#dancing under the starts

Hey guys! This is the first short ficlet I’m posting on here. It was short and sweet so I thought it would be the best one to start with. I got the idea from @420argonian. Hope y’all enjoy!

The fingerprints were thought to be an incredibly romantic spot for cells who found themselves in that kind of relationship. 3803 had never been there before with 1146, even on the multiple deliveries she had made to various fingers time after time. The skies were always so clear but she’d never had a reason to go and enjoy their unique designs.

“So where are we going?” She had asked 1146 as they walked down the path to the left ring finger, his arm around her shoulder as the pair walked together.

“You mentioned that you hadn’t been to the ring finger before. I thought I’d take you to see the whorl.”

“Whorl?”

“This is the only finger that has it. The rest of them are loops. Not to say those aren’t pretty but it takes a lot to see the differences”

“You mean they’re different? They all look the same to me…”
“I can’t tell the difference either.”

As they walked passed the residential area of the finger into the open area of the fingerpad 3803 looked up and gasped. The sky was shades of gorgeous reds and orange, combined with a brilliant double whorl pattern. It was two patterns swirling together, almost like a ying-yang symbol painted in the sky. It was utterly breathtaking.

“1146 its beautiful…” She gasped at the sight as they walked through the wide open field.

There weren’t many people there meaning 1146 could easily find a secluded spot for the two of them to watch the sky above. 1146 took his arm off from her shoulders to sit down on the soft grass, laying down and closing his eyes, looking at peace. She smiled down at him, a swell in her chest for the one she loved after she’d seen him go through so much. 3803 took another look up at the sky before she sat down next to him on the grass. She couldn’t say exactly when their relationship had gone from simply friends to something more but she knew now that 1146 was worth more to her than words could describe, and was happy to call him her ‘boyfriend’. Acting almost on autopilot she laid her her head down on his chest and wrapped an arm around him, pressing her chest to his side. She felt his arm wrap around her snuggly and exhale. 3803 blushed and smiled as she watched the sky above her, not having to worry about deliveries or bacteria and instead just enjoying a quiet moment together as a couple. They laid together like that for a while, 3803 listening to the sound of his breathing and 1146 enjoying the warmth she offered. Their legs began to tangle together and 3803 shifted more onto his chest and raising her hand to stroke his cheek with her thumb, he then moved to look at her. When their eyes met he leaned in and kissed her gently. 3803 made a noise of surprise but kissed him back enthusiastically, closing her eyes and leaning more into the kiss. The pair sat up and 3803 looped her arms around his neck and felt his hand find her waist pulling her closer as another hand cupped her cheek. 3803 gasped softly as they pulled away for a brief second, foreheads touching before reconnecting and leaning further into his space. 3803 moved so they were now chest to chest and hovering over 1146’s lap as they kissed.

The two were completely infatuated with one another but that didn’t stop the rising sound of soft acoustic guitar echoing from outside the body. You see, the host plays guitar, quite well in fact and vibrations carry through the fingers as you would expect. Music to the cells wasn’t a foreign concept in the slightest, but it was always exciting to hear music being played naturally and not blasted through the body by neurons, especially when it was stuck on loop.

“Hey do you hear that?” 3803 asked between kisses as the slow acoustic guitar music began to play around them.

“The host is playing their guitar.” 1146 explained, remembering the few times he’d been lucky enough to be in the fingers when the host was playing.

3803 pulled away from him to sit up and listen. 1146 followed and kept a hand around her waist, keeping her close. The two of them sat there listening to the soft strumming of an acoustic guitar playing a sweet romantic tune in a moment of peace for the two of them. Thats when 3803 stood up and grabbed 1146’s hand and pulled him up.

“Dance with me.” She smiled, the soft oranges behind her framing her like a picture.

1146 smiled at her in response as he stood up, keeping his hand steady on her waist as she placed her hand on his shoulder. The guitar still played softly around them as they held each other and took their first steps.

“I-I don’t know exactly what I’m doing” 3803 blushed as the two of them began to move, avoiding eye contact with the other cell for fear of embarrassing herself with a misstep.

“It’s okay I don’t either.” He reassured her with a calm voice and a chuckle.

The pair slowly found their rhythm, a tentative touch and a soft gaze highlighting their dance. They found themselves closer than they were when they started, feeling the heat of each others body as they moved in tandem with the music. 3803 wasn’t the most graceful of dancers, not like a macrophage or liver cell, but she trusted him to lead her and did so with a smile only she could have on her face. 1146 hoped she couldn’t feel the nervous beat in his chest as he looked down at her, feeling nothing but affection and calm. The sped up their pace a bit to match the quickening rhythm of the guitar and giggled as they stumbled. 3803 tripped over her own feet as 1146 spun her around, bracing herself for a fall but instead opened her eyes to see him dipping her after he’d caught her. Her hands were around his neck and he had an arm around her shoulders and supporting her leg.

“I think we need more practice.” She cooed as he readjusted them and continued dancing.

There were no attacks, no cuts or scrapes, not even a minor bacterial attack as they danced to the guitar. They moved much more smoothly with one another, 3803 letting him spin her to his heart’s content as she held onto him for support, sneaking a kiss or two when she could.

As the final song tapered out 3803 found herself with her legs wrapped around his waist and their arms around each other, looking at one another like they were the only two cells in the body. There was nothing for them to worry about. Their foreheads were nearly pressed together and 3803 wore a smile near inches from 1146’s face. As the final note played, 1146 closed the gap.