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cheion-writes · 5 years

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for @eydika - Dawn/Ricardo dancing together, because they deserve all the softness in the world.

Humming a tune softly under his breath, his hand rests above yours, gently taking them into your own. As your eyes raise to meet his own, his smile turns coy as he slides closer to you. “Dawn,” he murmurs into your ear. “Thank you for agreeing to this.” Slowly, he tugs you forward, a hand holding yours and an arm around your waist. Continuing to hum, he gently guides your movement. As you both sway as one to the beat. A step forward, a step to the left. Right. Left. Right. Left.

It begins slow at first; just as hesitant as your first step into the world. But regardless of how stiff and clumsy your movements may be, he does not complain. For you’re dancing all the same. Well and truly dancing.

It’s what you’d never expected to do.

It came as a surprise to both to you and him when you said yes, if the raised eyebrows and slacked mouth were anything to go by. After all, you’d said no for so long. Hadn’t you? “I’ve the rhythm of a stone,” you had told him repeatedly. “Well,” he replied with that all-too familiar smile. “Then it’s a good thing I’m strong enough to carry you.”

You’d always slapped him on the back and said “no” all the same. But you don’t really know what made you change your mind this time.

You swallow hard as he begins to sing in earnest now, his voice a deep rumble as the quiet music plays in the background. As the song goes on, you’re increasingly aware of just how close you are. That his broad frame is coming up too close before you.

Your heart thumps so loudly, ears too pink. It isn’t fair; you’d just meant for this to be a quiet night. You’d never expected yourself to agree to dancing, of all things. But how is it that he’s always able to charm the stupidest decisions out of you? That he’s always able to make you feel this way?

“You’re doing well,” he says. And of course he’s using that quietly affectionate voice he reserves only for you.

Your cheeks burn. “Shut up,” you grumble. “Step on me and I’ll slug you in the gut.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” He actually twirls you around at that, and your uncoordinated feet stumble as you feel yourself spin once, twice, before you tip backward.

Into his arms. His hands wrapped around your back; too soft. Too close. Too warm.

“Get off,” you growl as you try to push him away. He still continues to hold you though. Still continues to stare at you, a stupidly smug grin upon his face.

“I’d like to,” he says. And the grin grows wider. “But you’re stepping on my foot.”

You blink. And look down. And see your heel is resting upon his right foot. Your cheek heat up even further. “Get your foot out from underneath my foot.”

He snorts at that, before a sly smile spreads over his face. “If you insist,” he says causally. And oh no, the smug grin is growing more triumphant – and you can’t read his mind; you have no idea what he’s about to do, just that it’s going to be something reckless and stupid, and -

Then he actually yanks his foot out from beneath you.

The movement is so sudden, so unexpected that you tip over with an undignified yelp.

He catches you, of course.

The smooth asshole.

His too-vibrant eyes, framed with a mop of dark curls, stare deep into yours as he slowly lifts you upright. For some reason, you don’t cuss him out, don’t push him away even as he interlaces his fingers with your own. As he presses his forehead against yours.

“Shall we continue this dance?” he asks, voice too soft and husky.

You swallow hard. “I think I’ve had enough of dancing,” you manage. “Can we just kiss instead?”

He laughs, eyes glowing with delight. “Your wish is my command.” You find yourself smiling back as he chuckles softly and leans in to kiss you. You do likewise, fingers tousled in his hair. The moustache tickles your face but you do not complain.

It takes you a moment to realize that his hand – a hand that could zap enough lightning to take out the electricity of an entire block – is resting just behind your head.

One shot, and he could kill you.

But you trust him not to.

It’s a startling revelation, not that you’d ever admit it to him. Sidestep was your namesake. You’ve sidestepped greater threats than he. You’ve sidestepped all hints of love, of care and concern, believing that these wonders were never meant for those such as you. You were taught never to love. Never to trust. Never to believe in anyone but yourself.

But one Ricardo Ortega may just be the first person who broke all the rules you’ve set for yourself. Who dove past all your barriers and the walls you’ve erected in a dazzling display of speed and lightning. Who, against all odds, found the true Dawn Beccera within.

Seven years ago, you fell in love with the man who saved you in more ways than he will ever know. And seven years later, you find that the love you share burns just as brightly as before.

Maybe this was never what you were meant to be - but since when were you one for following the rules anyway? Because you’re Dawn Beccera. You’re real. You deserve to love and be loved.

And you find that you’re learning to be at peace with that.

#fallen hero: rebirth #eydika #dawn #my writing #chargestep #they make for such a lovely couple #and i want them to be happy!

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