“Come on Oswald!” you smiled and stood up out of your seat beside him.
“Where are we going, Y/N?” he asked, a smile on his face too, ready to follow you wherever you wanted him to go.
“Dance with me!” you shouted over the loud music.
“What? No, Y/N, I don’t think I can. I’m not the dancing type, really…” he shrank into himself, back into the booth.
“Oh, come on, Oswald. I want to dance!”
“No, no, I’ll watch you though. Go have fun.” he hated himself for not being able to give you everything you wanted. He could buy you the most expensive jwlery on the market, fancy cars and a brand new house on every shoreline, he could send you around the world in your own jet, breakfast in Paris, dinner in the in Tokyo. He could pay for anything you wanted. But you had no interest in his money. You wanted to dance with your boyfriend. And he couldn’t give you that.
“It won’t be any fun without you, Oz.”
“My leg, Y/N, I fear it will… I don’t want to ruin your night.” he pleaded but you grabbed his face and pressed along, teasing kiss to his lips, drawing him out.
“Come on!” you yanked his arm and he fell behind you in a trance.
“Y/N…” he warned softly. You just smiled at him as you pressed your body against him and started to move to the music. “Y/N, I can’t.”
“Sure you can, Oz, just move with me.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and noticed his nervous glances at the people staring at you. “You’re worried about what other people thing?”
“I don’t want your-”
You interrupted him with another kiss, this time a longer one that spread a warmth all around his body. Your hips ground against him along to the pounding of the beat, adding a new kind of sensation, the music adding something special to the kiss. Despite the harsh sounds and heated bodies surrounding you, the kiss was reassuring and soft. You pulled away, looking into his eyes again as he looked back at you, his life, his queen. He was so proud to be yours.