“What exactly are you suggesting?”
And fuck, if he didn’t feel it like a full-body hit. The hope-coated challenge in her voice. The crack in her composure. The way she looked at him like he’d just picked up a sword and asked which direction she wanted him to charge in. And he would. He’d skate into fire for her if it meant making life lighter for her to carry.
So he stepped closer. Just enough to make the air shift. “I’msaying,” he said, husky as he lost himself in her gaze for a moment. “I know what this week means to you. I can see what they’re trying to do. And I didn’t come to LA to be someone’s fuckin’ punchline.”
She held his gaze for a breath too long, her heart thudding carefully. Like she was seeing him properly for the first time and liking what she saw just enough to be worked up about it.
“You sure about that, Eriksson?” she sassed him, a wide grin breaking through the cloud cover of her composure so he felt the full strength of her sun for the first time.And Jesus Fucking Christ, he wanted to bask in it.
He huffed a laugh, tilting his chin back so he could give her a cocky once-over. “Only if it’s your joke,” he replied, as his breath quickened. She was so hot,so absolutely stunning, that he was already burning for her and she hadn’t even touchedhim. Had barely even glanced his way. But Nate knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that one spark right now would see them burning the whole of LA to ashes.
Holly lowered her gaze to his lips for a split second, then glanced away. By the time she dared to look back at him her guard was up again. “So… what? You’re gonna march out there in protest like Captain Jack Sparrow washed his shirt in with a new pair of jeans?”
The Hammerhead in him rose to the occasion. He grinned, all teeth. “Only if you choreograph it, Martinez.”
A pause. Barely there, and yet monumental enough that the tide shifted between them. Her lips twitched as she seemed to fight off a smile, and he narrowed his eyes at her, now, because she had that look about her that she always wore when she was about to be a complete and utter menace, which was about 92% of the time.
“We ride after dark,” Holly asserted, making a joke sheobviouslyhadn’t thought all the way through.
“Baby,” Nate groaned, sweet memories of finger-fucking her in front of the mirror and coming so intensely in his apartment that night he saw fucking stars flashing like Vegas in his mind. “You can ride me any fucking time youwant.”
She rolled her eyes. “Shut the fuck up and show me yourchoreo, Nate.”
Take the Floor Fan Zone Forum
Topic:CRUSHED VELVET. CRUSHED LIVES.
User: VelvetRage86:
Created this account because I’m actually crying real tears. That shirt looks like a Regency cosplay had a baby with a discount ice dancer.
Nate’s face when Martin called it “romantic”?? I FELT that in my bones.
GIVE THAT MAN HAZARD PAY
User: hollyslippers420:
nate looking like a haunted prince from a period drama and holly straight up glitching???
this iscamp. this issabotage. this istelevised art.
if these two survive this, they deserve an emmy and a hug.
@takethefloorofficial on Instagram:
:[Image carousel of Nate holding the ruffle shirt like it’s contagious, Holly mid-facepalm, Kendall beaming]
Contemporary week moodboard: love, tragedy, and aggressively romantic costuming. Are you swooning or screaming?? #takethefloor #velvetgate #hollyandnate
Top Comment by @softcoreeriksson:
this is not a costume reveal this is a cry for help
also i’m buying 3 of those shirts for my bfimmediately
Kendall
ok real talk: nate’s reaction to the shirt deserves its own spin-off
