#modulo dabura

They are looking at each other! They're so in love! So much yearning for each other!!! 🥺😭😭✨️

Author's Note: I don't know if anyone saw those leaks of the new chapter where it looks like Dabura is dancing with Mahoraga. Thought it was cute so I wanted to write some fluff.

Your husband was still learning a lot about Earth and its foreign customs. You had been instrumental in his education on humans. However, some things took longer to grasp.

The two of you were lounging on the sofa in front of television when something peaked Dabura's interest. The program the two of you were watching featured a dance scene in an elegant ballroom. Couples waltzed across the floor in one another's arms.

Dabura tilted his head.

"What are they doing?"

"Dancing," you answered.

"But why?"

"It's just something humans do for fun."

He quizzically looked at you.

"Do you think it's fun?"

"Well, occasionally at a party or a wedding."

"When we married, we never danced."

You chuckled. "We were set up in a political marriage before the earth could implode. There wasn't really time for dancing."

His returned his attention to the television.

The couple on the screen glided in one another's arms. So this was what humans did for fun. It was a bit difficult to grasp, given his spartan upbringing hadn't allowed for leisure, but he was determined to learn. If not for himself, for you.

He abruptly stood up and held his hand out towards you.

~

It turned out the graceful nature of the dancers on the screen was rather difficult to replicate.

The two of you awkwardly stumbled around before disaster struck.

Dabura tripped over the carpet and went tumbling down, taking you with him.

~

Later that evening, Dabura sulked next to you in bed.

"Dabura, I know it was an accident. I'm fine," you assured him.

"You wouldn't let me take you to the Naunax to be examined."

You chuckled. "Because it's not necessary. I wasn't hurt."

You scooted closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

"I promise being a good dancer isn't a requirement to live on Earth."

He was silent for a moment.

"I want to be an adequate mate for you," he admitted. "I need to be worthy of you."

You pushed yourself up and leaned over him, cupping his face in your palm.

"You are more than worthy. I love you Dabura."

He clasped his hand over yours.

"I love you too (Name)."

~