The Dancer & The Magician (Hisoka Romance)

Chapter 17: Lips (Date Pt. 2)

The road to my place is peaceful and quiet. Hisoka and I walk hand in hand as we look up at the stars. Fireflies light up in the grass while frogs and crickets croon.

I ask him the only thing on my mind. "Where did you learn to dance?"

He smiles. "I figured when you told me to wear comfortable shoes that we were going dancing. You're a dancer so it makes sense that you'd want to. I went on your FunTube channel and watched a fair amount of your videos. Since most of it's choreographed, all I had to do was study your patterns and figure out how to fall in rhythm with you. I focused on dance styles you tend to favor."

"And you just started watching videos and practicing moves today?"

"I initially watched a few after we met at Heaven's Arena when I started looking you up. But I watched a lot more after I saw you with the Phantom Troupe. In a way, watching your videos made me feel like a part of you was with me."

"So you mastered all my choreography in a week?"

"Just the basics of the core Latin dance styles." He shrugs as I continue to stare at him skeptically, "What can I say? I'm quick study. If it makes you feel better, I probably couldn't gyrate like you were with those women. I simply don't have the back for it. I'd prefer watching to doing anyway." He runs his hand along my butt and tries to lift my dress to see the curvature.

I quickly smack his hand away. As he giggles, I realize he probably did that to make me hit him, touch him. "I was a bit hubris tonight. Dancing is not fighting, their physicality just isn't the same. So I definitely should've stretched more."

"I guess that's one human thing about you," I respond as I look at him out of the corner of my eye.

Outside the bungalow I hear his stomach growl, which makes me smile. I took him dancing first to help increase his appetite and I'm happy to say my plan worked. While dinner heats up I go to the bathroom to freshen up. Since it's kind of cold tonight I change into an oversized sweater I stumble across in the closet. I'm so glad my younger self had the foresight to pack away some practical clothes. Later when we're eating, he devours the food like it's his last meal.

I watch his teeth tear through the chicken, his lips suck the juice out of the papaya, and his fingertips crunch into the plantains. The sauce smears slightly on his mouth and I want to lick it up so bad. It gets so aggressive that some of the coconut milk squirts on my cheek as he eats. He doesn't even notice. I don't know why this turns me on, but it does. I wipe away the milk wondering if he'll find me as juicy as this meal.

While he's in the bathroom, I put on some music, turn off the lights, light some candles, then get comfortable on the couch. Should I take my underwear off or is that too much? Pretty sure we're headed down that road, but he'll probably still want to take the lead, so I leave them on. When he comes out he lays on the couch with me, propping his head on my breasts and his hand on my waist, but it doesn't feel sexual.

Soon he closes his eyes and doses off. Must've gotten the itis from all the food. Or maybe he's tired from our little dance session. Or whatever he was doing before he got here. "I guess you're more human than I thought," I say to the top of his head. Admittedly this isn't the way I pictured the night going , but Hisoka falling asleep in my arms isn't half bad either. 

It's nice to know he trusts me enough to let his guard down and that we can be comfortable around each other. The face of the sweet little boy is back when he closes his eyes. I run my fingers through his hair until I eventually fall asleep too.