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+ The Dance +

Who: Everyone!
Where: Yasogami HS gymnasium
When: Evening of Wednesday, July 16
Rating: PG(-13)
Summary: It's your chance do your dance
The Story: After the culture festival wraps up on Wednesday afternoon, all students are invited to a dance in the gymnasium! There are snacks and drinks (non-alcoholic, of course!), as well as cheesy paper decorations made by the student council members.

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[Fun? Bigby has never experienced such a wide variety of emotions in such a small amount of time. He's nervous and anxious when she walks away to get some punch or talk to some friends. He's pissy and jealous when those friends end up being other guys. And when she's around him, he feels like the biggest moron in the world, unable to do much but just grin stupidly and search for words to tie together and form sentences.

Her arm around his own makes him feel ten feet tall and he wraps his arm around her waist, feeling as though he's just won all of the contests in the entire world.]

Yes. I'm having lots of fun. You know, this is my first dance? I'm actually really happy I didn't step on your feet out there. My Mom would be happy that I still remember the steps five years later.

[ well, as long as fun is somewhere in there. because she's having a blast, a nice sort of nervous energy keeping her up on her feet, buzzing from one side of the room to the other. but nervous wouldn't really be the right word for it, would it? butterflies, maybe, a certain kind of way she feels when she looks over and sees bigby watching her. knowing he's there to be with her.

his arm around her waist feels like she's flying, so maybe she'll be able to reach him up there. ]

It is? [ she sounds a little shocked, but then it just shifts back into a smile, her hand settling on his chest. ] You haven't danced in five years? You were great.

[When she puts her hand on his chest his heart starts to beat hard and fast. He slides his own over hers and squeezes it warmly, smiling down at her. Is there anyone else in the room? Because he really couldn't tell you what was happening. All that mattered was that she was smiling up at him and telling him how great he was. Great! No one ever used that word when they described Bigby but when she says it, he begins to believe that maybe it might be true.]

Thanks. You were wonderful yourself. I couldn't ask for a better dance partner. Well, maybe more of you but... one of you is fine. In fact, it's perfect.

[ her chest flutters a bit at the feeling of his hand wrapping around her's. settling in against his side is easy, almost too easy, and even with the thumping of the music around them she just kind of wants to stay there.

mary margaret's hand squeezes his jacket a little, since she can't quite squeeze his hand back, and she laughs. ]

Stop! You're making me blush. I was not perfect, not even close.

You're not perfect but that's what makes you perfect, does that make sense?

[He could feel her squeeze his jacket and step closer and his heart makes an impossible leap into his throat. Still, he smiles and with that hand that covers her own, reaches out to brush her hair away from her face.]

Can I tell you something? I don't think I'd be here if it wasn't for you and I don't mean just the dance. I've been kicked out of more schools than I can count and I tried to get kicked out of this one, until I saw you at the Kendo club. I don't think I want to be any place where you're not.

[It might sound like a line but he's completely sincere and he lowers his head when he talks to her so as to keep the secret between them. He's frightened to expose himself like this. She could hurt him but he trusts her which is more than he can say for most.]

[ she opens her mouth to respond, to say something about how that doesn't make sense and he's just being ridiculous, but she ends up stopping. turning a bright red sort of color that clashes just a little bit with the white lace of her dress.

but then he's brushing hair away from her face and mary margaret just sticks close to him, not really sure what would happen if she were to let go. which is a good idea, in hindsight, considering what he tells her next.

even if she gives him something of a confused look, less grinning or blushing and more concerned. so much that she almost doesn't notice just how close he is to her. ]

Why did you want to get kicked out? [ that's when her hand tightens again, like there's some kind of chance he might try and run now. which is a little irrational, sure, but she doesn't want him to move. ] I want you to stay here, at school. I wouldn't be able to see you if you weren't.

[His face falls a bit, his anger melting into sadness which usually stayed hidden behind his rough exterior.]

My father keeps me here and I hate him. If I get kicked out then he has to deal with me. He has to deal with what he did to my mother.

[He pauses for a moment, uncertain if he should continue. But she's looking up at him with wide eyes and he finds that he wants to explain to her, to tell her everything. He's never really spoken about it in great length but he gets the sense that maybe she would understand.]

My father left when I was little. I don't really remember him at all, but I do remember my mother. She was very happy but after he left it was like something was missing. She was so... sad. When she died, he didn't even acknowledge us when she died. The day after she passed, though, my older brothers just up and left! They ran to him and his money. I didn't want to go, I refused to go but because I'm not old enough to take care of myself I was forced to go live with him. He didn't even look at me before he shipped me off to my first school. He doesn't talk to me, only to arrange my enrollment at some other school when I fuck things up here.

[As he talks his voice becomes more strained, more angry. He his whispering and it's clear that he has not dealt with any of these emotions besides lashing out at others. Finally, he takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax before he frightens Mary Margaret.]

I'm sorry. He just makes me so angry. It's why I don't talk about him much.

