Diavolo❤(Dance With Me)

                                    

                                          
"To me, you're a sunset
Dazzling scarlet
A light that only shines on me
That only wraps around me"
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WELCOME TO THE 100TH AND FINAL PART OF "DANCING WITH YOU" I was originally going to let this story go on to November where it would hit its one-year mark there but I have gone against that.
I will even be making some of these one-shots actual stories. Even if they'll be short stories (explained more after this one shot, if you all want to know what ones will make it as a full story)
 I would like to thank you all for reading up to this point, and supporting even though the contents of this book were not that great. 
Thank you all and I hope you enjoy it. 
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(The Readers Pov)
He stares at me with his golden eyes, an excited expression on his face as he takes off his jacket allowing it to fall on the chair next to me. The room was dimly lit as the ceiling had towered over both of us, yet it still was somehow bright. My heart beats harshly as he runs his hand through his normally perfect hair, messing it up. 
"Are you ready?" he asks softly, his eyes softening as he looks at me, in the large room I could hear his breathing along with mine, he was dripping confidence and excitement while I was the opposite. He without meaning to was intimidating to be around, yet it wasn't in a bad way. His presence was always large compared to those he was around. 
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I mutter letting my hand awkwardly rub the back of my neck as he still looks at me, his dark dress shirt and white tie standing out. Watching his chest rise and fall as he takes large breaths. To say he was stunning would be an understatement, no words could describe how beautiful he really was. 
"Of course, I was quite excited when you asked me to teach you" he chuckles softly with an affectionate side "out of all the demons you chose to ask me if anything I'm honored you thought of me," he says with a slight blush on his face as his disheveled hair falls over one of his eyes. He quickly brushes it out of his face still not breaking the eye contact we both had. 
"What if I mess up?" I say softly in a nervous tone, as I look at his hand, hesitant to take it. I was afraid to step on his feet, knowing it would hurt anyone. He had offered to teach me to dance as an excuse to hang out. He took the request heavily and cleared his schedule to do so. Which made me happy that he would do such a thing since over the past year I had grown some sort of affection and feeling to him, anything he would do would send my heart soaring. He begins to inch closer but stops when he is a few feet in front of me. 
"Messing up is all part of learning, that's why I'm going to teach you" the words slip past his lips, my heart flutters at his words and his expression as it was slightly embarrassing but he still held a large amount of confidence. He takes a few steps back allowing me to fully stand up in front of him. 
"I don't want to hurt you by my mistakes" I chuckle out in a nervous tone, he only stares at me before he leans forward. 
"Just take my hand, everything will be fine; I promise just follow my lead" he chuckles, holding out his hand for me to take. And at that moment every ounce of fear or hesitation that I was feeling slipped off my shoulder as he sent me a smile. I slowly take his hand letting him take the lead. My chest pressing against his as our feet brush against each other from the closeness of our bodies. His free hand slips down my arm lifting it to reach his shoulder, soon falling to my lower back. 
"I keep my hand there?" I ask and he lets out a hum nodding his head as he slowly begins to move, I sloppily follow his lead not quite feeling anything yet. My legs feel weak and my mind is running through many thoughts as I struggle to keep up with even his slowed instructions. 
"Watch my feet," he says, snapping me out of my thoughts as he looks down at me with a soft smile still, no annoyance is laced with his voice or in his eyes. My eyes are locked onto his feet "and follow my steps" he states again this time moving again, I watch him take a step back making me move forward. But I misjudged the distance and step right on his foot causing him to stop. My eyes go wide as I look up at him again, he lets out a low chuckle. 
"I am so-" I begin but he cuts me off when his hand slips from mine
"It's not a problem (Y/N), everyone makes mistakes, you just need to take a deep breath and relax" he begins again this time he rests his hands on my shoulders, rubbing patterns with his fingers through the cloth of my shirt. His golden eyes shine brightly as though nothing has happened. He is just happy to be here. 
"Alright," I say taking a large and deep breath in and out, feeling a tight feeling in my chest disappear for a second, it grows smaller with every breath until it is no longer there. 
"Perhaps some music would help you?" he questions letting his hand slip into his pants pocket as he pulls out his phone, a determined expression is on his face as he scrolls through his phone in search of something perfect. Before his face lights up as a sign he has found what he is looking for. We both stand in silence as he stuffs his phone back in his pocket. Just before the music slowly starts. A soft beat fills the room as he once again holds out his hand, this time he skips showing me where to place my hand. "Is this better?" he asks his voice just above a whisper as he begins to move and I follow him again watching both of our steps. 
"It's a lot easier with something to go off of" I chuckle as I follow his lead, his hand tightening in mine again as he lets his hand hover just above my back. 
"That's good, now, look at me" his voice is smooth and once again full of something I couldn't quite put my finger on as my eyes snap away from our feet and back up to him. Eyes locking with him as he continues to take the lead and move. Each step seems to get faster as we continue, I mess up less with time until I no longer mess up. As the song comes to an end, he slowly pulls away but not fully, his hand still hovering over my back. 
"I got it!" I chuckle happily as I watch him smile at me, his eyes closing slightly. "Thank you, Lord Diavolo" I watch his smile fall slightly as his title slips past my lips. 
"Just call me Diavolo when we are alone" a red tint came to his face as he spoke with a somewhat broken voice at his own request. 
"Still, thank you for lending me your time. '' I mutter awkwardly as he continues to stare at me, a soft smile once again coming to his lips as he inches closer, his nose brushing against mine, I don't move away from him as he continues to get closer until he stops. 
"Is it alright if I kiss you?" he whispers, pulling away from me a little, I nod slightly before letting my hands rest on either side of his face, pulling him closer slowly until his lips are against mine... 
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And once again thank you all so much! updates on stories and when they'll be posted will be on my account when I am ready to post them lol. You know? 
This story is officially ending with over 100,000 words written! Yay :))