when he feels comfortable.
"It was nice." You reassure him once again while your thumb strokes his faceplate softly.
"...Okay." he cups your hand against his face before slowly pulling it away by your wrist. "I'll take you back down now."
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