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bedesSummary: A familiar song comes onto the radio, and reminds Luke and Crow of how far they had come with each other. (A continuation of the ‘Dance’ chapter.)
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Oftentimes, when Luke had any sort of busywork to do, he liked to listen to the radio. While there were, of course, more modern options to listen to music, he found himself liking his radio best. Possibly for the nostalgia of how he used to listen to it when he was with Hershel, when he didn’t have any work for him to do. But, no matter the reason, the radio filled the silence, and that was enough of a reason for him.
That particular day, he had been going through some old files, sitting at the kitchen table and looking for a particular paper that may help him with his current case, when a familiar set of opening notes to a song began. Luke perked up for a moment, before writing it off, thinking it must be something similar, so his eyes lit up when the lyrics he had expected began to play. He put down the papers he had been working through, and stood up, calling, “Crow, come here!!”
His husband came into the kitchen only a moment later, standing in the doorway with a curtly curious expression. “What’s up?”
Luke rushed over to Crow, taking his hand and pulling him to the kitchen table where the radio sat, before excitedly motioning to it. “It’s been forever since you’ve heard this song, yes?”
After taking a few moments to listen to the tune, Crow’s eyes lit with familiarity and surprise. “Woah, yeah.”
Luke nodded, and clung to his husband’s arm, leaning onto him lightly. “This came on after the Cupid Shuffle, during that dance, remember?”
Crow snorted. “Wow, I didn’t even remember that. Sharp memory.”
In response, Luke giggled, blushing slightly. “Ah, not really... I only remember this song coming on after because I wanted to ask you to dance with me.” He smiled shyly to himself. “But, it’s a bit slow, and... Well, I was afraid it would have been weird to ask another boy to dance to a slow song, on top of just being nervous about being close to you... But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to.”
“Really?” Crow’s face flushed slightly, though he tried to play it off. “‘Cause...” He chuckled, and glanced away. “I came to the dance to ask you to dance... But I couldn’t bring m’self to.”
“Is that why none of your friends were there?”
“I told ‘em not to come. I was afraid that I’d chicken out if I knew my friends were watching... Turns out I’m just a chicken, and I can’t blame my friends being around.”
Luke smiled, and adoration shined in his eyes. Sometimes, he forgot how long Crow had feelings for him. So, when he talked about why he did certain things because of those feelings for him, it was like a reminder of how long they had loving emotions when it came to the other.
As kids, it was Luke being oblivious and writing off his feelings, and Crow being bad at emotions and snapping out of embarrassment. As young teens, it was Luke and Crow both having intense feelings for each other, but both of them being to afraid to say so. As older teens, it was Luke and Crow awkwardly trying to hide their relationship; kissing behind closed doors, holding hands under the table. Now, as adults...
Luke brought his hand to brush across his wedding band, and felt himself smile gently.
He felt a sudden burst of energy, and Luke latched onto Crow tighter, his eyes wide with excitement. “Hey! If you wanted to dance with me, and I wanted to dance to this song, we could dance now!” Before Crow could even respond, Luke was hugging him close, resting his head on his chest.
“Luke...” There was a nervous chuckle in Crow’s voice. “I can’t slow dance, even now.”
“That’s okay, it’s easy to catch on!”
“I’m bad at dancing in general.”
“Yeah, so am I.”
“You’re gonna regret this once I step on your foot.”
Luke rolled his eyes with a giveaway smile, before, despite Crow’s disagreements, he cuddled up as close as possible before swaying and stepping in tune with the song.
If Luke hadn’t picked up on Crow’s nervousness beforehand, he would have been surprised to hear his heart hammering when he pressed an ear to his chest. On top of that, Crow did seem to have no idea what he was doing; stumbling in attempts to mimic what Luke was doing. It made Luke giggle.
In hopes of perhaps calming him a bit, Luke spoke. “If you had wanted to dance with me back then, you could have just done it with a fast song.”
“Yeah, I guess, but... Dunno, everything with you felt fast.” Crow seemed to struggle with his words, less from nerves, but from trying to say it right. “Your moods change quickly, you walk quickly, your visits seemed quick... Everything felt fast...”
There was a long pause, before Crow muttered, barely audible above the music, “I guess I just wanted to slow down and... Be with you, in that moment.”
This was immediately followed by a, “Ugh, that sounds cheesy, m’sorry,” but he couldn’t see Luke’s expression. How it changed, how his face went a gentle pink and his eyes shone with a goofy grin. Luke stopped moving, and Crow followed suit, thinking it was a part of the dance, but Luke instead stopped leaning on his chest, looking up to him with a sweet little smile.
“Well, then, let’s be slow together,” he murmured, still with that obviously lovestruck expression, before bringing his hands to cup Crow’s face, and standing on his toes to lock lips with his husband.
Usually, kisses between them were quick, on the cheek or a ‘good morning’ kiss. So, when Luke deliberately made a point to move slowly with the kiss, it was rare and special. Luke could feel Crow’s breath deepening, relaxing.
So much time had passed since that school dance, with the two of them blushing for the other with racing hearts. Both wanting to dance, but too shy to ask. They’ve gone through so much together, good and bad.
‘But still,’ Luke thought, feeling unadulterated adoration well up in his heart, ‘He loves me.’
The description of this prompt said to write a sequel to a previous chapter!
And, with that, this challenge is over! I know that these two aren’t the most popular ship in the whole world, but that’s partly why I chose them. They’re so precious and good together, and I wanted to contribute to the few shippers there are.
