#two-step

[asthedeathoflight]

Every slow burn fanfiction relies on like. Miscommunication or mutual pining or whatever. Its tired. Its been done before. For this fanfiction i will be breaking out a far more underutilized method of preventing these characters from getting together. Dyke drama.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Dancing with Visions - Our Song - Two-step - Thoma

Author Notes: My first Thoma fic! The two-step (also known as the Country/Western two-step or the Texas two-step) is a style of dancing that is often done to country music in common time and involves a partner. Notably, there are a lot of different variations on this dance, making it difficult to say exactly what the correct move set is. I wrote this fic while listening to "Our Song" by Taylor Swift. Just like the rest of this series, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.

Type: Female reader/ dance/ fluff/ romance implied/ sfw

Word Count: 1375

I tapped the edge of my duster against a shelf lightly as me and Thoma both took a break from cleaning. While he was the main housekeeper of the Kamisato estate, I often came by to help out since the place was beyond large. Too large, really, to be cleaned by one man.

Or at least that was my excuse, considering there were other folks who cleaned the Kamisato estate as well. In reality, I just enjoyed hanging out with Thoma, and the Kamisato family were nice.

I twisted with mild amusement to look at the young man next to me, who never had been good about taking breaks, even when it was his scheduled break time. Even now, he stood off to the side, sweeping and humming some sort of perky little melody that had me smiling to myself.

“Do you like that song?” At my words, he twisted, looking over my way with widened eyes before laughing slightly.

“I guess so. It's a tune from my hometown that everyone used to dance to. I haven’t actually heard it since then,” He smiled as he explained, propping on his broom and causing my smile to widen at both the idea of him dancing and his slightly nostalgic tone.

At least I’d gotten him to finally take a break, but if I didn’t do something soon he’d be right back at working.

I laid my duster down, abandoning it on the shelf, and walked over to him before holding out my hands and smiling at him, “Show me?”

He blinked at me, his green eyes wide, before the full meaning of my words seemed to register, and he jolted. Immediately chuckling with a slight flush appearing on his face as he shook his head, “Oh, I was never much good at dancing. If you want to spare your toes, you probably don’t want to dance with me.”

I felt my grin spread teasingly as I took his hands in mine, swinging them lightly between us, “I can lead then.”

He laughed at my teasing words but grasped my hands in return, “If you’re that determined, we can dance, but I have to tell you, it’s nothing impressive.”

I shook my head slightly, half amused by his determination to warn me off dancing with him when he should’ve known he wasn’t getting out of this now.

I rested one hand on his shoulder and tilted my head to the side as I held his gaze with a smile, “I’ll be the judge of that, so lead on.”

He snorted, already swaying with me slightly as he rested one hand on my waist but continued holding my hand with his other one.

“It’s not really that hard, stepwise. You just step together like this,” He spoke quietly, looking down at our feet as he explained. And, with only his words as a warning, he shifted forward with two short little steps, starting with his left foot, before stopping with his feet side by side.

And I obediently shifted backwards with him, starting instinctively with my right and stopping just like he did. With my feet side-by-side.

He bobbed his head with a smile, looking back up at me, “Yep, just like that. And now you just go like you're walking backwards for two steps.”

He bounced our joined hands as a signal and started guiding me backwards at a steady walking pace as he looked down at our feet once more, “And one, two.”

He nodded, letting go of my waist and stepping backwards, “Yeah, like that. Easy. Now you know the two-step.”

I grinned, keeping his hand in mine and tugging him back towards me, causing him to stumble forward with a surprised, laughter-filled, “Woah,” as I tilted my head at him.

“And now we can dance since you’ve taught me how,” I couldn’t keep the amusement out of my tone, and he laughed lightly. Not surprised in the slightest by my antics, even as he shook his head slightly.

I squeezed his hand slightly, my voice taking on a more wheedling tone, “Come on, Thoma. It’ll make for a fun break.”

He grinned then, amusement creeping into his eyes as he shook his head slightly before meeting my gaze, “I’d wondered what this was about. You’re just wanting to make sure I take my break.”

I almost pouted at how quickly he figured out my scheme, “You never do take breaks like you should, and you work so hard.”

He tilted his head, still amused even as he looked at me with an expression that told me he had no intention of giving way to my pleas, “I’m not tired, though, so there’s no need for me to take a break. If I get tired, I’ll rest. If not, I’ll just keep working.”

I sighed, letting his hand drop in slight defeat, “Fine. I really would like to dance with you some time, though. It sounds fun.”

I stepped back, smiling at him slightly as I turned, even though I knew there was no way I was getting my way. After all, there were few as devoted as Thoma was to his employers, and his housekeeping job was just one of his ways of showing that devotion.

I didn’t get to walk very far away though, as my hand got caught in his warm grasp, causing my eyes to widen in surprise before I looked back at him as he sighed with a smile on his face that told me he wasn’t upset with me in the slightest, even as he pulled me back over to where he stood, “Since you really do want to, just one dance.”

 I felt myself brighten at his words, and I chuckled slightly as we both reentered our starting positions before we started rotating across the floor with those simple steps he’d taught me, “You said you weren’t good at this dance, but you seem to be doing just fine to me.”

 I eyed him closely, still smiling as he shook his head slightly, pulling his gaze up from our feet and to my face with a slight smile, “Yeah, but these are the simplest steps there are, and they’re the only way I can do this dance.” 

He fell silent as we continued at the simple steady beat before he let out an almost sheepish chuckle, “It is kind of weird dancing without any music, though.”

I lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug, having already relaxed into the simple steps of our dance, “You could hum that tune you were humming before. It’s nice.”

He chuckled again, amusement flickering in his eyes at my words, “Dancing and now humming, you’re full of ideas today.”

I grinned at his words but shook my head, “Humming shouldn’t be embarrassing, though. You hum all the time while you work.”

His eyes widened at my words, and he blinked slightly before tilting his head quizzically, “I do?”

I laughed slightly, nodding as I answered, “Yeah, you hum all the time. In fact, that tune you were humming earlier might as well be our song with how much you hum it when we’re together.”

“I-” His voice died as he let out a flustered sound, and I laughed at his reaction. He shook his head though, meeting my gaze once more, “I didn’t realize I hummed it that much. It must be starting to get on your nerves if that’s the case.”

He gave a nervous chuckle, and I shook my head, “Not at all. I like it. It’s a nice song, but what’s it called?”

He blinked at me, and I felt a smile creeping across my face as I realized that, if his expression were anything to go by, he didn’t actually know the name of his song. But then he smiled, surprising me with the grin that curved across his face.

He lifted his hand, an obvious cue for me to spin, which I obediently did, only to get stopped with my back to his chest as he stopped moving us progressively across the floor. I glanced up at him in confusion, only to see him grinning at me as he answered my previous question with a single word, “Ours.”

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