“It’s this transition,” Lydia said again. “The problem is, it’s a partner dance, so I can’t really practice this one part by myself.”
“I can help,” Scott offered immediately, always the one to offer his assistance to anyone.
“No,” Allison said sternly. “You are in charge of stirring the risotto. Stiles, you help.”
Stiles almost dropped the knife he was holding. “Wait, what?” he stuttered. “I— I don’t know how to dance.”
“That’s fine,” Lydia insisted, waving him over. “I just need you to hold me. You don’t have to actually dance.”
Stiles warily put down his knife, walking tentatively over to her. She tugged the headphones out of her phone, plugging it into the sound dock next to the TV.
“Okay,” she said, grabbing him by the wrist and tugging him into the living room. “So I start here—” she spread her legs apart, so that they were in a straight vertical line, one foot in front of the other, and rolled up onto her toes— Stiles was amazed she could balance like that, but she seemed unfazed. “— and you hold my waist, like this,” she instructed, grabbing his hands and placing them on her waist. He jumped a little at the feel of her bare skin under his hands, and Jesus— she was so tiny; his hand took up her entire back, and his thumbs brushed against each other.
So for my birthday, @im2old4thisotp (who is THE BEST) had this GORGEOUS piece commissioned of a scene from my fic Pas de Deux and I just need to share it here because I am still in awe. Thank you SO much to @itsbrych for the BEAUTIFUL artwork, and to Allison for, like, the best birthday present ever.