I’ve really loved everyone’s comments on this little series, and I hope they keep coming! When I didn’t feel inspired, I went back to them, and it helped to motivate me.
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter
Oftentimes, when Luke had any sort of busywork to do, he liked to listen to the radio. While there were, of course, more modern options to listen to music, he found himself liking his radio best. Possibly for the nostalgia of how he used to listen to it when he was with Hershel, when he didn’t have any work for him to do. But, no matter the reason, the radio filled the silence, and that was enough of a reason for him.
That particular day, he had been going through some old files, sitting at the kitchen table and looking for a particular paper that may help him with his current case, when a familiar set of opening notes to a song began. Luke perked up for a moment, before writing it off, thinking it must be something similar, so his eyes lit up when the lyrics he had expected began to play. He put down the papers he had been working through, and stood up, calling, “Crow, come here!!”
His husband came into the kitchen only a moment later, standing in the doorway with a curtly curious expression. “What’s up?”
Luke rushed over to Crow, taking his hand and pulling him to the kitchen table where the radio sat, before excitedly motioning to it. “It’s been forever since you’ve heard this song, yes?”
After taking a few moments to listen to the tune, Crow’s eyes lit with familiarity and surprise. “Woah, yeah.”
Luke nodded, and clung to his husband’s arm, leaning onto him lightly. “This came on after the Cupid Shuffle, during that dance, remember?”
Crow snorted. “Wow, I didn’t even remember that. Sharp memory.”
In response, Luke giggled, blushing slightly. “Ah, not really... I only remember this song coming on after because I wanted to ask you to dance with me.” He smiled shyly to himself. “But, it’s a bit slow, and... Well, I was afraid it would have been weird to ask another boy to dance to a slow song, on top of just being nervous about being close to you... But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to.”
“Really?” Crow’s face flushed slightly, though he tried to play it off. “‘Cause...” He chuckled, and glanced away. “I came to the dance to ask you to dance... But I couldn’t bring m’self to.”
“Is that why none of your friends were there?”
“I told ‘em not to come. I was afraid that I’d chicken out if I knew my friends were watching... Turns out I’m just a chicken, and I can’t blame my friends being around.”
Luke smiled, and adoration shined in his eyes. Sometimes, he forgot how long Crow had feelings for him. So, when he talked about why he did certain things because of those feelings for him, it was like a reminder of how long they had loving emotions when it came to the other.
As kids, it was Luke being oblivious and writing off his feelings, and Crow being bad at emotions and snapping out of embarrassment. As young teens, it was Luke and Crow both having intense feelings for each other, but both of them being to afraid to say so. As older teens, it was Luke and Crow awkwardly trying to hide their relationship; kissing behind closed doors, holding hands under the table. Now, as adults...
Luke brought his hand to brush across his wedding band, and felt himself smile gently.
He felt a sudden burst of energy, and Luke latched onto Crow tighter, his eyes wide with excitement. “Hey! If you wanted to dance with me, and I wanted to dance to this song, we could dance now!” Before Crow could even respond, Luke was hugging him close, resting his head on his chest.
“Luke...” There was a nervous chuckle in Crow’s voice. “I can’t slow dance, even now.”
“That’s okay, it’s easy to catch on!”
“I’m bad at dancing in general.”
“Yeah, so am I.”
“You’re gonna regret this once I step on your foot.”
Luke rolled his eyes with a giveaway smile, before, despite Crow’s disagreements, he cuddled up as close as possible before swaying and stepping in tune with the song.
If Luke hadn’t picked up on Crow’s nervousness beforehand, he would have been surprised to hear his heart hammering when he pressed an ear to his chest. On top of that, Crow did seem to have no idea what he was doing; stumbling in attempts to mimic what Luke was doing. It made Luke giggle.
In hopes of perhaps calming him a bit, Luke spoke. “If you had wanted to dance with me back then, you could have just done it with a fast song.”
“Yeah, I guess, but... Dunno, everything with you felt fast.” Crow seemed to struggle with his words, less from nerves, but from trying to say it right. “Your moods change quickly, you walk quickly, your visits seemed quick... Everything felt fast...”
There was a long pause, before Crow muttered, barely audible above the music, “I guess I just wanted to slow down and... Be with you, in that moment.”
This was immediately followed by a, “Ugh, that sounds cheesy, m’sorry,” but he couldn’t see Luke’s expression. How it changed, how his face went a gentle pink and his eyes shone with a goofy grin. Luke stopped moving, and Crow followed suit, thinking it was a part of the dance, but Luke instead stopped leaning on his chest, looking up to him with a sweet little smile.
“Well, then, let’s be slow together,” he murmured, still with that obviously lovestruck expression, before bringing his hands to cup Crow’s face, and standing on his toes to lock lips with his husband.
Usually, kisses between them were quick, on the cheek or a ‘good morning’ kiss. So, when Luke deliberately made a point to move slowly with the kiss, it was rare and special. Luke could feel Crow’s breath deepening, relaxing.
So much time had passed since that school dance, with the two of them blushing for the other with racing hearts. Both wanting to dance, but too shy to ask. They’ve gone through so much together, good and bad.
‘But still,’ Luke thought, feeling unadulterated adoration well up in his heart, ‘He loves me.’
The description of this prompt said to write a sequel to a previous chapter!
And, with that, this challenge is over! I know that these two aren’t the most popular ship in the whole world, but that’s partly why I chose them. They’re so precious and good together, and I wanted to contribute to the few shippers there are.
I’ve really loved everyone’s comments on this little series, and I hope they keep coming! When I didn’t feel inspired, I went back to them, and it helped to motivate me.
