Summary: After years of separation, you finally reunite with Roman.
Warnings: Vague descriptions of sex
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1,344 words
Note: Inspired by repeat listenings of Crystal Dolphin (I know). I imagined a camera circling around the two as their eyes meet, everything else fading into the background.
Second Note: Again, so stunned and thankful all the love Dancing for Daddy is still getting. 800+ notes!!!
You and Roman had always loved each other. Before you knew what love was, back when love was sweet and innocent. The love you shared was simply that of best friends who smiled wider when they held each other’s hands than anyone else.
As you stepped forward, patient and thankful for the line that let you try to simmer the bubbling anxiety within you, you took in a shallow breath.
Your name only barely loud enough for the guard to hear. After a few moments of attention directed at his lists, no doubt, his eyes met yours again, a bit of a frown beginning as he looked back down at his tablet.
“I see.” He gruffed.
Unsure if you were hoping he would turn you away or let you forward, you stayed silent.
After one more long beat of staring at you, he jerked his thumb to the door.
“Inside for weapons check.”
As you crossed the threshold, you heard the signature beep of an old school radio being pushed.
In the club, Victor’s ear buzzed. “Tell the boss she’s here.”
He strides over to Roman who is thankfully in the middle of a very unimportant conversation.
Only a moment after he leans down to relay the message, Roman jumps up from his seat.
Manic excitement lights his eyes that leaves as quickly as it came, replaced by pure nervousness.
He runs his hands through his hair, taking in deep breaths as he shakes his body and removes his sunglasses, and much to everyone’s surprise, his gloves, mindlessly throwing them into Zsasz’s hands.
He turns on Victor with a start, seemingly realizing his friend is more than an accessory rack.
“Do I look good?” He resists the urge to grab onto his shoulders and shake him when his answer isn’t instant.
A nervous, too high pitched laugh bursts out of Roman before Victor can even reply.
“I mean, of course I do.” He flits his head with his typically fake big smile.
Zsasz just nods with an unaffected look, hiding the concern underneath.
“Course.” He says as he places a reassuring hand onto his boss’s shoulder.
Roman had been waiting for this moment his entire adult life. But now that it was here, that you were here, he felt so nervous. So insecure.
Would you like him? The club? His clothes? Was it too much? Not enough?
The cacophony of thoughts continued to race through his head.
‘Everyone out.
… No stay.
No one look at her. She’s mine.
… But she deserves a sea of people adoring her.
What do I do? What should I do?
Oh it’s too late to do any—’
Time seems to slow as you walk through the curtain leading into the main room. Everything quiets, even the song seeming to slip underwater.
You’re unsure if it’s truly the music or just the effect this man is having on you. The air vibrates with the deep bass, electrifying your skin and moving you forward despite the echoing worry in your mind.
‘What if he doesn’t recognize me?
What if he doesn’t remember me?’
You gather all the courage in your body as you let your eyes scan the room for the only one you could truly see.
Had you not been holding onto something you would have certainly faltered in your step.
The way he looked at you instantly quieted your fears and confirmed you had not once left his mind.
You were expecting his looks. Roman was always fawned over as a child and truth be told, you had always found him attractive. And recently, you searched him online and realized he had aged like fine wine.
You expected the lavish suit. Dressed to the nines in a glamorous, almost campish style that seemed to be perfectly made to shine amongst everyone and everything else.
You had even expected the eyes, though they were more intense than before. Piercing through your skin and soul.
But lord. You did not expect eyeliner.
And Roman himself was stunned. He had kept tabs on you and had even gone to see you once from afar but nothing could compare to how you looked only feet away from him.
He felt like a young child again, the moment he realized he loved you and would make you his one day. The emotions came crashing and he was frozen in his place.
You faintly register the music beginning to rise as the world seems to spin around you two.
You wanted to bottle this moment. Play it over and over again. The music, the lights, the touch of the dress of your skin, the warmth filling you.
But most importantly, the way Roman looked right here.
Right now.
And how this man, your oldest friend, first and truest love, was looking at you.
The music coming back to its full force makes you blink out of the trance and finally move. Your steps matching his cautious, unbelieving steps.
You’re standing in front of each other, just staring, eyes roaming over each other’s bodies, taking in everything that was hidden by distance before. Hands hovering in the air, still in their instinctual yearning for the other’s embrace.
Neither of you dare to break the silence, the fiercest spell that had come over you both.
With one last journey of his face, so close allowing you to appreciate every inch, you realize one of you will have to say something.
“Hi—”
His lips jolt onto yours, closing the electrified distance, breaking the spell and instead creating something stronger - stealing the words from your mouth, breath from your chest, and heart from your very soul.
His lips are strong and firm and desperate in their movement like returning home to a place you had only been to in your dreams.
But you feel them pull away. Too soon.
So you follow him and grab them again, sealing them with smiles as you bring your hands up and around to the back of his neck. Fingers flirting with the ends of his hair.
In a singular moment of clarity, Roman has but one thought tearing his lips from yours.
“They don’t get to see what I’m going to do to you.”
The sound of his rough voice stuns you, so different yet so similar to that which filled your memories. Not even taking in the words, you nod. Your head just barely moving down for a moment, still lost in your state of bliss.
With that, he leans away as if nothing had ever pained him more and takes your hand in his, rushing steps moving you through a parting sea of bodies.
Within moments, the sound and staring eyes disappear and his hands are roaming all over you, overwhelming your body so much that it can only respond in kind.
In the privacy of his darkened bedroom, you make slow, deep love. Staring into each other’s eyes as you give all of yourselves to the other.
Deep kisses capture your moans - breathing them into each other’s mouths when you can hold them no longer.
His touch always on you, never leaving your skin.
Unsure where he ends and you begin. Both shaking, tensing, pulsing, releasing together.
Finally laying together side by side, you’re both unable to stop looking and touching one another. The spell thicker than ever.
You want to say something, anything, other than a cut off greeting and euphoric chanting of his name. But you continue to appreciate the moment in silence.
Roman kept his body closed off from the world. But not you. He wanted to feel everything you had to offer. With yet another thought pushing out to be voiced, he opens his mouth.
“Marry me.”
It was quick, sudden, and for a flicker of a moment, you thought impulsive.
Until you realized this was always where you two were meant to be.
You had no other words than the one he repeated to you as a boy when you asked with innocent giggles if he would marry you.
