Levels - An Academy One Shot

The Dance

From our seats on the mezzanine level, we had a good view of the dance floor. The best view was seated across from me though. Her hair was loose tonight, just brushing over her shoulders. Mmm. Her shoulders. Her black sleeveless turtleneck dress left her shoulders and arms bare. I wanted to lick them.  I looked over at my brothers. Snooze, you lose, suckers, I thought to myself. "Come on, Trouble, let's go dance and leave these fucking stiffs to their drinks" I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her off of the lounge chair.

The crowd shifted as I drew her on to the dance floor. Lights flashed with the music, illuminating the dark club. I pulled her closer to me and started to move. The corners of her lips lifted, giving me that small smile of hers. She started to sway, hips and shoulders, our bodies moving in sync. As the beat of the music picked up, we moved quicker, arms swinging, our legs brushing against each other. Feeling the music, her eyes closed and her head fell back, swaying to the beat. I was mesmerized by her. She was so fucking perfect. And fucking hot. The music was really getting going and I lost track of how long we danced.

Get on my elevator, baby we're going up
Give me that now and later, I can't get enough
So much to discover, please don't stop me now (don't stop me)
Every time I touch you, you lift right off the ground

Swaying with the beat, she opened her eyes and looked straight at me. Leaning in, she placed her hand on my chest, wrapped her slender fingers around my tie, and pulled me closer. She licked her lips, her eyes dropping to my mouth. "Meanie" she whispered. With a groan, I sealed my lips over hers, my hands clasping the sides of her face. She moaned against my lips. I licked at the seam of her lips, her mouth opened and I deepened the kiss. Time stopped.