Emison SMUT

A Private Dance Lesson Ch. 1

Prompt: AU. Emily Fields is a dance teacher in Rosewood. She owns a small private studio above a restaurant and gives dance lessons in classes as well as in private. Let's see the dance moves she and her new student Alison are practicing.

A Private Dance Lesson

Emily closed the door as the last of her small salsa class left. She sat down on the floor in front of the big mirror and started stretching her legs out. She had been dancing since she was 4 years old so it felt natural when she decided that she would teach classes. She taught classes in almost every style from ages 5 and up. She started at 10 and usually at 4:30. Anything after that was usually a private lesson. Between teaching here and her personal life, she also volunteered to help the swim team down at her old alum, Rosewood High and help her best friend Hanna with the clothing store she opened up a town over. They were little odd jobs here and there that she loved so she had nothing to complain about. They paid the bills and she was happy, that was all that mattered.

Em shifted her body into a yoga position and starting getting into her more complex stretches. She started yoga with her now finance a few years back, and even though her finance quit, Em kept with it and by the time she just about learned everything, she'd become even more flexible than she was from just the swimming background and dancer stamina. Her finance definitely didn't complain about it either. Stretching all the way down and grabbing her toes, she exhaled deeply and was able to stretch further, really relaxing her mind and body.

Standing, Em got the next CD ready for her private lesson. She had just one more lesson to give and then she was home free. Home free: where the love of her life was, where pizza and cute onesies were...not to mention it was Friday, so that meant junk food and Netflix.

Em sighed, waiting to get home and start the weekend. She checked her phone and it read 4:15. Fifteen more minutes until her next class. She checked her schedule and seen it was her once-a-week, private dance with Alison DiLaurentis. Of course, how could she forget?

Em stomach's growled and she was tempted to run downstairs and grab a bread stick. The restaurant under her studio was an Italian one, so the long wafts of cool air that came from her window would also oftentimes bring in the smell of fresh bread or pasta, or amazing sauces rolling in and making her stomach growl. Not to mention the authentic home-style pizza was absolutely amazing. Antonio's Authentic Italian. It was her favorite for years. It was dumb luck and a wrong turn in her jogging route that found Em here in her very own little dance studio above her no favorite place for Italian.

Em had met the owner, Tony, a while back on a jog. She was taking her every morning jogging route through the streets. She made a few wrong turns but didn't stop to ask directions, it was Rosewood, she knew how to get home from anywhere. So naturally, as she was texting her whereabouts to her girlfriend at the time, it was when Tony came backing out of the store's front door holding a box full of new menus and she ran right into him. If she was looking up, she might have been able to move out of the way, but of course she hadn't been looking forward, so down they both went. After some apologizing and a break for water, Tony and Em got engaged in a conversation about what Tony's restaurant would be like.

An hour later and Emily was signing papers for the studio upstairs and eating some chicken alfredo made from Antonio's old family recipe. She had that effect on people. She was personable, nice, she knew how to talk to people, the killer smile and stellar body were just a bonus in the people persuading powers.

Em sighed and stood, breathing in another waft of food. She looked at her phone to check the time.

Damn, it's already 4:25, no time to eat something.

"Knock, knock." Em turned around to see her 4:30, Alison, standing in the doorway with a smug look on her face. She allowed herself to look the blonde over. Drinking in her every curve, like subtle ones along her legs and the more prominent ones of her waist. Em dragged her eyes up the little yellow dress, in complete contrast to her black one and soon she found herself looking into Alison's eyes. She knew she shouldn't have though. She learned with time that those eyes were dangerous.

Alison smirked and walked in coolly, setting her bag down and changing into her dancing shoes. She herself, let her eyes wander over the brunette's long toned legs. Alison admired the beauty that Emily was, yet she was never oversexualized in her movements or attitude, or even wardrobe, which Ali had found made Emily all the more attractive.

Not here Alison, you know the rules, this is strictly business.

Emily walked over to the sound system and found the appropriate track and hit play. She walked nervously over to Alison, but when the cool blue and warm brown in their eyes met, Em could sense a change in Alison's demeanor. Em quickly picked up on what that change was when Ali let her eyes look for a few seconds too long at her legs, stopping when the hem of her dress obstructed her view.

Emily, this would be wrong on so many levels, stop, thinking about-

Alison, you will not try and seduce Emily.

Both girls' inner voices raged on, but neither would say it.

Em sucked in a breath of confidence. This is MY class, I control what happens here.

Emily reached a hand out and put on a cocky grin, "ready to put in some work tonight?"

Ali met Em's gaze and smiled inwardly, oh, you have no idea.

The rules have just changed.