I smiled and pulled her close, raising an eyebrow. “Would you care to dance?” I asked, seeing Shade blush slightly. She looked around us, making sure we were alone. Of course we were, we were alone in my bedroom, and I had a hall all to myself. She looked back at me.
“There’s no music.” She said, a bit hurriedly. I grinned and reached into my back pocket with one hand, and pulled out a little remote. With a few clicks, my stereo turned on, and I clicked shuffle. I smirked.
“First song to come up, even if it isn’t meant for slow dancing, we are gonna dance, and make it work,” I said with a nod. As the song loaded, Shade tried pulling away, but I grabbed her hands and put them on my shoulders, and placed mine on her hips, ever so lightly. She swallowed audibly, before the music started playing. That’s when I started to move, gently pulling Shade with me as the lyrics began.
I’m bleeding out, so if the last thing that I do, is to bring you down…I’ll bleed out for you.
We gently swayed, not matching the pace at all, but soon, we didn’t care. Shade laid her head on my shoulder and I closed my eyes, holding her tight against me. As we turned and moved, we slowly melted into the music, letting the beat start to move us faster. Soon, I grinned and grabbed one of her arms, and – much to her dismay – I twirled her around, once, twice, bringing her back in, and then, I was leading the dance, the waltz, swirling us around the room, the music now trying to keep up with us.
Shade stumbled a little, but I kept her up, holding her, one hand on her hip and the other tightly interlocked with hers, as our waltz turned into a tango. I shifted and stepped carefully, waggling my eyebrows at her, and she rolled her eyes, before completely switching our positions, and soon, she was dipping me, holding my entire weight. One of my legs went up and she held it, before bringing me back down, and then the song ended, and we were breathless.
We both collapsed onto the bed, and I realized our hands were still interlocked, and I squeezed her hand lightly. “I love you.” The words slipped past my lips before I could stop myself, and then it all came tumbling out, a breathless stream.
“I love you, I have for a year, ever since we became friends, ever since you let me in. I love your hair and how it’s always messy, and how your eyes are so dark and easy to fall in, how you smile at me, how you joke around, the feeling of your hugs, the sound of your voice, even when you’re Shadow, even when you’re sad, angry, flustered, god, I love you so much Shade Grey.” I closed my eyes, not caring if there was a dark blush on my cheeks now. Not caring if I just screwed everything up. I was on cloud nine and I just confessed what I’ve wanted to for months, and now I did, out loud.
Seconds ticked by, and I didn’t turn my head to her. She didn’t say anything, only breathed, and suddenly I felt like I was holding onto her hand too tightly, so I let it go. “Sorry.” I whispered. That’s when I felt her shift, her clothes rubbing against the comforter of the bed, and felt her weight get closer to mine, and she was pressed into my side. One of her hands was on the other side of my face, lightly tracing my ear, pushing my hair behind my ear, and suddenly the ceiling turned dark as Shade leaned over me. Her chapped, but at the same time soft lips met mine, and I leaned up, kissing her back, desperately hard.
She responded by shifting onto me, almost straddling me, and her fingers were in my hair, and mine were around her waist, and we kissed like we were about to die, like we would never see each other again afterwards. The kisses were sloppy and messy, sometimes not even on each others lips. We didn’t care enough to try and line ourselves up as we unraveled, as every pent up emotion over the year came undone.
When I finally pulled away, my breath was coming in gulps, desperate for the air I gave up for a few minutes, replaced by Shade’s lips. She was breathing as equally hard, and her hair made a curtain around us. I looked up at her, and saw her eyes glint in the near darkness. Her lips were bruised, I could tell that already, and I felt my heart leap into my throat.
“I love you too, Bea.” She said quietly, and I saw her blush that had risen on her cheeks deepen, and she tried to hide her embarrassment by kissing me again, to which I happily obliged, pulling her close. After a few moments, I pulled away, and left a trail of kisses from her lips to her cheek, to her jaw, to her ear.
“Happy birthday, Shade Grey.” I whispered against her ear.
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