SpainXreader: Breathe

Breathe: SpainXreader
Your reflection was mirrored on the way at a thousand angles, your feet spun in circles taking every step with passion, your arms where held out in the air as if I had a partner in this dance. The truth was though, you was alone. You danced on and on, alone in this room. It was deadly silent except you're your breathing and feet gently tapping at the floor at the floor along with the beat. You whispered under my breath,
"One, two, three, one, two…" keeping count with the song playing you're my head.
It was a gentle song, filled with passion. It filled your head with images of how it could be. You could be dancing with him, in the dress you had hidden away in your room. Yet, you knew that would not happen. It was too embarrassing to dance in front of him. You sigh as you start to stretch in front of the mirror. The slight tightness in your legs was satisfying. It meant you had practiced just enough. Not too much that you couldn't practice more tomorrow, and not too little, just the perfect amount of practice. Even though you still were panting from dancing so much. Your breath coming out in small puffs. Your mind brought up the images of that day. The day when he had walked right up to you with his green eyes glowing, his brown hair tossed into a perfect mess, and his hand out stretched, asking you to dance. Antonio. You could still remember his smiling dying into a confused frown as you had rejected him. It wasn't as if you had wanted to reject him like that, it was just he couldn't have possibly really wanted to dance with you. By all means he deserved to dance with a prettier girl who wouldn't turn so red when they danced in front of everyone.
You shook the thought out of your head and packed your dance things up into the small duffle bag you brought everywhere. The walk home took about 15 minutes and it was already dark. You knew you should have left earlier than this. The door was locked up and you walked out only to have the cold wind nip at your nose. It was dry and cold as if someone had pinched the tip of your nose and held on. Tucking your chin into your scarf you walked on home. The wind blew hard and your tights and small dancing skirt did nothing to keep you warm. It was a battle with your own mind not to run right back into the dance studio. Your breath turned to a white fog in front of you face hitting back on your scarf freezing on to it. The cold was almost too much for you, that's when you felt the arms glide around you. It was Antonio.
"A-Antonio?" You asked quietly.
By now you were just standing there. The whole town seemed like a ghost town except for the two of you. The street was snow covered and you blushed at the romantics of this scene. It was something you would see it a movie!  His breath was hot and damp against your skin. It warmed you to the core and sent shivers up your spine. His lips were lightly pressed against your neck slowly exhaling against your skin. The breath sent shivers quavering around on your skin. He was so close; the two of you breathed in sync. It was if your breaths combined as one person forcing you into a dreamy daze. It was exactly how you had wanted to feel with Antonio forever, but you didn't deserve it. This feeling with him wasn't yours to take. The feeling was what you knew to be love, when two are combined to be one. You wished to stop the breathing that forced you two together. It wasn't yours, it just wasn't.
"____, this is what dancing should feel like. We are one, see? Our breathing matches. We are one. So," Antonio spoke aloud, lips still at your neck. "Care to dance?"
Antonio did not wait for an answer; he lifted you up setting you down on his feet. He started moving his feet slowly at first and held you across your back, pulling you into his chest. His head was rested on top of yours. He was slowly breathing, setting out little puffs of warmth travelling down your hair making you feel safe and like you were not standing out in the freezing cold.
Antonio was leading you with your feet on top of his, even with this he seemed to dance perfectly without a fault. It was effortless almost. Of course something as slow as this would have to make such a great dancer bored. Even you would have been bored if you did not have such an amazing man holding you so close to his chest. This was embarrassing though, for this dance was nothing like what you had practiced for so long. Slowly you slid out of his arms and off his feet, holding him at an arms distance.
"Antonio, I can do better…" you said almost nothing above a whisper.
Not even knowing if he had heard you, you hoped he would get the idea once you positioned yourself for a grander dance. Taking his one hand and placing it upon your waist and taking his other in your hand, your only hand left was placed upon his shoulder. As soon as you looked up at him you realized he got the idea loud and clear. His face was lit up into a wide, cocky smile. He took the first step sending the dance into a wide array of circles and twirls, steps and leaps. Soon the tempo began to speed up. You realized it was the Spanish blood in Antonio that was taking over. It was ok though, you knew how to dance Spanish style, just add passion.
You looked up at Antonio and saw his emerald green eyes sparkling down with excitement at this passionate dance. This mouth moved slightly with each intake and exhale of breath. Still, the two of your breaths remained in sync. It was magical how even during something as energy consuming as dancing just your breath could make you feel as if Antonio and yours soul was connected at the root. It was just that magic that made you jump at the chance you had and reached up for his lips, taking in what was yours. As his lips met yours there was nothing you could do but smile into the kiss.
"____, Te quiero." Antonio whispered, his breath hitting your lips, you knew he was yours.