For Your Pleasure

8

I can't sleep. Not after that...experience with Cameron. It was something I had never done. I had never even kissed someone, but that was so much more than a kiss. That was touching and feeling and tongue and mouths and our body's reaction to what the other was doing. I felt electricity through his touch, it made me a alert and it tickled too. I'm not used to be touched like that, so sensitively yet so sudden. I loved it. I hate that though, I would never admit it to someone. But. I loved it. Every second. It was new and exciting, it made me feel like I was actually alive.

I trace my finger over my lips, precisely where I was kissed then down to my neck, I prick my fingers up as I realize that a certain spot is sensitive and hurts to touch. I get up and rush into the bathroom and flip the switch. I see myself in a loose black shirt and shorts, I changed out of the robe, on my neck, however, Is a very distinctive bruise looking mark but more red. I cock my head to the side and remember something Annabell once told me. I walked in on her in the bathroom in front of the mirror one early morning.

"They're called hickeys."

The memory fades away away as quickly as it entered into my head. "Hickeys." I repeat to my reflection. I touch the hickey and withstand the pain, pushing pressure to the spot. I wince from the pain and lift my finger to reveal a worse bruise forming. I laid in my bed for about five hours before this so I am assuming everyone went to bed. I creep out of my room to the darken hallway down to the stairs. I find a comfy couch and a huge flat screen TV. I find a remote on a table and press the power button. The screen illuminates the room and lets me see all the features in here. I still haven't explored the whole house yet.

A red screen appears and spells out NETFLIX. What's Netflix? I watch as movies and television show titles flash over the screen. I don't know most of them just a few kids shows and a few other movies. I select a pink title with a crazed looking woman I hit the select button and watch as the words DANCE MOMS shoots across the screen. Before I know it I see children leaping and dancing around the screen with words as a voice over. I watch as the same few kids dance and dance, finally something familiar. I can't hold myself back so I leap off the couch and copy their choreography, it's been forever since I've learned a new dance. I push back the coffee table and let myself have more room to dance. It feels amazing to feel so free in such a closed environment. That's all I know. It feels so great to be able to do something I know.

"Looking good," I hear a deep voice chuckle.

I stop immediately and land my leap in fifth position. Ben demanded that all the girls learned dance, as I already mentioned, but he was strict about it. He hired professionals to teach the girls everything from ballet to modern and jazz and other inappropriate dances. Ben caught me one time sneaking into a class when I was just two. Like I had any idea what was going on, but after he saw the little girl being able to dance before she walked he demanded that I was taught too. Of course I never performed, just practiced, the teachers and I would converse in french all the time and the would call me "The Prodigy".

"You're very talented," I see Jack, the dark haired one, in the kitchen staring at me.

"Merci," I say taking his compliment. He chuckles again.

"You been dancing long?"

"My whole life, did you not know that? It wasn't on the tag?" I say sassily.

"That's not very fair to us, we just want you to be happy."

"I know I've heard that enough tonight." I sigh.

"I could show you our basement and you could dance down there, there's much more space. " He offers kindly.

I pull my hair back and take a deep breath, "Thanks, I'd love that." He smiles to me and we walk down to a huge basement together. It seems like a dance studio already, with a mirrored wall and hard wood floors. "Wow, this is perfect." I say. I walk down to the floor and stretch my leg back. "Can you play some music?"

"You're wish is my command," He says and plays a new song I've never heard or maybe I have once. It kind of sounds like Ariana Grande. I can work with this.

As soon as the chorus comes I jump into a dance I'm just making up as I go along. I twist and turn, leap and move with the music throwing some tricks in there. I finish with a turn sequence and use my spot as Jack. His smiley face, I try avoiding it put it's like a magnet, it draws me in. I step out of the turns way out of breath. Jack claps for me as my chest rises and falls. "You're amazing, incredible!" He tells me.

I roll my eyes but can't help the smile on my lips. "What do you do?" I ask him.

"I sing." He says simply taking a few steps forward.

"Sing for me then."

"Okay." He says. "I ain't never met a girl like you and you ain't never met a boy like me. Got you on my arm..." He trails off. "I'm not very good." He blushes looking down. My face is stunned, he was perfect. He is perfect.

"No, Jack, you're voice is marvelous. Beautiful. I love it." I say trying to encourage him. "I should probably get back to bed." I say as he smiles to me.

"You know I have a hard time sleeping too, a lot of us do. If you want I could sing you to sleep."

I laugh, "I'm fine, but thanks." I say.

"Please, let me, as a favor?" He asks.

"I think I'm giving you guys enough." I scoff and walk to the stairs going back up to the main staircase. He follows behind me.

"What's you're favorite song?" He asks as we're halfway up the stairs.

"Claire De Lune," I say.

"Well I'm learning how to play piano, I'll try for you sometime. But until then...a song with lyrics."

I sigh as I reach my door. "Do you know Joe Purdy?" I ask.

"Yeah, he's great."

"Do you know the song Pretenders?"

"Of course, I can sing that and I can play it." He says and goes into a room not far from mine and comes back with a guitar. I've never seen one before except on TV. I reach out to touch it's wood body and it's smooth under my fingers.

"It's so pretty, can you teach me to play?" I ask with a yawn.

"Yeah but it's two in the morning, lets get you to bed." He decides for both of us and I go into bed sleepily. I hear him strum his fingers along the guitar strings and his voice fills the room sounding lovely with the gorgeous lyrics. I drift in and out during the beginning, and then I totally am sound asleep to Jacks voice. Peaceful and sounds of Love.

~A.N. ~

I know it's short but they might be for a little bit, I hope you like it. And damn I want Jack rn hella bad. Love you guys!!! Five votes for next chapter????Comment!!!