dancing
“Lena! I don’t dance!”
Lena scoffed and looked across the room to the showcase of ballet trophies and medals, all won by kara. She looked back at her girlfriend with an eyebrow raised in question.
“Okay.. I don’t do this kind of dance. I do ballet, not.. Ballroom!” Kara looked down at her girlfriend’s extended arm and frowned.
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll lead. You just wrap your arms around my neck and let me do the rest. I promise, you’ll enjoy it.” Lena smiled hopefully, her arm still extended towards the blonde
After a long, over dramatic groan, Kara took the woman’s hand with a small smile. She giggled as Lena pulled her close up against her body before dropping her hand and sliding her arms around Kara’s petite waist. Kara’s arms wrapped around the brunette's neck and with a smile, Lena started to sway. Kara followed along suite, locking her eyes with Lena’s. After a couple moments, Kara tucked her head onto Lena’s shoulder, and Lena then pulled Kara closer so their chests had just touched. A soft kiss was placed ontop of Kara’s head. With a small smirk, Kara murmured:
“So, does this mean tomorrow i can teach you how to do an Échappé?”
Lena’s laughter filled the room, her chest rumbling against Kara’s, “not a hope in hell, darling.”
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A couple months later as Lena was watching Kara in her morning training session, she looked down at the ring in her hand and smiled. She was no dancer, but this dancer was hers.