you're charming & you're gentle | auron x reader
TAGS: drabble, gn reader, fluff, second person
WORD COUNT: 445
“You know, if you wanted me to take you dancing, you could’ve just asked.” Auron’s dress socks pad on the kitchen tile as he shifts about, adjusting the sleeves of his button-up and straightening his suit jacket.
“No, I wanted to take you dancing,” you retort while making a centerpiece out of the bouquet he’d brought you. “Just because I can’t swing a fancy place like you doesn’t mean I can’t treat you.”
He laughs lightly, which you might’ve taken offense to if you weren’t trying to make this the perfect night. It wasn’t often that Auron was in your apartment, so you thought this date should be special.
The room dim with candlelight and slow music emitting softly from your phone speaker, you did your best to emulate that upscale atmosphere you’d grown so familiar with. You beckon your lover forward to join you at the center of the kitchen floor.
He approaches you. “Yes, Dear?”
You outstretch a hand to him. ”May I have this dance?”
Auron smiles coyly. He takes your hand, warm lips grazing over your knuckles. “Of course.”
Your left hand links comfortably to his right, your other hand resting on his shoulder and his on your waist. The two of you step and twirl and sway for a while, basking in the music and how the firelight dances on your faces. Your lips curl into a small smile. Auron admires you through half-lidded eyes with that softness that always emerged when you were alone together.
“Something on your mind?” you ask innocently.
“Nothing,” he feigns in jest, his hand now at your back drawing you in that bit closer. “Just how lucky I am.”
“Really? I thought I was the lucky one.”
“Well, if you insist,” he concedes, “I suppose we could both be.”
Auron slows the both of you to a stop, the pause urging you to meet his gaze. Before you can even tilt your head to look at him, though, he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger to press his lips to yours, gentle and reverent. And when he pulls away, you swear that there’s the slightest tinge of rosiness about his cheeks. It’s not like you can tease him for it this time; there’s a warmth rising to your face, too.
You sling your arms around his neck, both of Auron’s hands now at your waist. “What was that for?”
“I just wanted to thank you for tonight, Rook. It really has been lovely, even if I’m not usually the one getting… ‘treated.’”
“Oh,” you coo, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear and cupping his face. “Anything for you.”
