Take some Pharoga Phluff
Here is a little extract from the role-playing game I do with @mazandaroga … for all those who are in need for some Pharoga phluff.
Erik smiled, insecure now, nervous. The music box still played. “I …” , he hesitated and had to swallow, before he found the courage to continue his sentence, “In my whole life, I never danced with anybody.”
Nadir raised his eyebrows - he had expected that there was something wrong, that an event from the past had troubled Erik - but now he smiled relieved, his eyes warm. He stood up. “Do you know how to dance?” , he asked.
Erik could only lift his shoulders once. “I … I don’t know. I have seen people dancing … but that’s it.” He still felt nervous, a bit ashamed, also for some reason waiting for Nadir’s refusal for something he hadn’t even literally dared to ask for.
Nadir walked to Erik, suddenly nervous, too, but he reached out his hand to his lover, his smile remaining on his face. “Do you … would you like to dance with me?” , he asked.
Erik smiled shyly now like a school boy. “Would you let me?”
“Of course I would let you.” Nadir laughed softly and daring he grabbed Erik’s hand gently, pulling him close. “Not saying I am the best dancer.”
Erik carefully put the music box on the window bench. “You’ll be the best I ever had anyway.” He actually felt heat inside his cheeks and couldn’t believe his silly behaviour. He let Nadir pulling him close.
Nadir smiled blushing at Erik and he took one hand in one of his own, lifting it up on shoulder height. His other hand rested on Erik’s side. “I think this is the right way.” He laughed softly, suddenly nervous.
“I am all yours.” , Erik repeated and remembered the first time he had said it to Nadir. He remembered everything, all that had followed. Nothing had changed since then, he trusted him in every way. Trusted him that he could lead and guide him through any first time he hadn’t been allowed to experience so far.
Nadir locked eyes with Erik, knowing these words all too well, and his blush got more crimson. “Just follow me, and don’t step on my toes.” He chuckled, swallowing his nervousness away. He took his first steps, making sure he did it right. Luckily, Erik followed him quite easily and smooth like he always was. Nadir’s smile got wider, the music played in the background.
After a while, when the moves got smoother, Erik rested his head on Nadir’s shoulder, while they kept turning around themselves. “I know now why they say ‘dancing is a kind of making love’.” His voice was full of adoration and bliss.
Nadir smiled at these words and he pulled Erik closer. He swung his hips softly with the music, not close to the window, so no one would spot them. “So you like dancing then, hmm?” , he hummed.
„I do.“ , Erik assured, „I like to do it with you.“ Nadir’s lips closed his mouth. The moment was so perfect, filled with love for each other. Erik smiled into the kiss. “Thank you for loving me.”
Nadir stroked Erik’s cheek adoring. “I’ll always love you, Erik.” , he whispered.