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Prompt: Dancing for seemingly no reason
Character: Mor

When you wake to the sunlight drifting in, you are surprised not to see your lover there. She usually sleeps much later than you do, especially on the weekends. You slip on a loose pajama shirt and shorts and head downstairs. As you unconsciously wrap your hair in a loose bun, the smell of eggs and bacon waft up the stairwell, and what makes you stop dead in your tracks, mid step, is the humming.

As there are only the two of you in the house, you know it's your lover, but you had no idea she could sing too. Dancing, yes. Cauldron, the female never passed up an opportunity to meet at Rita's to just dance the night away. You thought, before meeting her, that you enjoyed and harassed your friends into dancing, but your lover takes that to a new level. And you love it.

The smile continues to grow bigger as you take in your lover from behind, the way her luscious blonde hair curls down her back, the way her hips move to the tune she's humming… When you reach her, caressing her hip and kissing her neck, she gives into a chuckle.

"Morning," she greets with a sensuous smile.

"Good morning, sleep well?" you ask. She nods and kisses you softly.

"I did. I hope you're as hungry as I am because… well, I made a lot."

You laugh as you take in the amount of pans of cooking food that covers every single burner. Bacon, eggs, sauteed vegetables, and pancakes, and some of them had already been plated off to the side. "Morrigan, you could feed an entire army with this," you tease, squeezing her waist before getting plates and cups from the cabinets.

You open a window, not because of the smell of the food—it's making your stomach growl in anticipation—but to bring some fresh, cool air into the kitchen. Mor's lovely golden cheeks are flushed, and though you think she looks incredibly pretty with the coloring, you know it is not any type of arousal that is causing her flush. Unsurprisingly, as soon as you open the window, you can hear the music playing not so far off, probably down the street. It is a nice tune, a beat that makes you bop from foot to foot as you move to set up the island with the plates and cups in hand. As you grab the utensils, Mor slips around you to place the plated bacon in front of one plate and a hot skillet with eggs in front of the other. Before she asks the question, you reach over for a hot plate and slide it under the elevated skillet. She glances up at you and puts it down, gliding back into the kitchen.

The musicians add a trumpet into the melody, and it's your weakness. You love trumpets and how their sound enriches and compliments the other instruments. You move your hips in time with tempo and dance in a circle, basking in the trumpets long notes and sharp jabs to make the music swell—until you catch Mor's taken aback expression.

"What?" you ask.

"You're dancing," Mor states, her confusion clear in her tone.

"I don't need to be at Rita's to dance," you tell her, simply. You laugh as you say, "Most days, I don't need a reason to dance. I just dance."

She raises her eyebrows at you before plating the pancakes and turning off the burners. You still dance, unfazed until the tune changes. It's a song you know! You gasp and start dancing wholeheartedly. When she appears in front of you with a mischievous grin, you don't know what it means. But she takes your hands before you can say anything. She leads you into a swing, in spite of the cramped space that the kitchen offers.

"Mor!" you exclaim as she spins you quickly. You crash into her body when she forces you to stop, and she takes full advantage of your surprise, her hands only pulling you closer. Her lips ghost the shell of your ear with a soft kiss that sends pleasant shivers down your spine. She doesn't stop, pulling you back into the dancing and leaving your body reeling from the teasing contact that you did not think would have this much of an effect on you. You think of a way to tease her back, but suddenly your world has stopped moving. When you catch your breath, you feel the wall behind you. Both of you are breathing heavily and stare at each other. Mor, in a span of minutes, is practically glowing with happiness with that smile almost on her lips.

"I know we were very, very good last night," you tell her, to which she sultrily hums in agreement, looping her arms over your neck. Her fingers move in soothing circles at your nape, loosening the bun there. "But is there something else that's made you so happy? You're glowing."

"It's been… a long time, or Cauldron it feels like a long time anyway, that I've been at ease with a lover." She smiles genuinely at you as you can feel your face changing in shock. "I'm very glad it's you and that we can have this time, this peace, together. That we can dance for seemingly no reason and be ourselves."

You force a breath out when you realize you are holding it in. "Och, you're…" You don't even know what to say.

The way she says peace makes you think of the war. How it was three years where peace was broken, Velaris violated and decimated thanks to Hybern and his legions, and how all those that were able fought with the rest of the Night Court and the rest of the courts in Prythian to destroy that threat. You know that Mor is older than you, and she has experienced much more than you in many aspects. She even told you that it is hard for her to be completely open about her preference for females in public. You understand and were very similar for most of your life. You hid who you truly were from your friends and family, but most of them didn't mind when you eventually opened up. You still respect Mor for wanting to keep it low-key. However, something about what she's just said has opened up a part of you that you didn't know was there.

You cup her cheeks before telling her, "You deserve to be at ease and have peace. I'm…" You swallow before smiling and confessing, "I'm very glad that you can be yourself with me. Because you are amazing, and I'm the luckiest female in Prythian."

Mor's answering smile has your heart pounding through your chest before she leans down to kiss you.

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