#gotg1

“Dancin’” in my shock and surprise, all I could muster at his answer was a chuckle. I pulled him closer. The situation might have been completely unusual and out of character, but it made every single bit of my body heat up with giddiness.

“Dancing? I thought you only danced on special occasions” steadily, we began to move and falling in step, letting the slow rhythm control our movements. Everything around us had simply vanished. All the noise and people around us dissolved. I could no longer hear the other people in the building or the noises of the everyday life on the streets. There was nothing beside he and I, alone. His brown eyes glistened, and a smile spread across his sweet face.

“Yeah, this ain’t special enough for ya?” he taunted, nodding at the where his hands were set on my waist. I laughed. Uncontrollable waves of heavy feelings surged through my whole body, and my fingers tingled in delight. My hand brushed across his cheek and he grinned, flashing me with a whole set of pointy teeth. I had known and loved Rocket for as long as I could remember my own existence, it was rooted in my soul and in my bones, and I would follow him to lengths he couldn’t even imagine. I loved him on his rainy days, when all he gave me were storms and all I heard was thunder, I loved him on days when I wasn’t even sure that I could love myself. I was his through everything the universe threw at us and now that he was someone else, I was getting to know him again and learning how to love him the way he was now that he finally got to be himself. And it was like falling in love all over again just as easily as I did the first time.

“I mean, as long as I’m with you, I guess” I drew him closer to my chest, and he wrapped his arms tighter around my body. A jolt of pleasure ran up my spine. My body was acting on its own as we kept moving, it was like there were no chains and no shame to hold me back from this pure paradise.

“Do ya wanna make it special?” again, he looked up at me. His voice was airy and raspy, and my stomach was aching and my head was spinning. It was almost intoxicating to be in that moment.

“Are you proposing?” I chortled at my own question “This is good enough for me, you know?” I added, before planting a small kiss on his forehead. He laid his head on my chest, and we continued to dance, completely lost in the music that I never wanted to stop.

“Proposing? Yeah, right. Keep dreamin’” he snickered softly against my sternum before pulling away just enough to wipe the stray hairs away from my face, the warmth of his gaze seemed to penetrate my skin “But I do love ya”

“Oh, you’re gonna drop it just like that?” my breath was hitched in my throat, heart drumming so loud in my ears that I could barely hear the music. Rocket buried his face on my neck “Do you mean it?”

“Nah, just said it to make ya happy” he mumbled, I could feel his hot breath and his lips moving on my neck as he spoke. I playfully rolled my eyes and pressed my cheek against the top of his head, a moment of truly crushing happiness.

“You do know how to be romantic” my lips were on his ear as I whispered ever so softly.

“Shut up” he brought his head up from underneath my hair and opened his eyes before removing his glasses and folding them neatly to set them aside. He leaned in and rubbed the tip of his muzzle against my cheek, and I lifted my hand to brush it against his face. I loved him so dearly that no words could ever express it, so I decided that it was the moment to use my actions instead. I planted my lips on his and wrapped my arms tight around his neck, and he held me tighter as the kiss continued. We kissed once, and twice, and again. Rocket and I were different songs, we had always been. He sounded like the blues we had been dancing to and he sounded like a funky 80s song, he was an acquired taste and he was misunderstood, but he was unique. On the other hand, I was pop and country. I was easy on the ears but I was sweetly broken, a ghost of kindness that people never listened to deeper than what was in front of them. But I had so much more to offer. And I understood Rocket, and he took all that I had to give. And quite frankly, it didn’t really matter what kind of music we were or what music we listened to, or that we had been dancing to static for a while, because he was the only song I needed to keep dancing.

So I wrote this based on the request by the lovely @radanian & I once again, made it longer than it had to be… But I hope it’s as you expected it would be and I hope you all enjoy it 🤍 I’m a dancer, but only when I’m drunk or with people I’m really comfortable with (although those are two VERY different dance styles lmao), I think it’s important for us to know that there is a dancer in everyone, we just gotta give them the time to heal and let them out. The song here is “It’s Been a Long, along Time” by Harry James & His Orchestra.

I’m also tagging @cosmic-lavender because you were quite excited to read it, so I hope you like it, too 🤍

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it. I’ve got loads of stuff in my drafts and have been writing non stop for days now, I’m very excited to share it all with you! I love you all and remember that you matter, and that I am forever grateful to every single one of you for all the likes, reblogs, comments and messages. You’re the best x