Immaculate

Dance

Plot Bunnies have run rampant over this chapter.  I am very sorry.  I didn't want to post this up, it's that boring, but I need to get it over and done with so I can try and get the next part and do some sort of justice to it.  

I've been re-reading the books and came across a huge error that I made.  Sean and Owen were not being paid to work in the school, so they were never on the register as teachers, which kinda makes some of the comments and threats and worries they had regarding Sang a mote point.  I think it's too big to change, so I'm just going to have to leave it.  Sorry. 

Sang's POV

I stepped into the heeled boots and then bent over to make sure my jeans were tucked inside. There hadn't been time to ring Gabriel so I had raided the clothes that were kept here and I think it was ok.

"Are you ready yet?" Sean called up the stairs. "The others are here."

"Coming!" I shouted and stood up again and took one last look in the mirror. I had found tight black jeans and teamed it with a silver slinky top that sparkled when I moved. It had long sleeves and a conservative neckline, but it was form fitting and it felt good. I was in my room on the top floor so I stopped at the top of the stairs and shouted down.

"Has Owen gone yet?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Sean called out.

"Nope, who wants to catch me?" I called out with a giggle and swung onto the banisters.

I heard them all shout "me" and I giggled again as I pushed myself off and squealed as I raced round and round picking up speed. I hit the bottom and Silas caught me in his huge arms and held me tightly.

"What an entrance, Aggele mou," he laughed as I kissed his cheek, winding my arms around his neck and hugging him. He put me down and I was kissing my other boys hello.

"What the fuck..." Gabriel gripped my shoulders and pushed me back slightly. "That's not what I had for you to wear."

"The dress was not suitable," Sean spoke up from where he was doing up his brogues. He had his tan slacks on with a blue shirt and a yellow tie, he looked like he had when he was a teacher.

"What dress?" Gabriel said and then slapped his forehead. "I picked up the wrong fucking bag. Was is the fringed dress? Oh fuck, that was for tomorrow."

"Why wasn't it suitable?" Victor spoke up with a frown. "I liked it."

"So did we," Sean said casually, "But if any of you spin her this afternoon, she'll be giving quite an underwear show."

"Fuck no!" North ground out and I put my hand on his arm.

"Wear it tomorrow then, Trouble," Gabriel said and I struggled to think of a reply.

"Oh, Yes! Wear it tomorrow and spin for us then," Luke laughed and dodged the slap North sent him.

"She can't," Sean said, standing up and shrugging into his reefer jacket. "It needed washing."

"Washing?" Gabriel spluttered and I felt my cheeks start to burn so I turned away from them on the pretext of putting my coat on.

"It was brand new," Gabriel was highly offended. "Victor, you should complain."

"Oh, it was fine, it just got something spilt on it," Sean said casually. "Come on then, guys and pumpkin, we'll be late."

"Does this look ok then?" I asked Gabriel, trying hard to divert anyone asking what had got spilt onto my dress.

"Yes, you look fantastic," Nathan spoke up and held out his hand to me. "Come on, peanut, drive with us."

"Spilt on it?" Gabriel looked at Victor in confusion. "How the fuck could they spill anything on it just modelling it?"