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“Meta… you know I can’t dance,” Magolor said slightly turning away from his lover, his face reddening slightly.
“Do not worry, it’s quite simple. Just follow my lead.” Metaknight replied holding Magolor’s hand up to start a waltz, gently bringing his other to pull him in closer. “Then, you put your hand on my shoulder.” He guided.
Magolor complied despite his weak protests. He couldn’t say no to an excuse to be close to Meta like this. It was romantic… a night with his love ending with playing soft music and dancing together. There was just one problem… Magolor had two left feet. He had always been quite clumsy, not ever one to move elegantly. So the thought of dancing with his beautiful, pristine boyfriend… made him nervous.
Of course, he knew realistically Metaknight would never judge him for a thing like that, but he still felt the need not to be completely terrible. So when Metaknight stepped backward to begin their dance, magolor nearly tripped over himself. He had got lost in his thoughts.
Metaknight chuckled, “Relax my dear, I can feel how tense you are.” He said as he slowly tried to guide Magolor in a box step. Metaknight loved dancing, quite honestly he learned a lot how to move while fighting by learning to dance. To elegantly dodge and get the right footing, they shockingly shared a lot in common. He realized recently though, he had never danced with Magolor.
Of course, he had to change that immediately! Not ever dancing with his beloved? That was out of the question. So he took Magolor on a date just so they could end it off with a dance. He set up a record player and candles to make it romantic. The knight took things like this very seriously!
“I’m trying!” Magolor replied with almost a yell, before sighing… that probably didn’t help his case. “I just… I’m trying to get the hang of it.” He really didn’t know how to dance! Magolor spent most of his time focusing on research, sitting in one area with his books and his writings, so moving so gracefully was not something he was used to.
“It’s a 3/4 time signature, so think of everything we do in threes… each step. Here, move along with the counts. One two three, one two three, one two three….”
Magolor looked down and tried to match his steps with metaknights, they were moving slowly, luckily. He followed his lead and relaxed a bit… Metas soft, low, voice counting, was melodious with the quiet music playing from the record player. So calming…
“See, you’re getting the hang of it just fine” Metaknights voice pulled magolor out of his little daze.
“I… didn’t even realize. I guess I am!” Magolor looked up, happy to see Meta was already smiling back at him.
Magolor had to admire his boyfriend’s face for a moment… he was so handsome. He didn’t understand why he always insisted on wearing that silly mask! Although… a man in a mask is pretty ho-
Metaknight suddenly lifted Magolor’s arm into the air and spun him around. “GAH— Meta I wasn’t ready!” Magolor squealed, before falling into his boyfriend’s chest, trying to stabilize himself.
Metaknight chuckled, a low rumbling sound. Usually, Magolor loved hearing it… but he was laughing at him! Not with him! Magolor looked up with a glare, which only seemed to amuse Metaknight even more.
“Maybe you should have been paying attention, my love.” He replied, with a sly smile. Which got him a pout from Magolor in reply. “Come now Magolor, we can try again?” He suggested.
Magolor sighed, but he really could never say no to Meta. “Alright, fine…” he gave in so easily…
Metaknight smiled. “Alright, are you ready?” He asked
Magolor nodded and mentally prepared himself. Metaknight lifted his arm once again and spun Magolor around. Magolor giggled this time and somewhat gracefully twirled along.
Metaknight then pulled him back in closer and they quietly swayed with the music, his hand resting on Magolor’s lower back. Magolor leaned in and rested his head on Metaknight's shoulder for a moment, just enjoying this relaxing segment of their little dance. Metaknight of course, did not mind that at all.
“Are you happy now?” Magolor asked as he looked at his partner once more, a soft smile on his face.
Metaknight paused for a moment.
“Hm… almost.” He said to which Magolor raised an eyebrow. He was not sure entirely what to expect from the knight… Metaknight simply lifted his hand to Magolor’s chin and leaned in, gently kissing him. Magolor melted into it, lifting his hands to run through Metas’ long hair. They lingered there for a moment before Magolor decided to pull away… one of them had to eventually, after all.
“There…” Meta nodded, seemingly satisfied now. He gazed into Magolors honey eyes, his hand gently holding his cheek. It was hard to describe how much he loved these peaceful moments… Just him and his beloved, and no one else… “So, do you think you have successfully learned to waltz?” he asked.
Magolor tilted his head and thought about it… “Yeah, I think I could do it again sometime!” he nodded, his confidence certainly improved at least.
Meta just smirked a bit, before grabbing Magolor and dipping him suddenly, earning a squeal from the mage. “WHHA– Meta!” he gasped.
Metaknight leaned in, his hair draping around magolor, their faces almost touching. “Well, next time, I’ll teach you how to tango,” he said in a low, almost sultry tone that made Magolor a bit too weak to hold himself up, leaving Metaknight to pull him back with a laugh.
“I– I think that's above my skill level-!” Magolor protested once he got his footing back.
“Nonsense. We may start tomorrow, but for now, it is late.” Meta extended a hand to Magolors, gently taking it and putting it to his lips for a kiss. “Shall we head to bed?”
Magolor just sighed, how could he refuse?