[ to her credit, mary margaret doesn't seem too too affected by the way his tone shifts. her eyes might grow a little wider when he mentions his mother dying, the way his father treated him. her face might go a little pale when he mentions his brothers running off, about trying to get kicked out just to give his father more grief, punishment for what he did.

she looks at him entirely nonjudgmental, though, merely listening. prepared to let him go on and on. even as his anger becomes apparently, dripping off every word, she doesn't pull away from him. if anything, her fingers tug a bit at his jacket, trying to get his attention back to her. ]

What your father did is awful; he shouldn't have left you and your brothers and your mother like that. But Bigby- [ her eyes get a bit sad here, almost pained. ] Trying to get revenge on him by going to school and getting kicked out of them over and over is only going to hurt you. You deserve a chance to go somewhere and make friends and have people care about you. You deserve that.

[ she hasn't noticed the way the hand that had been on his chest is still holding the fabric of his suit jacket a little tight. doesn't notice the way she tugs on it a little. the dance might still be going on around them, but all she could care about in this moment is this. ]

Please don't get kicked out of this school. Please.

[Her intensity is unexpected and he's captivated by her words. She tugs on his jacket and for the first time he feels like someone gives a damn about him and what he does. Sure, his friends are there to get his back in a fight but this is different than that. She's asking - no, almost begging him - to stay. What sort of asshole would he be if he didn't try to stick around for her?

He smiles down at her as she insists that he deserves to have people care about him, that he should do his best not to get kicked out. God, could anyone look so beautiful?]

I promise. For you, I'll do everything I can to toe the line. I'll be good. As long as I have you that's all I need.

[He reaches up to brush a strand of hair from her face, his heart suddenly thumping hard in his chest. He doesn't think before he's leaning his head down, closing his eyes and brushing his lips lightly against hers, bumping his nose against her own in an awkward first kiss.]

[ the thing about mary margaret is that she does care. probably more than she should, more than she should be able. but it's like once a switch has been flicked, and she's decided that she's going to care, there's no going back. bigby had that switch flicked the moment she started noticing how often he showed up to her practice, how he'd have his eyes on her. she was curious, she wondered, and now they're here.

past or no past, she's made her decision now, and that decision has her with a fistfull of his jacket and a soft sight when he looks down at her and smiles, like that one expression can take all the worry she has for him off her shoulders. and even if the smile isn't able to do that, his words definitely do, bringing light back to her eyes. has her smiling right back. ]

Good, I'm- [ but then there's his hand, there's him, and he's leaning down and closing his eyes and mary margaret's heart is beating a hundred miles a minute. she might faint, she might fall right then and there, but then their noses bump and her smile turns into a grin, a soft laugh.

because she's happy.

so whether or not he pulls away from her because of her reaction, whether or not he gets scared or even notices at all, her hands loosen from his jacket. slide up his chest to his neck to help pull her up on her toes as she leans in a little more slowly, pressing her lips back against his. ]

[Her laugh makes him flush red, a bit embarrassed and a little self-conscious of his poor attempt at a kiss. But then her hand slides around his neck and she's kissing him back and whatever embarrassment he felt was pushed away in the amazing realization that she was kissing him.

His arm wrapped around her waist and he lifted her a bit, turning his head so that he could kiss her more deeply. He'd never kissed anyone before but he'd seen movies and he followed his instincts, keeping the kiss sweet. He parts his lips experimentally, sliding his tongue against her bottom lip and maybe it's the lip gloss or just her but she tastes of cinnamon and he can't decide if there's a better taste in the entire world.]

[ it's a little different than she imagined it.

and maybe that's just because her imagination is so all over the place. because she's spent years acting out books, reading about love, hearing the way things happen to writers who know their way around words. it's different, because of that, but not bad. not bad at all. if anything, it makes her chest swell up a little, feeling his arms wrap around her waist, feeling him lift her (an entirely different reason to swoon all together, honestly), and without even thinking about it her right leg lifts up a little more. kicks out because he's definitely got her off the ground by now, so does this count as flying?

because that's how she feels. honestly, and truly, and more than she could describe to anyone.

it's something different, tasting him and feeling him and being totally at home with it all, no matter how different and new it all seems at the same time. her heart is still speeding right along, but it's not making her nervous, or worried. something about bigby manages to both excited her and calm her, and that juxtaposition is weirdly addicting

so for now she's just happy to react, gasping a little at the swipe of his tongue, but curious. interested. still kissing him even if she doesn't really know what she's doing, her arms tight around his neck. ]

[Nothing matters any more. Everything up until this moment feels silly, ridiculously so. He would do anything she asked and more. It scared him, a little, because he saw what happened to his mom once his Dad left, saw what happens when you give yourself too much to someone else but he can't stop himself. He's fifteen years old and he already knows that no one would make him feel the way, even if he were to search for the rest of his life.

Damn it. The girl was supposed to get swept away, not the boy. He was getting this fairy tale all wrong.

But her arms were around his neck and she was holding him close, still pressing his lips to her own and he decides it's alright to be the one to fall head over heels. He tights his arm around her waist, hugging her tight before resting her back on the ground again.

Air. He needs to remember how to breathe.]

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