Sindy Sinclair with the Curly Hair (S.H. x Sinclair!Reader x E.M)

Part Time Lover

I guess that two can play the game
Of part-time lovers

Based on the song of the same name by Stevie Wonder.

"Okay ladies, big finish!" You shouted over Freddie Mercury, shaking your hips in front of your class.

You had gotten a summer job teaching aerobics and beginning dance at the Y. You had only been there for a week but you were actually having fun and it was keeping you conditioned for the next school year.

This was your last class of the day and your favorite, though you wouldn't tell the five year olds in your dance class that. You liked this class because it was just you rocking out to music with everyone's moms and a few younger girls. It was fun.

Your favorite part was the high cut neon pink leotard and electric blue tights you were rocking, along with a matching sweat band. You felt like the queen of aerobics, Jane Fonda, herself.

"FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT!" You yelled, launching into a hip rocking, hair shaking, downright electric routine.

"That's it Mrs. Wheeler, shake what ya mama gave ya!" You teased, pointing out the blushing blonde in the crowd. The ladies all giggled and you grinned, holding up a finger.

"I wanna make a supersonic woman a' you!" You sung, shaking your shoulders and kicking your legs out. "Pointed toes ladies, make 'em pretty! Okay on this guitar solo, I want all of you to just go crazy! Shake those asses! Ready? Have a good time, good time! FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT!"

You plied into a drop onto the floor, turning to the mirror to look at yourself. You snapped twice and rolled up, shaking your hair in circles before bumping your hip twice and grinning.

You turned around and danced around the room, praising your students and slapping some on the ass, much to their delight. When the song was coming to an end, you danced back up to the front of the class and clapped, the moms following you with bright smiles.

"Beautiful work today ladies! Love, love, love that for us! I can't wait to see all of you back here on Wednesday, okay? Same time. Thanks for coming to Aerobics with Cindy!"

You let out a deep breath and waved, grabbing your water bottle and chugging it. You smiled at the thank you's you got as everyone filtered out of the room and as you dabbed the sweat from your head and decollete, Karen Wheeler, who was one of the last in your classroom walked up to you.

"Cindy," She started with a bright smile, "I just want to thank you so much for this class. I can't speak for the other mothers but I know that my confidence is through the roof."

You smiled back at her, "You're a natural, Mrs. Wheeler. I'm surprised you haven't danced before."

Mrs. Wheeler blushed, her brown eyes shining, "Well I was a cheerleader in high school but nothing close to this. I just wished I looked like you do in my leotard."

You furrowed your brows for a second but quickly recovered, giving another easy smile. "Thanks, Mrs. Wheeler and don't sell yourself short, I hope I look as good as you when I'm older."

"Oh, stop!" The older woman giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Seriously," You insisted, bending down to gather all your stuff into your dance bag, "You're smokin', congratulations." You stood tall again just in time to see her eyes quickly move from your ass to your eyes.

You could not wait to tell Robin.

"You're too sweet." Mrs. Wheeler smiled, putting a hand on your shoulder.

Clearing your throat you nodded, smoothly shrugging off her hand by replacing it with the strap of your dance bag. "Well Mrs. Wheeler," You started, beginning to walk away, "My ride is probably here."