My Snippets: Part 2

May I Have This Dance

When they dance, magic happens.

Modern, sasusaku AU romance. Slightly 18ish due to some of the themes/wording.

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He was watching her from across the room, of that Sakura Haruno was most certain as she could feel his gaze penetrating her back. Using her hand fan, she waved it animatedly to try and cool her heated skin. "Don't make it so obvious," her best friend said with a knowing grin and a gentle nudge.

"Shut up, pig! I'm only warm. This dress is way too heavy and has too many layers."

"Don't worry, I'm sure Sasuke will help you with that later." She winked, then snickered when the cheeks of poor Sakura grew warm. "In all fairness though..," she says, adjusting her boobs slightly. "I don't know how women in the old days wore these dresses. For how beautiful they are, they sure are a nuisance."

"And hot as heck," Temari complained next to them after taking a long drink from her glass. "I can hardly breathe in this stupid getup."

"Why are we doing this again...," Tenten sighs while resting her hands on her hips. Her pigtails had gone a bit awry, and her white colored dress with maroon edges was slightly too big on her small frame. It had to be itching her as well because the brunette would constantly scratch at her pale skin, before adjusting her narrowed shoulders in a vain attempt at keeping the overly fancy fabric in place. Hinata stood silently to their right, observing the murmuring crowd as she took small sips from her own chilled beverage.

"It's for charity...," Ino says, exaggerating the word charity with her tone and making quotations with her fingers. "Or so they're saying it is," she huffed with a nod towards their parents and an exaggerated eye roll. Temari scoffed and huffed with growing irritation after placing her now empty drink on a waiter's tray as they swept past making rounds around the room. 

"Truth is," she began, leaning in a bit as if telling the darkest of secrets, "it's for publicity and we all know it. They just want to impress their friends and all the "higher ups"; it's nothing more. They could care less about the proceedings we receive from this benefit or who they're actually going to." Everyone nodded their agreement to Temari's statement and began to simultaneously fidget with their own dresses, trying to create some sort of comfort from the abysmal, albeit stunning, things.

"Hey, ladies," Hinata finally spoke up, nodding her head slightly in the direction behind Sakura. "Here they come." Simultaneously they turned, staring as their boyfriends walked the space of the ballroom in less than a minute to stand next to them.

One by one, they took the hand of their partner and led them away onto the dance floor; leaving Sakura and Sasuke alone by the dessert table. "May I have this dance, milady," he asked with all the politeness he could muster after bowing slightly with one hand extended; lifting his gaze up to meet hers, a playful smirk on his lips. She smiled back and placed her hand in his.

"Gladly, my lord." Sasuke remained silent, tucking her hands in the crease of his elbow before guiding her between dancers and their partners to the only open space left in the ballroom; in the middle of the dance floor. With one hand on her hip and the other holding hers tightly, they both began to move. After a moment, she realized he hadn't taken his eyes off of her and she bit at her bottom lip, her cheeks flush with a warm heat while they swayed to the music at a slow pace. "What is it? Do I have something on my face?"

"No."

"Then what is it," she questioned him with a slight tilt to her head; her brows creased in the middle of her forehead. His expression softened.

"You're sort of beautiful."

"Sort of," she questioned him with a playful lift of her brow. He rolled his eyes and he pulled her in as the hand on her hip moved to rest on her back while the other continued to hold hers, interlacing their fingers together. He pressed his forehead against hers and signed in contentment.

They weren't aware of the couples surrounding them parting to give them more room to dance, the hum of conversation nearly stopping as everyone seemed to turn and watch their performance. "You know what I mean," he whispered against her lips. She knew it was hard for him to communicate his feelings, given his past, and knew that it was no longer time to tease him.

He was trying, for her, and she appreciated it. She closed her eyes and grinned; enjoying this moment with him. "Yeah... I do."