Jamie Benn One-Shots
The First Dance
“Now it’s time for the newly wedded couple’s first dance…”
You felt tears rim your eyes while you lifted your hands to your face, struggling to keep from crying. You barely noticed the arm snake around your waist as the breathtaking bride took to the floor, meeting the groom halfway.
“The party barely started and you’re already going to ruin your makeup.”
You leaned into Jamie and mumbled, “I don’t care. It’s so beautiful.”
“You know who would look even more beautiful than her?” Jamie whispered in your ear.
You found yourself smiling and the urge to cry disappearing as you lowered your hands and looked over at your boyfriend. “And who would that be?” you inquired, raising an eyebrow.
He smiled back and softly kissed your lips. “You, of course.”
You bit your lower lip – a smile still on your face – as you looked back at the dance floor. You watched the way the groom jokingly exaggerated a few dance moves, like the dips, to make the bride giggle like a school girl. They were lost in their own, little world; dancing as if it were only the two of them and no audience.
You saw the way when the groom pulled away momentarily how the bride slightly pouted as if those milliseconds apart were too long for her to bare. Then, when the groom moved back to her, how her eyes lit up as she could now see the finer details of his eyes – the finer details that only she and she alone would ever notice.
If you watched the groom instead, you’d probably witness the same thing.
You wanted that… You wanted that kind of marriage… that kind of love.
Your eyes flickered over to Jamie, who stood there in his own adorably awkward way. His lips twitched into the dorkiest smiles and his weird laughs barked out of his lips whenever the groom did something funny.
You didn’t find any difficulty swapping you and Jamie with the happily wedded couple on the dance floor and seeing you two feeling exactly what they did. You couldn’t even think for a millisecond you with someone else out there – only you and Jamie.
You turned your head away before Jamie could catch you staring. A smile rested on your lips as you watched them finish their first dance and then took Jamie, by the hand, back to your designated table.
“That was beautiful,” you breathed the moment you two were seated. You leaned closer to Jamie with your chin rested on the top of your hand. “What did you think?”
He playfully mimicked your position, so now your lips were barely five inches apart. “I still think you’d look better up there.”
You playfully raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you proposing, Benn?”
“Nope… Not yet, at least.”
You smiled at his response and pulled back, tugging his hand from under his chin. He leaned back and allowed you to play with his hand. “You really was thinking of me up there?” you asked as if it was a casual thing, though your heart did pick up in speed a little.
“Uh, yeah… I was.”
You glanced up at him between lashes and noticed the light pink tint on his cheeks. “You, uh, pictured me up there with you?”
His cheeks darkened in red. “Who else?” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.
“I thought the same,” you admitted, flipping his hand and trailing over the lines on his palm. “I actually find it hard to think of me with someone else… you know… in the, um, future… with… like that…”
He smiled, but your faces matched the same color of red. “Neither can I.” He leaned in and caught your lips in a sweet, but unfortunately quick kiss. “I want you to be my last girlfriend.”
“I want you to be my last love,” you whispered back. You two shared another kiss, but this time, the kiss was rudely interrupted with you being yanked away from Jamie and onto your feet.
“Save all that for your own honeymoon!” Tyler sang, taking both of your hands and dragging you onto the dance floor. “Let’s dance.”
You laughed and looked over your shoulder to find Jamie walking behind you.
“I’m gonna go get us drinks then meet you on the dance floor,” he said, kissing your cheek.
Jokingly, you said, “I guess I can see myself dancing with someone else.”
He snorted, gave your bum a quick, surprising pat, and walked off. “Sure.”
