Big Bad Wolfie

8) That's Cute

Awe!

Ow!
 
  Ah!
 
  Okay, I need to put a stop to this!

"You're really bad at this," I chuckled.

  "What?"

  "Dancing. You have no rhythm," I smirked, shaking my head.

  "I do too have rhythm!"

  He continued to steer me out of rhythm, and stepped on my foot. Again.

  "Do not! And you keep running me into people!" I chuckled again at his expense.

  "No I —"

  He ran me into another person.

  He sighed, "well. . . I —"

  "Here, let me show you," I smiled up at him.

It's kinda cute that he's so bad at this.

  "First," at some point while dancing, his hand on the small of my back had slid up to my shoulder(for some weird reason). We're in an awkward position with my arm still uncomfortably resting over his. We had leaned in closer, though. Weather he was pulling my shoulders closer to him consciously or not, or I was leaning in without me realizing, I don't know, but I removed his hand and put it back in the right place. "This isn't a middle school dance," I grinned up at him through my dark lashes. "It's more classy with the hand on the hip."

  His eyes stayed on my face. The feeling of him looking through me came back. "Says who?" He asked quietly, sounding distracted.

  "Says me," I told him, trying to ignore his intense gray gaze.

You have a mutual dislike for each other, you have a mutual dislike for each other.

  Mate!

  No!

  "Second, the rhythm is, one two three, one two three," I guided him coolly, the amused smirk still on my face. "Not one two, two and a half, three four, one, one and a half, twothree."

He rolled his eyes. "yeah, yeah"

We kept dancing, and right before we plowed into another couple I stopped us both and redirected us.

"Isn't the guy supposed to lead the girl?" He raised his eyebrow as we continued on dancing.

"Isn't the guy supposed to keep on tempo and have at least a tiny bit of coordination?"

  Another eye roll.

  I grinned, just because of how human he's being right now — and I get to make fun of him for it. Not acting like a stone wall and all.

Even if I can usually see through the cracks, it's still nice.

  I continued to guide us through the dance floor. I know it's generally the guys part, but I'm not that bad at it. I get some practice when I dance with the little kids from the house for fun.

After a while he started getting the hang of it and took back control.

Correction, I gave him back control.

We had danced for a couple more minutes when he randomly let out this question(it was more of a statement but. . .).

  "You know you're mine, right?" He asked, out of the blue. Face unreadable, still looking through me.

  Well, that wasn't abrupt at all.

  "A bit possessive over your war prisoners, huh?"

"Ha. Ha," he said flatly.