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⠀⠀⠀ He hadn’t meant to stare for this long, but since he hadn’t been caught yet, he figured he might as well enjoy the show you were putting on. The way you danced in the kitchen alone as eggs and bacon sizzled on the burner made his cheeks hurt with how wide he was smiling. Steven watched from the reflection in awe. The way you effortlessly came up with moves to ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” was honestly impressive in his mind.
⠀⠀⠀ “YOU CAN DANCEEE! YOU CAN JIIIVVVEEE! HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE OOOOOOOO!” you sang into your spatula as if you were on London's Got Talent and your spatula was a microphone. Your fuzzy socks helped you glide across the wooden floor as you spun around. Hands shaking in the air as if you were Agnetha Fältskog herself. Marc accidentally let a low chuckle escape him, he was impressed you heard it as you turn to him in shock before laughing and motioning him over to join you.
⠀⠀⠀ “Nah uh sweetheart, I don’t dance,” he says with a half-assed chuckle. You rolled your eyes playfully and swayed your way over to him, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him to dance with you. Marc shook his head with amusement as you guided his dance moves. He started to laugh with you as he spun you around. His hands gently held your waist as you held onto his chest with one hand and sang into the other with your spatula. He thought you looked like a goof, but he adored it anyway.
⠀⠀⠀ “You are a dancing queen! Young and sweet, only seventeeeennn!” you sing dramatically as Marc is shaking his head and smiling even bigger (somehow), and bless Khonshu and every other god in existence for allowing Marc to be this beautiful. The way the early morning sun and the dust in the air from Steven’s books gently highlighted his strong facial features, from his soft brow lines to his strong jaw. The roughness of his hands against your skin was a beautiful contrast. And you can’t forget about how his curls and slightly grown-out beard made him look like a piece of eye candy. He was a masterpiece, and you couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with him each and every day. Both he and Steven (and soon Jake…)
⠀⠀⠀ Suddenly his movements change, his face and muscles loosen and that’s how you knew Steven started to front. You look at his eyes and how his lips curled even higher, looking like he was a giddy little fanboy of yours. “Hi Steven,” you say as you continue to dance with him. Steven didn’t miss a beat, granted he had been watching you and Marc from the fridge’s reflection. Marc was yelling at him, but Steven just ignored him.
⠀⠀⠀ “Couldn’t let Marc have all the fun now could I?” His thick British accent blesses your ears as you laugh at his statement. You take his hand and squeeze it gently. “Anytime you want to dance Steven you just say the word!”
⠀⠀⠀Oh, he will. Even with Marc being pouty about being separated from you, he will always ask you to dance. He grasps your hand and twirls you around and right into his chest. He leans down to place a small peck on your lips as you hum in delight. You continue to dance until the song is over, which at the ending beat, Steven dips you and kisses you softly, your eyes falling shut.
⠀⠀⠀ You place one gentle hand on his cheek and the other onto the hair on the back of his nape to keep him close to you as the sudden smell of burnt eggs meets your nose. Your eyes snap open as Steven accidentally drops you when you try to get out of his arms. You don’t even let out a small “ow” before your scrambled to turn off the burner. Steven is apologizing for dropping you in the background but you don’t hear him until you’re taking the eggs off the burner. You sigh and turn back to Steven.
⠀⠀⠀It’s silent for a moment, only before you burst out laughing. Steven takes a second before joining in on your laughter. He pulls you into him once again, placing a soft kiss to your hairline even as you still are giggling and mumbling into his chest.
⠀⠀⠀“You truly are my shooting star love,” he says as you hum against his chest and playfully pinch his butt.