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Dancing Meme👑

Dancing well takes serious skill and talent, but just about anyone can shake their hips or tap their feet to a beat. No matter your competency in cutting the rug, there's some pleasure to be found in letting loose and moving your body to the music. Not to mention... sometimes it's fun to get all dressed up! (And if not, then perhaps in seeing a partner all dressed up?)

So, let your cares go and let's dance!

Prompts

1. prom
It's the biggest social event of the year - provided you're still in high school! Do you have the guts to ask your crush to the dance, or are you more the shy wallflower type? How about a platonic date with your bestie?

2. ballroom
Ah, the formal gala: it's prom for adults! Dress in your finest and get yourself a partner for a tango or a waltz. It's for charity, after all.

3. alone
Do a little jig in the kitchen, or enjoy a living room slowdance with a significant other to the dulcet tones of your smart speaker.

4. club
You're hitting the clubs and you're ready to grind! What better place to meet new people who know how to have fun?

5. competition
You take dance very seriously. Like, competition-level seriously. Practice with a partner, or face off against a rival.

6. traditional
Let me show you the dance of my people, from the village-wide revelry of a summertime bon odori to the sensual swing of the hula.

7. adult
Some dances are For Adult Eyes Only. And yes, poles and laps may be involved.

8. wildcard
Anything goes!

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For the majority of her life, Wanda would say she had no real particular preference about heights. Mostly, she was fairly certain that was true. In moments like this, though, when she could gaze down at Natasha, or when she did the tiptoes for a kiss thing...

Well, in those moments, it would be a lie. Who would be able to resist that?

"С Рождеством, любимый." It felt like a moment where she ought to say something else, but there weren't any other words that sprang right to mind, so for the moment Wanda just swayed, squeezing Nat's shoulders gently, and then tilted her head to steal another kiss. "Я люблю тебя."

Natasha raised her hands to cup Wanda's cheeks, thumbs stroking gently over her cheeks as she drank her in with soft eyes. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of her belly, warmth spread out from her chest to the tips of her fingers and toes. There was something particularly special about hearing Wanda speaking Russian; it had always made her swoon a bit, having someone else she could talk to in her mother tongue, someone who wasn't hissing orders into her ear.

"I love you," she echoed, smiling as she closed in for yet another kiss. "Я всегда любил тебя."

She could just hear the boys (and Carol) teasing her for this, but she didn't care. She had lived too long with regrets about her choices in her relationship with Wanda - how she'd acted when the team was falling apart, the distance she'd forced between them, both physical and emotional. There had been upsides to that situation, like finding Yelena and her parents again, taking down the Red Room together, but she had spent five and a half long years wishing she had made a different choice, said all the things she wanted to say before Wanda was gone.

Enough time had been wasted. She'd realized that when she'd finally set out to make things right. She wasn't going to waste anymore, and frankly, she was too old for self-consciousness.

If a moment like this happened in front of even a small audience of their friends and teammates, one way or another any opportunity for teasing would be very short. This was better, though, this little bubble all their own, keeping this moment intact. Wanda could live in it for years, swaying around the room with her knees all weak and that not mattering at all since she was already leaning on Natasha.

She drew that next kiss out, and then only moved enough to press kisses over both her cheeks, too. "I love that look on your face, too. And the way you touch my face like that. And how many nights like this we have."

Nat hummed her agreement, thumbs tracing a path along those sharp cheekbones. The quiet they had here, the opportunity for intimacy, was so unlike the first time they'd been together. There was no chance of anyone else walking in. No Sam, Steve, Tony, Vision with his penchant for phasing through walls uninvited. This place was her own, her separation from the team, and having Wanda here filled it up in a way even her sister couldn't quite touch.

"Stay," she said. Her eyes raised to Wanda's. "Not just tonight." That was a given, of course. "You've been here more often than not lately. You should stay, more permanently."

It was a big ask, and perhaps it wasn't one she should have made. They had done it before, shared space in the Compound after a very short amount of time. Nat had wanted to take things a bit slower this time, after how they'd ended, but so much of that had already been picking up right back where they'd left off. It was almost impossible not to, and everything in her still urged that instinct on.

Oh. It wasn't exactly a surprising question, it couldn't really be with how often they both talked and joked about serious future things like this, but it was still a big question and there was no changing that showing in her face.

There was really no chance Wanda was going to say no, she'd had trouble with her half empty bed before they reconnected and goodness knows that had not gotten any easier or more pleasant to sleep in. It doesn't feel right to just say yes instantly either, though, probably there were things they should consider, she should, other than a cold bed and how nice it would be in every other area as well.

And Wanda could not think of a single one. "Are you sure?"

"You know me. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure."

Natasha wasn't someone who lacked confidence, never had been. When she wanted something, she went after it and got it without hesitation. That didn't mean she was incapable of being cautious. Caution was exactly what had kept her from telling Wanda she still loved her for well over a year, even after she'd gone out to bring her home from Wundagore. It hadn't been the right time, not while Wanda was grieving Vision.

That barrier was gone now. They were together, and while their relationship was different than it had once been, it was good. Nat had always hoped this would be it for her, and she knew that wasn't changing now. This wasn't an impulse; it was a natural progression in a lasting relationship.

"It doesn't have to be now," she assured her. "My home is yours, baby. I'll want you here whenever you're ready, no matter when that is."

"No, you're right, I know you wouldn't. Had you planned on asking that tonight, though?"

That didn't actually matter, Wanda supposed. It wasn't going to have any effect on her answer or even her opinion of the question coming up this evening. Getting back together and that conversation hadn't been planned either, and that had turned out, was turning out, better than she would have guessed beforehand.

"No, honestly, I don't see any reason to wait. It just seemed like something I should ask."

"I've had the thought in mind," Natasha admitted easily, finally moving her hands from Wanda's face to her waist, stroking down her hips with a soft smile. "I was waiting for the right moment. This felt like the one."

Loneliness certainly played a part in this. She loved her little apartment, but the reason she'd adopted Teddy with so little encouragement was to have another heartbeat around. But Wanda was more than that, half of her heart. She had livened up the quiet, minimalist home Natasha had made these past two months, and Natasha knew she didn't want to live without that any longer.

"That's true, I do think this was the perfect moment. Very romantic." She had to steal another slow kiss actually, cause it was only really just sinking in exactly how perfect the moment was. It wasn't some story to regularly trot out that would really interest anyone else, just a memory for the two of them, and that was honestly ideal.

"I do hate the nights I end up sleeping without you."

"So do I." Nat's hands slid around to the small of Wanda's back, fingers brushing across the waistband of her sweatpants. "You make this place more a home than it's ever been without you."

The song had long since ended, and the move had faded into the app's main screen. It gave Natasha the perfect opportunity to kiss her girlfriend's chin and take a step back, leading her back toward the bedroom, looking up at her with clear meaning in her eyes. "What do you say we get to celebrating?"

Dance

and of course now I'm wide awake lol

my sincerest sympathies <3

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