Jazz | TFA

With the others currently occupied elsewhere, you’d been nearly bored out of your damn mind, the silence looming over your head like a storm cloud, but at least you had at least one individual to keep you company: Jazz, who had opted to stay behind so you weren’t left lonely.

It was then that the two of you got to talking that stretched out of the course of several hours, mostly about music and plenty of other things about humans that fascinated him. It was in the middle of it all that a sudden idea hit him, a request that you couldn’t help but indulge him with.

Dancing, but nothing upbeat like you had originally thought. Slow dancing had never been your forte, but for Jazz, you were willing to give it a shot.

The palm of your hand was carefully placed in Jazz’s, your fingers gently intertwined with his, the ninja-bot’s other hand hovering over your lower back as he led you around in a circle. “You’re doin’ a lot better now, I can see the improvements ya’ve been makin’.” He gave you a grin.