Not a smutty story. But I thought I would share my work that I wrote in the wee hours of the night 🩷
Slow Dancing In The Dark 🌟
His calloused hands familiar with the arduous work of life, linked delicately to her lower back, serving as a protective knight to a princess.
Her arms coiled around his neck, her feminine fragrance a consuming cloud.
Their bodies fuse to one another, beating hearts uniting through an invisible tether.
The ambient light cast a soft glow on the couple, as they slowly danced to the mellow music, basking delightfully in each other's warmth.
She gazed at him, admiration twinkling in her eyes. And he stared at her like she was the entire world.
“Who knew you could be such a good dancer?” She teased, a small grin gradually growing on her face, as she tilted her head.
A spitfire. He thought to himself. One of the myriad of traits he fell head over heels for. She was exceptionally witty and forever quipped with a remark. He wished he had half of the spunk she had.
“I learned from the best.”
Her only downside? She was a terrible dancer. Couldn't move to a rhythm for the life of her. The amusing part? Was that he was fully guiding her at the moment.
“Me.” She says matter-of-factly and flips her hair, knowing damn well she's lying.
He couldn't contain his laughter, “I’ll let you believe that, only because I love you.”
Suddenly, she goes still. A dusty pink hue bloosoming on her cheeks. However, it wasn't in a state of shock. But bashfulness. Like a person confessing to their long-term crush. It was precious.
Her hand moved toward his face, gently caressing it before standing on her tip toes and kissing his cheek.
Pulling back, she exhales deeply, a barely contained smile that showcases her pearly whites.
Words of commitment, she whispers.
