Sitting in the middle of the rehearsal studio, legs firmly crossed as she stares at her own reflection. Four walls plastered with mirrors. She had nothing else to view but herself. How do people spend all day in here? They were only booked in for an hour but could see the time dragging. Suddenly feeling rather self-conscious of her appearance. Wearing her black shorts with a white stripe down on the sides with a grey t-shirt over her sports bra. Ready to move around in and be physical.
Danielle waits patiently for her girlfriend to arrive, scrolling through her photo album on her phone in the meantime. Her signal wasn't great in here. She had promised to teach her how to dance, or at least get to grips with the basics so she wasn't going in blind when they start practising for their theatrical performances. Danielle was already confidence in her acting and singing skills, so she knew she wouldn't have a problem there, but her dancing let her down. The only time she feels comfortable with her body is in the gym.
Running only a few minutes over the suggested time they had negotiated together, with her hair up in a messy bun. A few strands waving around in the front of her face, covering her caramel eyes. She looked really cute. Danielle stares for a couple of seconds, observing the brunette in her workout attire: pale pink leggings with a matching sports bra; hugging all of her curves in the right places.
"Eyes up here, Danielle," Stefania smirks, hints of seriousness to her tone. Catching the girl off guard. She was in her element, and wanted the blonde to succeed. No funny business today. "So, do you have any skills with dancing at all?"
"Uhm- if you count school discos, then yes..." Danielle clears her throat, feeling like the amateur in the room. Did she have to date someone so talented? Watching the brunette stretching her limbs in the mirror, focusing her attention to the toned muscles on her abdomen. Wow. Then copying the movements that she's making - standing a few steps behind her.
"Okay well... I suppose that's something..." The Italian almost giggles, correcting the silliness in her voice to adopt a more sincere tone. "I need to see what I am working with..."
The brunette jogs up to the speaker, connecting her phone to the aux cable, scrolling through her playlist to find something upbeat. "Move your body to the beat of the music."
Pressing play and turning back round to face the blonde. Observing her just standing there, totally frozen in time. Danielle suddenly feeling disconnected from her body, forgetting how to even use her limbs. Her mouth slightly parted as the brunette just watches the confusion written across her pretty little face.
"Danielle?" Stefania crosses her arm, raising her eyebrows slightly. Approaching the blonde, placing her hands on her hips, feeling the stiffness in her body. Talking to her ocean eyes as she massages her skin. "Okay. How about we just loosen up first?"
The Italian switches the song - playing something a little less uptempo. Moving elegantly on her toes across the room, looking like an angel sent from above. How did she make it look so easy? The blonde sighs in frustration. Angry that she couldn't reciprocate the dance moves. The brunette connects her hands back onto her girlfriends hips, gently encouraging them to move from left to right, until she gains enough confidence to move them on her own. Biting her lip softly as she smiles at the blonde, moving her hand up to her shoulders, then down her arms until they were holding hands.
"I usually need some alcohol before doing this, just so you know..." Danielle laughs, settling into the situation, opening her body up to the music, pushing the awkwardness to the back of her mind. Letting herself be free.
Stefania lets go of her hands, moving her own hips to the beat of the music, and relaxing her body to the music. Showing the blonde how it's done. "Just pretend we're in the kitchen, listening to music..." Stefania twirls around in the room like no one was watching. "Or like you're dancing naked in your living room..."
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You Saved Me - A Stefanielle Story
Fanfiction"It's not much, but it's home, for now..." Stefania places the blondes bag onto the living room floor of the apartment. "We have a spare bedroom through here," Gesturing for Danielle to follow her into the third bedroom. The room was pretty standard...
