Flow like the Wind

Annabelle Lilly. 25. Switch. Dance Teacher at Tampa Community Center. Tomboy. The biggest challenge of life is to be yourself in a world that is trying to make you like everyone else.

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Thank you for inviting me. 

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you had me at hello → morbelle

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switchingpryce:

“Pryce, your girlfriend’s my hero!” The tips of his ears flooded with warmth as the call carried itself across the lounge. He turned on his heel sharply to find McGuire, an older paramedic on their squad, giving him a broad grin as he dug into some of the donuts Belle had brought along with her. Some small, bashful part of him wanted to bury his face in his hands and pretend he wasn’t blushing so hard he was almost certain most of his blood flow had been redirected into his face and the surrounding areas. He grumbled lightly to himself, reaching into the fridge to collect the milk and give his face some much needed time to cool down. 

It wasn’t unusual for all of them to spend the better parts of their shifts teasing each other mercilessly but it was perhaps the first time Morgan had ever felt keenly impacted by their teasing. He didn’t care much that they wanted to tease him about Belle being his girlfriend but there was a distinct difference between hearing it when he was alone versus hearing it when she was standing right next to him. He slid the milk onto the counter with a distracted shove, and poked around briefly for the instant coffee they had crammed somewhere in the cabinets. 

He showed it to Belle with a bashful grin, “I told you it wouldn’t be anything fancy but if these punks,” He jerked his head towards the others on duty, “Will quiet down a smidgen, we should be able to chat no problem.” He turned away from her entirely then, busying himself setting the coffee to brew while he rubbed idly at his cheeks, hoping the blushing he seemed intent on doing in that moment would spontaneously fade away. 

Annabelle's brows rose a bit at the comment, but it didn't stop her from blushing at the same time; using her hand to stop the giggle from coming out as she saw how fast Morgan turned. Splitting her attention between Morgan as he kept his head a little too long in the fridge and the rest of the group, she see the bond that was already made between the man and the rest of the firefighters. It reminded her of herself and her own students that she taught and how much of a bond they had.

Catching the milk before it could slide off the counter where she was, Annabelle turned her full attention onto the other switch just as he found the instant coffee and showed her. "Instant coffee isn't that bad. Pretty sure I spent majority of dance camp on it." She laughed before turning her gaze to the others for a moment when he mentioned them before she lightly shrugged. "I don't foresee that happening too much, handsome." She gave the gang a wink before turning her gaze back on Morgan as he turned his back to her.

Taking a moment to just watched the man move around the kitchen being mesmerized by the way he moved. Dark eyes drifting across Morgan's back, Annabelle rested her chin on the palm of her hand with a light smile. There was no hiding her attraction for the other, and as she watched him doing something as simple as making coffee was something she could get used to watching on a daily bases. The thought pulled her straight from her dazed gaze, rubbing her cheek slightly as she felt the heat in her cheeks. That was a thought that she was keeping to herself for right now.

"Already smells good." She stated softly as the smell of coffee wafted through the air.

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switchingpryce:

Oh, you haven’t seen cocky from me yet, sweetness; but trust me, you’re gonna love it when you do. You will, huh? Do I get to know what all of those ways are? Or is this more of a surprise me as they happen deal? 

I’m not the kind of person to tell you I’ll do something if I won’t. So, yeah, that’s so. ~ I have a guitar at my apartment so, it’d be easy to lug it around if you wanted to hear it some time. Oh god, that’s so cute. You’ve gotta show me if you get your hands on that, yeah? Promise?

Then I 100% look forward to seeing a cocky side of you, handsome. Hmmm, I don’t know. Guess you’re just going to have to find out when the time comes, baby boy.

Though I like surprises, I like being told too--however, I’m not going to say don’t surprise me. Every one needs excitement in their lives. I’ll definitely keep that in mind. If I find it, I promise to show you. I might go hunting for it this weekend.

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you had me at hello → morbelle

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switchingpryce:

“Is everything okay?” A brief, concerned furrow marked his brow in the split second it took for him to half-turn towards Belle having noticed the minute pressure she’d been putting on his hand. Static flickered across his fingertips for a moment alongside the sudden urge to hold her face in the palm of his hand to assure himself that she was well; that nothing they’d done in the last few minutes had made her feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed. It had taken approximately five minutes of their conversation on Tumblr for him to decide that he was entirely devoted to getting to know the woman at his side, and he wanted to make that process as easy as possible for the pair of them. 

