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[A Normal Life] Dance Party
Title: Dance Party
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Universe: A Normal Life
Relationship: Stefan Salvatore / Elena Gilbert
Rating: PG
Summary: Elena hosts an impromptu dance party of one, just because she can - and of course, her thoughtful boyfriend interrupts her at the best part.
Notes: I have no clue where this came from, but I hope you enjoy the fluff!
When she thought no one was looking, Elena danced. She swung her arms wildly in the air to the rhythm of her iPod, twirling incessantly to the catchy melody from her latest anime (this week, The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya). Sometimes, she'd grab a spoon from the kitchen and sing along - off-key, mind you - to the lyrics.
It was so fulfilling that for a few moments, she could forget the world around her. She could forget that her parents had died a few months ago; she could forget about her sullen, moody kid brother upstairs; and she could even forget about Jenna studying at Whitmore. The kitchen was her sacred space, and by God, she was reclaiming it as hers.
Her imaginary dance partners didn't have feet to trip over, and hey, some days, she needed this impromptu dance party of one. There was no better way to kill an afternoon!
Except one time, halfway through belting out the chorus, the back door had swung open, and Stefan had stared at her with the blankest expression she'd ever witnessed on his face.
She hastily rushed to shut her iPod off, slipping onto the freshly-waxed floors--
"I've got you," Stefan said, holding her calmly (and confidently, she noted) in his arms. Pulling her close to him, he couldn't hide a laugh as he added, "You were having a dance party? And you didn't invite me?"
"Didn't think you'd like it," she pointed out, wrinkling her nose at him.
Gracefully letting her go by the barstools, he then wandered over towards the iPod. Carefully, he pulled it out of the stand and scrolled through her playlists. "Originally, no, but..."
"But...?"
He pressed play, allowing the sweet, sweet rhythms of Christmas carols fill the Gilbert kitchen. "But I think I can make an exception."
"You dork." Elena laughed wholeheartedly, grabbing his hands and intertwining them with his as she swayed along to the slow melody. "I can't dance along to these, you fiendish..."
He silenced her with a kiss, pushing her against the wall as they forgot about the outside world. In this space, where Christmas carols echoed through the ceiling, no one would miss them for a few minutes. Problem was, as much as she relished the sensation of his hands moving all across her body, she couldn't... not when her dance party was well underway, and she was a hot, sweaty mess (no pun intended).
Reluctantly pushing him away, she reached for her iPod and resumed her playlist of high-intensity, upbeat pop music. "Come on. If you've got the audacity to crash my party, you might as well stick around for the grand finale."
Stefan rolled his eyes, yet acquiesced to her as he tapped his foot along to the rhythm.
"No, not like that, dummy. You've gotta put your whole spirit into it!"
"My whole spirit?" He wrinkled his nose at her, as he closed the distance between them and danced (off-beat) to the melody. "Now I'm certain you're making this all up."
"Duh." She jumped up to flick his nose. "That's how these things work."
"Uh-huh." He leaned down, stealing a gentle kiss before he threw himself into the rhythm.
Maybe her imaginary dance partners didn't have feet for her to trip over, but her first real dance partner wasn't bad either - in fact, she mused as she pulled herself close to him, he might be better than she imagined.
Half an hour later, Jeremy burst through the back door. "Hey, I'm... home?"
Stefan didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed as he glanced over at Jeremy. "You wanna join in?"
Jeremy tilted his head to the side. "Iiiii think I'll pass."
"Suit yourself." Elena shrugged nonchalantly, sauntering over to the iPod and switching the playlist. "Our dance party of two's gonna rock this house."
"If it hasn't already..." Jeremy rolled his eyes at them. "I'd say get a room, but Jenna and Damon might wanna join you later."
Stefan and Elena exchanged wary glances as they said - in perfect unison, "Wait, is it...?"
"Family Dinner Night? Yeah. Jenna's making her cheesecake. Again."
Without another word, Jeremy dashed upstairs, leaving them to stare and sigh at one another.
"On second thought," Elena began, "Maybe we'll take a raincheck?"
