Dancing is the breath of life, you can dance for joy, sorrow, or anger. What happens when you dance with the right person at the right time?
I'd like to say love...but will it ever be that easy
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{POINT N KILL}
{Episode 8}
Her point shoes now tightly tied her skin glowed in the all-white, "So what do you know that the others don't" sipping from his cup he looked up at her
"That they need us" she voiced placing her cup near where he was seating.
"Us?"
"Black people"
"Hmmm I could've guessed that but why?"
"Talent, no matter how talented they might be there be someone of color doing it better and they want...they need to capitalize off that" perfectly standing her box toe he watched as her muscles flexed at him.
"They make so much out of our talent so I say sell it and build from the profit" twirling gracefully she inched to his right before inching to his left, all on her toes as if this was second nature.
"Isn't that brown-nosing?" Aubrey whispered more to himself but the loud smack of her shoes hitting the floor flared through his body
"Brown nosing would be leaving my heritage for the profit, leaving my people, my family whereas who is always beside me?"
"Abim" he mumbled answering the question without a second thought.
She hummed in response and continued her great twirls before daringly dragging her feet on the glossy floors, her hands gracefully accentuating her figure and then honing her toes.
Dipping her body low it looked different from what he knew as ballet and she constantly changed forms.
It was like she was dancing a forbidden kind of dance
"Would it be offensive to ask how much y'all make?" releasing herself from the relever she walked to him sitting on the cold floor beside him.
"Not to me but def to Abim, she's quite secretive with new people. Yearly I make over two hundred thousand not counting outside productions like Broadway"
"Woah"
"Shut the fuck up" her hand stopped her from indulging in the red cup letting her get her snicker before letting the smooth drink fall down her throat.
"Nah you make more than some of the strippers I know" again she laughed refilling her cup, the melodic pour conned him into another shot.
Her dancing stayed nimble drink after the drink she raised her leg snuggly behind her holding it still before tightening her core swing herself into a Sauter.
Her legs flared open taking her to the other end of the room upon her landly she inched her feet together then flung herself to the ground in a fit of laughter, Aubrey's humorous cheering had got to her.
The words crept into her head till she dramatically found her way to the floor with Aubrey lightly hovering over her, his weight wasn't on her but she could feel his warmth as he amped up her antics.
Her feet were far past numb but his affirmation drove her, she found herself actively pursuing his commentary.
"That was fucking awesome" he raved drunkenly and to a drunk Yewande that was enough to make her cheeks change tints.
"Your ass looked like some time of angel if you tryna convert me I'm all for it" covering her face with her palms her giggling was uncontrollable
"Shut the fuck up" her brown eyes rolled as he lifted himself from her.
"Unless you're making me I'm not hearing it" he expected her laughter to cover his slurred words but those wide eyes opened fully batting at him.
"Don't challenge me" leaning closer she touched his hand with her own, her lips in almost a pout his mind raced a hundred miles per hour.
Sobriety was far from the room, far from his mind but maybe he should pull back.
He could smell a small hint of sweat mixed into her lavender and lemon scent, her skin shimmered at him while her newly exposed cleavage smiled displaying the hidden spots he wished to see.
From the night at the club to meeting her in full soberness he regretted not taking up on her offer but now the moonlight pressing on her face and her leaning to him. Inching closer by the second he didn't know what to do when her lips ended up on his.
Her fresh french manicure found its way to the side of his face, it seemed like she was kissing thin air he was so deep in thought that he hadn't noticed her warm lips on his.
Slowly pulling back he watched as she cocked her head to the side in curiosity, her beautiful eyebrows twisted as her lips formed a question.
"Do you not want to?" the innocence in her voice twinkled like the stars he could barely see from the window behind him
"It's okay if you don't" she glanced as his dark brown eyes looked her up and down his tongue coated his pink lips.
His lean smooth he was indeed a lover boy not new to anything, his sexuality was set in stone cause of the way lived...In the moment, YOLO right?
Her hand returned caressing the side of his head the tiniest moan slipped from her as he sucked the taste of dark liquor from her bottom lip.
Their lips stay connected as they descended onto the floor his arms kept her from the shock of the fall, he could feel her laugh as he towered over her body.
Her palms touched his lower stomach rising till she could his bare skin then she tugged on the fabric bringing him back where she wanted him.
Between her legs, he kissed her neck as his hands untied the tight bows holding her shoes to her chocolate legs meeting him halfway she kicked off her pointe shoes.
Turning her head to the side she gave him more access to her, a drunken smile curving onto her face as her hands removed his shirt.
Tossing the fabric carelessly her lower half grew damp at the thoughts of what was coming next, breaking their kiss he trailed down her neck leaving sloppy kisses.
Sloppy hickies marked her skin as his eyes met hers peeling the tight stretchy fabric from her body. Her grey bra gaped at him as he kissed down to her collar bone.