He took another moment to watch her, bright eyes drifting across the planes of her face with obvious interest before he untangled their fingers to open the door quickly. The cold air against his palm was an unwelcome feeling and it took only a moment for him to reach for Annabelle’s hand again; a part of him found it almost unbearable to be too far away from her already and he swallowed roughly at the thought. No one had meant that much to him since he was a teenager, and that alone made his nerves dance jigs of their own in the pit of his stomach. 

There was a clatter down the hall as he lead them towards the lounge where they spent most of their time between calls; laughter and conversation echoed as they approached and he took another slow, deep breath before they rounded the corner. “Oi, midnight snack!” He grinned broadly while he slipped the donuts onto the table and motioned for everyone in the room to have at them, tugging Annabelle in the direction of the kitchen before he made himself busy trying to track down the coffee. “Darlin’, what kind of coffee d’you drink anyhow? We haven’t got anything gourmet or whatever but it’s drinkable.”

Annabelle was a little surprised when Morgan suddenly asked if she was okay considering the small squeeze was one that was barely noticeable. Wanting to reach up and smooth away his worry lines, she gave him a smile instead. "Yeah, everything's okay." She finally replied, watching as Morgan's eyes danced around her face--which caused her to blush a little bit. She couldn't remember the last time someone looked at her like this; like she was the only thing in the world at the given moment and that made her feel giddy.

The cold air on her palm was an unwelcoming one as he opened the door to the station, one that she was finding that she didn't like. When he reached out, Annabelle happily slipped her hand into his own once more, taking a moment to lace their fingers again. The more she held onto his hand, the more she was realizing just how small her hand was compared to his own and she liked it. A small smile slipped onto her face then as she was led down the hall to where she assumed where the lounge was from all the laughing and chatter.

Hiding a little bit behind Morgan as she watched, a small laugh bubbled from her lips as the gang gathered around for the donuts before she was pulled in the direction of the kitchen. Leaning against the counter as she watched him pad around the kitchen, she thought about it for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. "Any kind of coffee is good to me--as long as you got milk and sugar. " She replied as she smiled again, really taking in Morgan's features now that they were in some light. He was even more handsome in the light and Annabelle's stomach did flips.

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switchingpryce:

I can’t imagine I’m ever going to get sick of it, so I’d say that’s a solid nickname. You’d agree, yeah? 

I do my absolute best at all times, but most of it comes very naturally. Oh please by all means: spoil me. I like to be spoiled every once in a while. Nah, they’re kind of a group of human garbage disposals— they’ll eat anything that tastes good and they’ve all got some insane sweet teeth. You’ll be the best person ever, as far as they’re concerned. 

I’ll play for you whenever you want, darlin’. You’ve just gotta let me know. ~ I’m imagining a very tiny version of you dancing around your house and it’s just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, so to speak. 

I totally agree. I don’t think I’ll ever stop calling you baby either.

Cocky, I like it. Oh, please, I’ll spoil you in so many different ways, Morgs. Good, I’ll just ask the guys are the bakery their recommendations then. I might even pick a few I know I like for them too.

Oh, that so? I might just have to think of something then. I’m pretty sure my mama has an old video of me like--2 or 3 years old, dancing in our livingroom. I’m probably going to go to their house and look for it if they don’t know where it is. :P

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you had me at hello → morbelle

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switchingpryce:

He took a deep breath when his phone buzzed, trying for a moment to make himself feel just a bit less like a rowdy teenager and more like the relatively well put together grown ass man he was. Dawson grinned broadly and made kissing faces at him as he pushed his way out into the cool night, throwing a rude gesture over his shoulder as he laughed, entirely unprepared to see Belle in the low light outside the station. “Fuck me,” The exclamation tumbled from his lips as soon as he took her in; how anyone could be that gorgeous in person, he would never know, but he made a mental note to express his very immediate interest in worshiping her for hours on end. 

“Hi, gorgeous,” His smile widened as he stepped in to hug her, being mindful of the box of donuts in her hand as he squeezed her to his side gently. “Lemme snag that for ya.” He took the donuts lazily, reaching for her hand without much of a thought before he paused and laced their fingers together. “C’mon, love, I figured I’d just make you coffee inside. Is that alright?”

