for holly
who took it
and then stepped on his foot hard enough to make the boom guy flinch
not saying they’re fucking but.
#takethefloor #nateandholly #enemiestoloversspeedrun
@SpicyShuffle on TikTok:
Caption: when your partner’s ‘don’t touch my ass’ energy gets a little too real
Footage: slowed zoom-in from promo shoot, with Holly stepping deliberately on Nate’s foot and him visibly flinching
Sound: oh no... oh no... oh no no no no no
Top Comment: is this flirting or a lawsuit idk but I’m into it. book recs?
Sully
jfc Brick i saw the promo photo
fix your face next time
you looked like you were either about to kill someone or nut
anyway good luck
Nate
Thanks for the vote of confidence, I guess?
5
THE DANCE OF SEX (AND OTHER BAD IDEAS)
Nate
“The way she moves? It’s not choreography. It’s foreplay. And I’m losing.”
Holly didn’t even look up at the cameras or crew as she flicked through the playlist on her phone, tone maddeningly casual. “So. Our first dance is the Rumba.”
He’d made it through the meet and greet gauntlet and landed in Rehearsal Studio 4. This was where Holly’d be whipping him into shape over the next few months, assuming he didn’t crash and burn before he showed her he could actuallymove. He didn’t hate the idea of the whipping, either.
“You’re starting me off with the dance of love?” He smirked. “You really are a glutton for punishment, Martinez.”
The look she gave him was stacked with skepticism and expectation. He wasn’t sure he really knew what to do with either of them.
“People like to call it the dance of love,” she huffed, “but that’s bullshit. It’s not about romance.”
Holly looked him up and down, a sudden heat in her gaze like she was sizing him up for something unholy. And then she moved, heels striking the parquetry as though she’d never missed a step in her entire life. She circled slowly, and Nate felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up.
“What’s it about, then?” he asked, fighting the instinct to look over his shoulder at her. Why was his throat so fucking dry? Were the cameras getting this? Of course they fucking were.
“It’s about want,” she purred from somewhere in the space behind him. “Restraint.The game between seduction and surrender.”
Holly finally made a full revolution, coming to a stop in front of him. Her expression was light again, like she’d never moved. Like he’d just hallucinated the part where he was certain she was about to be deeply inappropriate with his body, and he’d thank her for every single caress.