Stefan awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Sounds like a plan."
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Universe: A Normal Life
Relationship: Stefan Salvatore / Elena Gilbert
Rating: PG
Summary: Elena hosts an impromptu dance party of one, just because she can - and of course, her thoughtful boyfriend interrupts her at the best part.
Notes: I have no clue where this came from, but I hope you enjoy the fluff!
When she thought no one was looking, Elena danced. She swung her arms wildly in the air to the rhythm of her iPod, twirling incessantly to the catchy melody from her latest anime (this week, The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya). Sometimes, she'd grab a spoon from the kitchen and sing along - off-key, mind you - to the lyrics.
It was so fulfilling that for a few moments, she could forget the world around her. She could forget that her parents had died a few months ago; she could forget about her sullen, moody kid brother upstairs; and she could even forget about Jenna studying at Whitmore. The kitchen was her sacred space, and by God, she was reclaiming it as hers.
Her imaginary dance partners didn't have feet to trip over, and hey, some days, she needed this impromptu dance party of one. There was no better way to kill an afternoon!
Except one time, halfway through belting out the chorus, the back door had swung open, and Stefan had stared at her with the blankest expression she'd ever witnessed on his face.
She hastily rushed to shut her iPod off, slipping onto the freshly-waxed floors--
"I've got you," Stefan said, holding her calmly (and confidently, she noted) in his arms. Pulling her close to him, he couldn't hide a laugh as he added, "You were having a dance party? And you didn't invite me?"
"Didn't think you'd like it," she pointed out, wrinkling her nose at him.
Gracefully letting her go by the barstools, he then wandered over towards the iPod. Carefully, he pulled it out of the stand and scrolled through her playlists. "Originally, no, but..."
"But...?"
He pressed play, allowing the sweet, sweet rhythms of Christmas carols fill the Gilbert kitchen. "But I think I can make an exception."
"You dork." Elena laughed wholeheartedly, grabbing his hands and intertwining them with his as she swayed along to the slow melody. "I can't dance along to these, you fiendish..."
He silenced her with a kiss, pushing her against the wall as they forgot about the outside world. In this space, where Christmas carols echoed through the ceiling, no one would miss them for a few minutes. Problem was, as much as she relished the sensation of his hands moving all across her body, she couldn't... not when her dance party was well underway, and she was a hot, sweaty mess (no pun intended).
Reluctantly pushing him away, she reached for her iPod and resumed her playlist of high-intensity, upbeat pop music. "Come on. If you've got the audacity to crash my party, you might as well stick around for the grand finale."
Stefan rolled his eyes, yet acquiesced to her as he tapped his foot along to the rhythm.
"No, not like that, dummy. You've gotta put your whole spirit into it!"
"My whole spirit?" He wrinkled his nose at her, as he closed the distance between them and danced (off-beat) to the melody. "Now I'm certain you're making this all up."
"Duh." She jumped up to flick his nose. "That's how these things work."
"Uh-huh." He leaned down, stealing a gentle kiss before he threw himself into the rhythm.
Maybe her imaginary dance partners didn't have feet for her to trip over, but her first real dance partner wasn't bad either - in fact, she mused as she pulled herself close to him, he might be better than she imagined.
Half an hour later, Jeremy burst through the back door. "Hey, I'm... home?"
Stefan didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed as he glanced over at Jeremy. "You wanna join in?"
Jeremy tilted his head to the side. "Iiiii think I'll pass."
"Suit yourself." Elena shrugged nonchalantly, sauntering over to the iPod and switching the playlist. "Our dance party of two's gonna rock this house."
"If it hasn't already..." Jeremy rolled his eyes at them. "I'd say get a room, but Jenna and Damon might wanna join you later."
Stefan and Elena exchanged wary glances as they said - in perfect unison, "Wait, is it...?"
"Family Dinner Night? Yeah. Jenna's making her cheesecake. Again."
Without another word, Jeremy dashed upstairs, leaving them to stare and sigh at one another.
"On second thought," Elena began, "Maybe we'll take a raincheck?"
Stefan awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Sounds like a plan."