AN: Fox/Velvet - originally posted to my Tumblr ( MaryKay91)
"Velvet? Is everything okay?"
Fox was standing close to her, one hand on her arm, catching her before she slipped out of the room to join their partners in the lounge for a movie night.
Yes, she wanted to say, but her voice failed her. It was ridiculous she was this upset over missing prom - she didn't even have a date lined up, just a ridiculous crush on her teammate who had promised her a dance.
But that single promise had meant she had been looking forward to the dance for weeks.
Coco had even helped her pick out a dress that both looked good and was extra soft to the touch. She hadn't said anything when Velvet had insisted on something that was soft, just gave a knowing smile.
"Just… sad we missed the dance," she finally settled on.
He tilted his head to one side. "I hope your date understood why you didn't make it."
He sounded so concerned and she couldn't help but tell the truth. "I didn't have a date," she said, scuffing her foot against the ground. "You're the only person who's ever asked me to dance with them."
His brow furrowed. "You've never danced with anyone?"
"Not - " romantically, she thought, but didn't want to add aloud. "Just my father, to teach me - and that was a while ago. I don't know how much I remember."
His hand slipped down Velvet's arm to take her hand. "That won't do," he said, pulling her into the center of the dorm room. She stumbled slightly, but Fox caught her easily, wrapping a hand around her waist. "Just follow my lead," he murmured.
Her face flushed and one ear fell back as she realized how close Fox was - even if he was maintaining a respectful distance between them. Velvet's steps weren't nearly as graceful as his, but she resisted the urge to cheat and use her semblance to help, instead focusing on not stepping on his toes.
It was all wrong: rather than formal wear, they were in their battle dress; the only music was the soft tune that Fox was humming and they kept having to dodge furniture.
Yet, it was perfect.
Velvet tentatively closed some of the distance between them until they were pressed up against one another as they danced.
Their steps slowed until they came to a stop in the middle of the dorm room. "How was that?" Fox's voice was a low whisper that made her ears twitch.
"I - I might want to try again, make sure I got the steps down," Velvet said, cheeks burning.
Fox smiled brightly. "We could even try something a little different, if you'd like."
"Sure," she said, grateful for the excuse to stay in his arms.
He let go of her hand, moving it to go around his waist, then cupped her cheek with his newly freed hand. "So that was a waltz, what we did." She nodded. "This," he continued, leaning in until their lips were only a fraction of an inch apart. "This is a kiss."
Velvet melted into his arms when their lips met in a sweet, chaste kiss.
When they broke apart again, Fox was blushing. "How was that?"
"I might want to try again," Velvet replied, feeling much more confident than before.
"That could be arranged." Fox pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Again and again and again…" he whispered as he made good on that promise - again and again and again.