He paused for a moment to study her face before he took a few steps towards the station door. Another beat and he tugged her along in the direction of the station, eager to just be with her for a while. 

Surprise wasn't the first thing that crossed her mind, but it was one of a few. A laugh bubbled from her lips at the antics that she could only assume was being thrown at Morgan from inside the station. Her attention quickly shifted as she took him in, a little disheveled from the time at work, but still handsome. If anything, it made him more handsome and Annabelle could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as they got closer. A little laugh came from her at his little exclamation, a grin growing on her face.

"Hey, handsome," She replied before happily taking the hug--Christ, he gave really good hugs already and she was going to look forward to more of his hugs in the future. "Thanks. I hope they like them. I just told the guys at the bakery to pick their favorite ones." Annabelle explained before a blush rose in her cheeks once more, looking down at their joined hands for a moment before looking back at him. "Yeah, that works. I don't think any place is open right now." She smiled while giving his hand a small squeeze. She liked the warmth that his hand gave off.

Letting Morgan tug her towards the station, she took a moment as they got closer to look at the building. It was a plain building that Annabelle had passed many times growing up but now it's going to have a reason to be looked at every time she passed it. A smile slipped onto her face then before her gaze turned to the man that was giving her a reason to look at things different and a small part of her felt weary; and that feeling made her tighten her grip slightly on Morgan's hand as they entered the station.

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you had me at hello → morbelle

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switchingpryce:

Quiet. Morgan’s shifts were rarely quiet, but he wasn’t about to tell anyone that; uttering it aloud would mean he’d have to rush off for something rather than meet Annabelle for coffee and that was the last thing he wanted to be doing with his night. Granted, waiting for his moment to finish the chores he’d been assigned and trying to do whatever it was his fellow firefighters felt he needed to do right that moment, he was practically in agony. It had been noticeable enough that almost everyone on shift with him had teased him mercilessly for nearly an hour before they felt the need to go off and do other things. 

He wasn’t entirely sure where they’d be able to get coffee so late in the evening, but he was sure if it remained this quiet he’d be able to make it for them and just sit with Belle for a while before she had to go home for whatever reason. 

He was practically bouncing on his heels as he waited for her text, poking his head out the door every so often to reassure himself that she wasn’t coming up the walk while he wasn’t paying attention. “Girlfriend here yet, Pryce?” Dawson, his best friend at the station so far, nudged him playfully as she strolled past and he stuck his tongue out petulantly in response. 

“Fuck off, Daws, she’s not my girlfriend,” A flush crept up his neck at the thought and he rolled his eyes, tapping his fingers idly against the outline of his phone in his pocket as he waited for the tell-tale ring of a text message to come through. 

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The streets were quiet as Annabelle wandered down to the firehouse from where she parked on the street, a box in hand as her free hand tried to pull her jacket closer against the wind as it picked up. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this giddy about someone she only just met, but she was still a little weary after the last time she had this feeling and she was left very wrong about them. But Annabelle had a different feel about Morgan, and he was so sweet and adorable that she couldn't help just falling for him.

Pulling out her phone as she got closer to the firehouse, she quickly sent a 'I'm coming up now’ before slipping her phone into her pocket once more. Her stomach was already doing flips with excitement and nervousness, having to stop really quick to take a deep breath and smiled.

Yeah, she was ready for what was to come.

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imessage ✉ sweet prince ♔♥

MORGAN: ughhhhhh, i'll try and prepare myself for it, babe

MORGAN: absolutely, gorgeous

MORGAN: just text me when you get here and i'll come out and grab you

BELLE: good boy

BELLE: i'll be there soon, handsome

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imessage ✉ sweet prince ♔♥

MORGAN: ummm i'm sure i could probably make it again

MORGAN: if you're planning on teasing me when we go get coffee

MORGAN: but uhhh it was somewhere between a moan and something exasperation sounding

MORGAN: you got me fucked up, belle

BELLE: i'm most def going to tease you if it means i get a sound like that from you

BELLE: i take every ounce of pride in that, baby boy

BELLE: i'll see you soon?

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imessage ✉ sweet prince ♔♥

MORGAN: ..........

MORGAN: i just made the most embarrassing goddamn noise

MORGAN: you're so fucking sexy

MORGAN: i am a weak man and you are so fucking sexy

MORGAN: fucking hell

BELLE: you’re gonna have to tell me About this noise later baby

BELLE: ;)

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imessage ✉ sweet prince ♔♥

BELLE: [ attached image: https://i.imgur.com/32WrCyf.jpg ]

BELLE: woke up thinking about you, baby boy.

