The bass drum that reverberated throughout the dimly lit, smokey room that made your chest vibrate and made your heartbeat feel ten times stronger as it was led by the intoxicating music. You grinned and stared at the musicians with earnest admiration, whilst Nikolai had his eyes narrowed. He didn’t like the way you were staring at those other men with such well, love he supposed. Though you didn’t feel love for the drummer even if he sent your body into a frenzy, nor the brass that made your hips move with such enthusiasm.
The Belarusian’s dark pools of sapphire never left your form, though he badly wanted to glare at those whose attention you’d attracted. With a scowl he placed his hands around your waist to signify that he was your chosen partner. Even if he was the one that had chosen you.
Leaning back against his chest and swinging your hips to the boogie, you smiled radiantly at him. That angelic smile of yours, immediately made his worries melt away and he found his own feet tapping to the beat.
Seeing a space that was void of anyone miraculously appear in front of you, you darted forward wanting, as most people, to get closer to the stage. Nikolai gasped when the crowd parted and closed behind you, leaving him by himself. Still barely being able to see the crown of your head, he pushed onwards, not caring to apologise to the grumbling others.
Feeling your arm being grasped, you swiftly turned your head and smiled when you saw him, but he looked scared for some reason. “What’s wrong?” You asked, having to lean up to his ear so he could hear you. “I thought I’d lost you,” he replied and after repeating it several times, you understood. Even though you’d only heard the words ‘thought’ and ‘lost’.
“I’m right here,” you mouthed, pulling his arm around your shoulders and slipping your own around his slim waist. Nikolai felt a warm feeling spread through his chest and couldn’t help the small quirk of his lips. You started half-dancing to the music again, nudging your hips to his and making him join in with you.
A bit awkward and shaky at first, but when he felt that painful start dissapitating, he relaxed somewhat and pressed a kiss to your temple, watching you in favour of the band. He’d only come because you really wanted him to see your favourite group and there wasn’t any way he’d let someone near you, even if the crowd pressed in on you two on all sides. Two steps forward, then one step back as the person in front of you swayed. A slight shift ahead, and back. It was almost like the rocking tide of the sea in a way.
Streaks of light chased each other over the audience and you squinted when one traced your face, lingering on your features. Nikolai gazed at you in wonder, the light seemingly coming from the heavens to kiss your flushed skin. When you glanced up at him, he wore a loving smile and a warm expression.
“So? Did you like them?” You asked, shivering slightly in the cold air that contrasted greatly with the heated atmosphere inside the club. He pursed his lips for a moment whilst he thought, shrugging when he’d made his mind up. “They were alright, I’ve heard better,” he said, coming to a halt and making you put on his jacket.
Wrapping your arms tightly around him, you pouted. “Who then? Who’s better?” A sudden smirk made its languid way onto his face and he pecked your lips several times as though stalling his answer. When you pulled away and stared at him indignantly, he resolved to tell you.
“Your singing voice is the most stunningly beautiful I’ve ever heard.... especially when in the shower.”