Hermit x Lovers
The way she moves is impossible to ignore (he finds it hard to look away)—her hips sway, sway back and forth to the rhythm of the song, under the flashes of color. There's a magic in her smile. This is her element; this is where she belongs. She was an idol, after all. He dreams of getting closer, of them melting so beautifully into the floor as one; and his eyes are closed, and every second takes him farther, farther away, and if she asked, he'd take her there—anywhere she wants to go. Anywhere, but here.
She owns this room, and everyone in it (and she pulls it off so naturally). All he can do is admire from afar, from the sidelines, and quietly glow in her light, for she was the brightest one here. No one else could compare. No one else could shine like that.
Suddenly, the song ends. She crosses the floor, towards the bar area, and boldly takes the empty stool beside him, stares at him from across the rim of his unfinished glass.
"Dance with me, Rai-kun?" She asks sweetly; her cheeks are flushed, and her eyelashes flutter like butterflies against her cheek. She is an image of perfection—even with her hair slightly mussed, and a sheen of sweat across her forehead, turning streaks of auburn garnet.
He swallows nervously. The scent of her perfume (a note of orange blossom, with something else lying just underneath, something that could only, naturally be Risette), makes it hard for him to string together a proper response. He catches himself staring at the red of her lips, the hollow at her neck—the little place she blushes at when they're all alone—before she can tease him about it, choosing instead to look at the tear he's now discovered on his jeans. He swallows again, tugs at the collar of his plain white t-shirt. "I-uh don't really dance..."
"Come on, it's easy!"
Before he can protest, she's tugging on his wrist, guiding him through the sea of bodies, meshing into a single entity. And then her arms are around his neck, and his go to her waist, and they are gliding. Skin to skin. A slower song plays. He needs a moment—a million moments to collect himself, because this is absolutely incredible, and can she feel him like he feels her? (Can she hear his heart racing, and sense his breath stutter?) All eyes on them.
As the music ends, she presses her lips to his ear, and whispers: "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For dancing with me~" And as fast as she comes, she's gone, disappears. He vaguely registers someone calling his name ("Railou, we're over here!"), and the spell is broken.
He follows his friends to the V.I.P. room, and the two of them share smiles secretly, waiting for the day that they could dance again.
