Dancing Queen

Chapter 10

It all started out as a proposal to dance, really.

She wasn't drunk, not even tipsy, she had no excuses for her sinuous and captivating movements, as if she were doing some dance with a hidden message to enchant him. Like a siren song. The only excuse she had for her certainly more uninhibited attitude than usual was that she was hypnotized by the buttons of his shirt that he had unbuttoned and by his bare chest that appeared in front of her every time she approached him, calling to her.

He had taken off his blue jacket and was left only in a dark shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show his strong, hairy forearms that she had touched several times, almost hoping he wouldn't notice.

His blue eyes had a dark cast to them, making them look almost otherworldly as they roamed every single inch of her body. His gaze was a deadly mix of amazement, amusement and nostalgia.

They danced, after an initial hesitation from him who looked utterly awkward as he watched her body move and didn't quite know what to do with his own, and he placed his hands on her sides and they didn't move from there. She rested her hands on his shoulders for a while. Then, she started to let go more to the beat of the music and her hips started to loosen and sway.

He didn't miss a step of her and involuntarily pressed his hands around her, his fingers lightly digging into her soft flesh and curling around her bones, matching her rhythm. He didn't do more than that, he didn't pull her to him, or come close to her... He let her completely handle the situation, this time too. And often he had seen in her eyes the weariness of having to resist that particular magnetism between them.

Until he couldn't hold anymore.

"Frida..." he murmured, not quite sure she could hear him with that music, but squeezing his hands tighter on her hips when between their bodies she made sure it couldn't pass a pin. Her chest brushed his, their legs a breath away.

He swallowed hard "Frida... Do you want to have a drink? It's hot in here" he said almost gasping.

"Again, overconfident of your means" she teased, whispering it into his ear. That gesture unleashed a pure fire in both of their veins and she held her breath for a few moments, trying to regain control of the situation.

His hands spread around her waist, bringing her a few more inches closer to him, his eyes staring into hers. His hand slowly slid up her lower back, causing the warmth of his palm to meld with the warmth of her skin beneath her fabric.

"You're a little too sure of yourself, miss... You know that?" he told her, a slight smirk on his lips.

She raised her eyebrows "You too, you know?" she challenged him and in one fluid motion, she slowly spun around, her back to him, continuing to dance to the music.

Benny closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, the situation was really starting to get hard. When he saw her look back at him and smirk satisfied, he narrowed his eyes and in one fluid motion he pressed his hands into her hips and spun her around again.

With agile and quick hands, he made them move up along her back and then down again until they touched the curve of her butt. One hand of his remained fixed there as the other slid back down her side and then up the outside of her thigh.

"Quite enough" he replied with a smile.

She held her breath and felt the heat that had begun to build up in her stomach intensify. Her attention divided between his hands, his eyes, his lips ever closer, his breath mingling with hers.

At that precise moment, however, another sensation also gripped her heart and it was that of anxiety. Everything she said hadn't had to happen was happening, because she needed time, because they were friends.