A/N: I'm probably the most horrible dancer on the face of the planet and don't know a freakin' thing about dancing. And here I am, writing a fanfic about it. Oh well.
I'm so terribly sorry, but this last chapter's going to be real short. Only 800+ words... Damn, I must be losing my touch. o.o
Anyways, try to enjoy. *hopeful smile*
[LAHARL'S POV]
Entering the castle together, I stopped. I could feel her looking at me, her eyes nonverbally asking me what was wrong.
I merely straightened up my composure, took a deep breath, and slowly rotated my body to face her.
I felt my traitor of a face blush as I cleared my throat. "Lov- Flonne. C-care to h-have this d-dance…?" I extended my hand weakly at her, hoping she'd accept so that I wouldn't look like a fool. We were being watched after all. It figures that we would be the center of attention. I thought this was Gordon and Jennifer's special day?
A soft smile tugged her lips. "Of course." Her hand set itself on mines very delicately. With our hands attached, we made way through the parted crowd, who kept watching us like hawks. Even the bride and groom were on the sidelines right now.
Strangely enough, I didn't feel like yelling at them. All I wanted right now was… to dance with her.
We stopped at the very middle of the dance floor. The lights suddenly turned dark, a single spotlight shining on us.
And I just did a very uncharacteristic thing just now.
I bowed, and lightly set a brief peck on the back of her hand.
She did an uncharacteristic thing too.
She bowed back and curtsied. No word, not even a soft giggle came out of her mouth.
The sound of a violin and piano beautifully meshed together as I began by moving my feet to the left.
I didn't bother trying to yell at everyone to mind their own business.
I didn't bother to scream at Etna for recording us on camera this whole time.
I didn't bother blushing at Jennifer, who whispered, 'Finally…'
I didn't bother to sweat-drop at the Prinnies, who were tearfully exclaiming that they were so happy for me.
All I could do was get lost into her enchanting scarlet eyes. I don't know why, but as I continued to intensely stare, it felt like… a magnetic pull was trying to pull me into her. Or more specifically, her lips.
[NO ONE'S POV]
Everybody's breath hitched.
Every time the prince leaned forward into the fallen angel, they would all simultaneously hold their breath and clench their hands (or crossed their fingers). When he leaned away, they would all cuss and growl in frustration.
Every single demon had the same thing going on in their heads currently: 'KISS HER ALREADY, DIMMWIT!'
They all knew that from the moment Flonne entered their lives, she could change Laharl. And she did.
They had always thought that they would make the perfect example of 'opposites attract'. Those kinds of relationships entertained them abundantly. Anyways, back to the story.
Holy mackerel, he's leaning forward again!
Only 4 freakin' millimeters left!
3 more millimeters!
2 more millimeters!
1 more millimeter!
And…
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*KISS*
JACKPOT!
Everybody - demons, Prinnies, Etna, Gordon, and Jennifer - jumped up and down, cheered, and hugged each other.
Despite with all the noise and ruckus, the newfound couple paid no heed to it.
[LAHARL'S POV]
After our little kiss, I wrapped my arms around her thin figure for an embrace.
But first…
*BITE*
"Ow! Laharl, what was that for!?" I heard her harshly whisper into my ear, but she still didn't break the hug yet.
Damn, her skin and blood tasted so delicious.
"Just a little something I left on you…"
"And that is… What?"
"A mark that shows other demons that you're taken."
"W-w-w-why would you do that!?" I could tell her face was on fire.
"Because," I broke the embrace, and kissed her with a little more force than necessary. "It means that You. Are. Mine." I stated seriously, a bit of possessiveness in my voice. I stared at her dead straight in the eyes.
She grinned mischievously. "In that case… Then…" She leaned forward, and I felt pain on my right ear.
Holy cow…
"There!" She grinned, satisfied. "Now you have a mark that shows that You. Are. Mine." she said, mocking my earlier words.
I smirked. "Damn right you are."
I pecked her again.
A/N: Annnnnd, THE END!
OMIGOD, I kept having my Laharl x Flonne OTP feels when I was writing this entire thing. But I did feel like I rushed it too much... Anyways, I'm so happy I'm done with this! Now I can go back to working on my other stories again.
Well, I hope this finally satisfied your need of some Laharl x Flonne fluff! Hope you enjoyed it!
You know the routine: Fav/Review. c: