forum May I Have This Dance? O/O (CLOSED)

Started January 02, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

(Yeah definitely! And sorry, I always forget to change the title!)

(You're good! Thank you!)

She pressed play on the music for their routine and tossed her phone aside.

Peter popped his knuckles, and turned his feet into first position.

She grinned and began to move along with the tune of the music.

As did he, reciting the moves inscribed in his head.

She closed her eyes, letting the music control her limbs. She felt so free when she danced like this with him.

When the move came for him to, he swept her up into the air and spun her. It looked dainty and easy to an audience, but she could feel his arms tremble.

"You got this," she urged quietly. "I trust you."

A little bit of a huff left his mouth. Up so close she could see the sweat forming glittery sheets across his forehead. "Thank you," he replied in a breathless grunt, finally letting her down.

She breathed heavily and smiled as they finished, their faces close together. "Good run," she said, slightly breathless.

He nodded briskly, kind of squinting. "It.. still surprises me how much this still gets from me," Peter smiled a little.

"What do you mean?" she asked, still trying to catch her breath.

"How much effort it takes to keep you steady," Peter replied. "I mean, I wouldn't want to drop you," Peter sat down to massage his foot, blowing hair from his face. He shot her a playful look, "Or would I?"

Violet arched her eyebrows. "You think it would be funny?"

He closed his eyes for a moment with a fallen smile, "In all seriousness, I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you,"

"That's kinda heavy," she said, sitting down beside him and propping her ankle up on her opposite knee to rotate it. "How about we move off the topic of dropping me."

"Fair enough," Peter hummed. "Wanna get lunch after this?" As they usually did. Peter never thought twice about it.

"Of course," she replied with a smile. "Why do you even still ask?"

He shrugged a little, looking up, "Well, one day you might be busy," Peter spoke– it was kind of cute, in an innocent way, how he took literally every possibility into consideration when it came to her.

"I don't think I ever will," she remarked, shooting him a playful wink.

"Well," he smiled widely, "What if you have a doctor's appointment one day? It would be silly of me to keep you from a checkup!"

oH can I add to his bio that he's in college to be a children's doctor?)

(Sure!)

She laughed lightheartedly. "Right."

He stood up and stretched, "Ready for run two? We've got an hour left– oh, I've got this great bakery we can go to!" The bakery he's texted her about probably six times already and forgot he told her. Medical school sucked the common sense, sleep, and memory out of poor Peter.

"So you've mentioned," she teased. "And yes, I'm ready for run two."

He extended his hand to her.

She took it and let him pull her to her feet.

Skip to lunch?)

(Sure!)

Violet tugged out her ponytail and shook her hair out. "Ready to go to this famed bakery?"

"Absolutely," Peter replied. He kept his black hair pulled back, "It's close enough to walk to,"