Jade- I watched the entire WK collection in like 3 days and I'm seriously angst-ed out. So I need something light and fluffy and bad-for-my-teeth sweet. This follows the Gluhen plot line as far as I'll allow. –hack-thelastepisodedoesnotexist-hack- Actually, there is no plot in this so whatever, anyway I took the idea of Nagi and Mamoru working together and took some creative liberty. Inspired by "Why Don't We Just Dance" by Josh Turner.
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Dance for Two
Nagi just wanted to cry. This might seem out of character for him but it's hard to be stoic when boredom reins with an iron fist.
Weiss had their new mission tonight and Mamoru would sit holed up in his office fretting until the report came in that the mission was a success and the team was fine. Then he'd begin his own reports and researching the next mission… It always happened this way.
Well, not tonight. Despite being Persia's bodyguard, Nagi hadn't seen Mamoru much the last few days. There would be no more hiding.
Crossing to Persia's office, Nagi shoved the doors open without bothering to knock. Persia was immersed in his 'research center,' surrounded by multiple computers whirling quietly as they completed the tasks set upon them by their master.
Persia barley took his gaze off the machines, "Oh good, Nagi, I want you to take a look at this…"
He was interrupted mid-sentence as Nagi turned the chair with his mind. Persia was pinned by glaring midnight blue as the younger man leant over him.
"Enough, Persia," Nagi whispered as he brushed his lips over Mamoru's.
Quick-paced, lively music was suddenly flooding the room and Nagi pulled Mamoru from his seat.
"Dance with me," he requested with a beautiful, charming smile.
Nagi pulled his boyfriend close before spinning him out in a perfectly executed twirl. Mamoru laughed in delight, sashaying his way back to Nagi. Nagi allowed himself to be lead through several graceful but improved steps of a mixture between a salsa, a tango, and a foxtrot before he gasped in shock as his Mamoru dipped him backwards over his arm like a pro.
"Did I scare you?" Mamoru teased as they spun in large, quick circles, like a waltz on fast forward.
"Of course not," Nagi huffed in mock offense, dropping the semi-formal pretense to tug Mamoru to his body. One hand slipped around Mamoru's lower back as the other skipped lightly up his chest over his clothes. Mamoru's swift fingers staked a claim, tangled in Nagi's chocolate brown hair, twisting and tugging then relaxing to pet and caress.
Mamoru used his grip on Nagi's locks to bring his face closer. He kissed him softly, running his tongue over the thin smiling lips. Breaking out of Nagi's hold, Mamoru skipped backwards several steps, cocking a finger at his boyfriend in playful seduction.
When he was just within reach of Nagi's seeking hands he spun away, leaning against the front of his desk. Cerulean eyes locked onto midnight blue as deft fingers loosened the scarf around his neck and he shed the outer jacket of his suit.
Undoing the top few buttons on his slate gray dress shirt, he winked at his boyfriend as he watched him saunter over to press Mamoru back onto the desk. Bodies pressed together and mouths separated by a few scant millimeters of air, Mamoru asked, "Will you dance with me tomorrow, too?"
"Tomorrow and every day after that," Nagi promised as he closed the remaining space between them. Anything to see that sparkle of pure, unadulterated joy in those mesmerizing cerulean eyes.
