You had always been a dancer.
Ever since you were little, people always said that you could dance better than you could walk. Because of that, you had gained a lot of attention, men and women alike.
The female side of the table would ask you for tips and advice on how to improve their own dancing skills, whereas the men... Let's just say you were asked to dinner at least twice a day.
But there was one man in particular that had his eye on you the most.
And that was Kuja, who happened to be your crush.
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It was like any other day; waking up, taking a shower, eating breakfast, then straight off to the theatre where you were practicing for an upcoming performance for the Queen, much to your distaste.
Once you got to the building, you had a smile on your face as there was no one in the building and the bright sun was shining through the many windows of the corridor.
You personally liked this kind of environment when practicing.
As you got the old record player on the side to spin, your song came on and with that, you started to sway and move to the rhythm of the music.
You were so lost in dancing that you got lost in your own little world. The music was making you daydream and your movements were making it seem like reality.
Soon, the music was coming to a close and so you did your last step and ended in a crouching bow as the last note rung.
Only a few seconds of silence passed before you could faintly hear the sound of applauding. It was clear that it was only one person.
You shot up in slight shock. You looked at the seemingly empty rows of seats and soon, your eyes led you to the clapping sound. There was someone in the root center of the audience and from what you could see, there was a white, black, with slightly purple figure.
Kuja.
Your eyes widened and a faint blush crept its way on your cheeks.
"That was absolutely marvelous, dear (y/n)!" the man called from the distance.
"Thanks," you muttered.
"What? You don't believe me?" he asked as he stood up.
"Yeah, I believe you."
Before you could blink, Kuja jumped from where he was and landed gracefully on his feet just a couple of inches from you. You instinctively took a step back.
"No need to be afraid," he said after noticing your movement.
"I am not afraid, it was just that you jumped so close to me so suddenly," you defended. A playful smirk tugged at his lips, causing you to shiver a little.
"Really now?" Kuja mused. A light frown ceased your brows at his teasing.
"Really."
A slight pause came between you two.
As you made eye contact, his gaze slowly started to go down your form. Your neckline was low, but still had all signs of your bosom covered. Your whole stomach was exposed which, due to the sweat of all that dancing and the sun beaming through the window right onto you, it made your skin look like a freshly polished and shinning masterpiece. Lastly, the tight leggings showed off every shape and curve of your hips, thighs, and calves.
As he was doing this, you couldn't help but sneak a peak yourself. Your eyes roamed his top until... you got to his lovely torso... Fully toned and creamy white. The sight caused you to blush deeply and gulp.
"Having dirty thoughts I see?" Kuja asked out of the blue. You blinked as your eyes shot back up and onto a sinister smirk. Your blush worsened.
"No," you stated bluntly as you looked away.
"Then why were you looking at my body with a dreamy stare?"
"You were doing the same!"
"I was only looking you over. You, on the other hand..."
"Okay, okay! So what?" You were getting really flustered and uneasy at this point.
"So..." Kuja paused as he inched closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, "Does that mean you could possibly be infatuated with me?"
The way he droned out the word 'infatuated' made your heart skip a beat.
How could he know? Was it so obvious?
Your face was only getting hotter and there was no doubt that he could see the blush. You put your hand on his chest and tried to push him away.
"Look, I'm trying to practice. So would you mind going away for a while?" you asked in a squeaky voice. You could see something flash in the man's eyes. He pulled you closer, pinning you to his body. The feeling of both your exposed stomach's flesh palmed together made you dizzy.
Without any signs or warnings, Kuja lifted your chin with his free hand and connected your lips together. Your eyes burst wide and let out a muffled squeal of surprise. You were too shocked that your body was frozen and your mind, blank.
Kuja rubbed your back with one hand while the other was placed firmly on the back of your head. You got more dizzy and light-headed with each touch. You finally surrendered to the man as you put your hands on his chest and kissed back, melting into his embrace.
After a few minutes of very passionate kissing, he released your lips and looked you right in the eyes.
"I think your actions confirm my theory, dear (y/n)," he stated in a husky voice, the smirk still plastered on his handsome face. You slammed your head in his chest and grunted in defeat. But all the while, you couldn't help but place a faint smile on your lips.
END