BELLE: can't wait for our coffee date. ;)

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switchingpryce:

I mention how much I like that you call me that? ‘Cause uh… I like it. 

Well, I haven’t been this proud about doing anything in a while, so I can’t say you’ll hear me complaining about that. Like, at all. Oh, please, they don’t deserve your attention. :P I’m a needy boy, it’s all gotta be on me. They like doughnuts quite a lot though, if you really want to grab something. Lucky for you, darlin’, I’m pro-teasing. 

I learned to play guitar when I was about three, and I’ve been singing since I could speak, according to my dads. Singing is a passion for me. Yeah, they actually met at the Royal College of Music, so they’ve been doing it for… ages, now. Da’s a pianist, and Pops is a violinist. So music has always been insanely important for all of us. 

I can’t wait. :)

You have, handsome, and I’ll keep calling you baby until you’re sick of it (which I hope not).

Awh, aren’t you just a cutie. Haha, I can be at least nice, Morgs, though I might just spoil the hell out of you, sweet prince, if you keep that up. ;) I’ll bring them doughnuts though--any particular kind they like, or just get whatever? Well thank goodness because I’d be a little worried if you weren’t. :P

I gotta hear these skills, baby. I like a guy who can sing and play. I started dancing when I was five in a studio when I was five, but my moms like to say that I’ve been dancing since I was able to walk. That’s cool though, that it can be such a big thing in your family.

Neither can I. :3

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switchingpryce:.

Well, you’ll be there so I imagine the fun is a given, dove. 

It is so indeed. Really? I mean, I wouldn’t complain, obviously but… with time, that’s a good modifier. Getting to know each other is important. In that vein uh… d’you wanna come round the station when I’ve got a bit more of a break? I can take you out for coffee or somethin’? For the record, as well, I don’t hate that you like teasing me. Like, at all. If my dads taught they’d probably say the same— Da used to do piano lessons and such when I was a boy but they’re well off enough that he and Pops can pretty much just do concerts when the orchestra asks for ‘em and leave it at that. Huh. Maybe you could come up with one we can do together? Once I get the hang of things, that is. 

The fun is definitely a given, baby.

Yes, really. You’ve tickled my fancy, Mister Morgan. Of course, sweetness, I’d love that. I might bring something for the rest of the gang--don’t know what yet, probably something I can grab on the way there. Well I’m glad. Not many people like the teasing. 

That’s really cool actually. I can’t say I’m musically inclined, but I’ve also never tried in the past. Music has played a big part, but I don’t think in the same way as it would have in your life. But hearing that your dads are part of the orchestra is so cool!

Yeah, definitely! It’ll be our little thing to do, once you do get the hang of it.

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switchingpryce:

I mean, I’m pretty fit, but I don’t know if my coordination is up to snuff for dancing just yet. I guess we’ll just have to see, yeah? Hopefully I won’t leave it feeling too embarrassed. 

I mean, if they want to think you’re my girlfriend, they can go ahead and think all they want. It’s quite the compliment for me. It is, is it? You’re quite fond of anything that involves teasing me, aren’t you? I don’t think I’ve ever heard the phrase but I did a lot of things when I was sixteen, so I think I’m getting the message alright. How long’s it usually take to choreograph a routine?

Hey, you don’t have to be fit to dance, just have fun, that’s all it matters at the end of the day.

That’s more adorable than you realize... That so, sweet boy? I mean, I’m more than happy to make that a fact with time. And how could I not, after last night? But even playful teasing is cute too, and I’m all on board for that. Ah, well, the whole “screw the world, I do what I want, you can’t touch me because I’m badass” phase was never fun to an extent. Pretty sure both my moms still hate that, and they deal with college age students. Usually depends on long it is, or how intense it is. Sometimes a few days to get it all put out and down pack while others could take a week or more. Most hiphop dancing takes days if they’re shorter in length.

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text 📲 rhibelle

rhi: that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for me, honestly!

rhi: i hope you enjoyed the picture either way!

rhi: i’m honeybee!

belle: i very much enjoyed it ;)

belle: all things considering, it's nice to meet you honeybee! it's a cute name!

belle: i'm annabelle by the way :)