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The music is loud, thundering in your ears. You had kept to the back of the party, watching everyone enjoy themselves.
It was a nice little celebration Sister Imperator had been convinced to throw, the success of Terzo’s Grammy being enough for her to agree. You were proud of your Papa. Everyone was. And yet, you didn’t feel confident enough to join everyone dancing.
Cumulus had come over to check on you, making sure you were actually enjoying yourself and not suffering through it because you felt you had to. Of course, you just gave her a smile and told her everything was fine. So with a sweet smile and a pat to your shoulder, she disappeared beyond the crowd. You watched her greet anyone who had called her, even stopping for a moment to chat. You wished you could’ve had her confidence.
“Hey, Y/N!” You barely just picked out Swiss’ voice from the crowd, the ghoul sauntering up to you with a grin. His body is bouncing to the music, head bobbing as he stands close to you. “What’re you doing all alone? C’mon! It’s a celebration!”
“And I’m celebrating!” He rolls his eyes, but you notice how his chest bounces with a laugh.
“Dance with me then!” His clawed hands grab yours, tugging you away from your corner. Your nearly trip over your feet, shoulders bumping against people as he leads you through the crowd. You’re both in the middle of ghouls and siblings alike when he finally decides to stop.
“Swiss, I can’t dance.” you try to tell him, but he cocks his head. You watch his body bounce and his hips sway.
“What’s that got to do with anything?” he asks, the grin returning when he grabs your hands. “Neither can I! I just let the music move me.”
He starts slow with you, raising your arms and bringing them out before swaying them back in, pulling you close to him. You try to mimic his actions, moving with him.
He leans in, mouth against your ear. “You know this song. Just follow the beat.” And it’s true. You do know this song, very well. So just like Swiss, you try to relax your body, bouncing to the music and tightening your hold on his hands. You see him say something, but his words get lost in the noise. Still, you assume you’re doing good when his smile never falls.
You’ve fallen into sync with him after a minute or so, even stomping at the same moment when the drums belted in your ears. Still, you’re jealous at how fluid he moves. Every little gesture or slide looks and feels like it’s been so delicately thought out and perfectly preformed.
The next thing you know, his arms snake around your waist and pull you against him, your chest pressing against his as your arms instinctively go around his neck. You finally notice how his lips are moving, singing the song as he focuses on you. One hand trails down the back of your thigh, lifting it up and around his waist. Part of you wants to knock that smug look right off his face.
And you know just how to do that.
Your quick with your movement, lifting his mask up just enough so you can press your lips against him. The bouncing and swaying stops, as does his singing. You’re worried you’ve crossed the line; that you’ve looked too far into this. But he finally reacts, pressing himself against you more, his claws digging into your side.
His tongue licks along your lower lip, and his fang just barely catches your skin when you open up for him. You feel his chest rumble with a soft groan. In that moment, everything feels like it melts away. The music, the crowd, all of your fears. You focus on Swiss, the way his forked tongue maps out your mouth; the feeling of his tail wrapping around the leg you’re still standing on. You feel secure with him.
You only notice that the song has ended when Swiss finally pulls away. The grin on his face isn’t playful anymore; it’s devious.
“Let’s get out of here,” he suggests, head dipping down to lick up your neck. “Maybe I can… teach you some new moves?”
“New moves?” you laugh. “And what kind of moves are you thinking of?”
“The kind that involve a different type of dance.”