Me & Gwen Stacy

eight

-eight-

"It's your turn to dance."

That was probably the thrid time she'd said it and I hadn't moved.

"Peter!"

I scratched the back of my neck, "Dance... uh. Define dance..."

She rolled her eyes at me, but I could tell she wasn't annoyed. She snatched my hand and strated to lead me out to the dance floor in one fluid motion. Well it would have been fluid if she hadn't been abruptly stopped as a result of my not moving. And I wasn't moving not an inch. I was stuck, steadfast this particular place in the floor. Cause dancing? It wasn't my thing.

I could finish a qudratic equation in under a minute and pluverize bad guys but the coordination and blessing just didn't stretch as far as my dance moves. Or well-- lack there of. 

"Peter! Come-- on! Show her what you're made of. Go sweep her off her feet!" I had no idea how Mary-Jane was pulling at me in those skyscrapper heels. 

I felt the eyes of many an onlooker and quickly pulled MJ back to my chest, with a lowered voice I sorely admitted, "We have a problem. Problem being... I can't dance Mary-Jane."

At this she scoffed, "Once you can clap to a beat I'm sure you're not a bad dancer."

She was about to shove me closer to Gwen, but I grabbed but her hands in mine and rushed out, "I'm not gonna make myself look stupid in front of her."

"Peter, sometimes that's what a girl wants."

I scrunched up my eyebrows, "She wants a guy that looks like an epileptic when he all but tries to do the robot?"

Once again her loud joyus laugh tinkled in my ears as she shook her head at me, "No, silly. A girl appreciates when a guy is willing to look stupid if that's what it takes to please her."

"But that's the thing-- what if it doesn't please her? I just-- it's not that I wouldn't do anything for her I just don't think--

"Then dance with me first," she interjected, "just to get comfortable."

"I dunno..." I contemplated her propostion, but she didn't give me time to finish.

She was tugging me, leading me right in the center, and briefly I caught Gwen's eye as MJ spoke animatedly. I didn't hear a word out of her mouth as I totaly spaced after one glance at Gwen.

"Okay just step side to side to the beat."

I blinked and then realized she was demostrating. I followed suit-- probably looking ridiculous. I watched as Mary-Jane started not only moving her feet but her whole body to the upbeat song. It was like the rhythem was slowing spreading all throughout her body like a disease. Her hips rolled expertly and she raised her arms so that her hand were resting on my shoulders. 

"Um, I'm not supposed to move my hips like that am I...?"

She threw her head back with a short laugh, "No."

I sighed relieved. The way she was moving was ridiculusly feminine and if it weren't for Gwen being a few yards away I would have been insanely turned on. Actually I already was.

Gwen's the girl for me. Gwen's the girl for me. Gwen's the girl for me.

I focused on trying to keep up with the beat and not let the song run away. In general I was just trying really hard not to look like an idiot as the redhead infront of me sang the lyrics to every pulsating song without a care. 

After the third song ended and I was working up a sweat keeping up with her she said her back on my abdomen, "I think you've got it Tiger."

She spun around to face me her face flushed, lips stretched into a smile, and before I cold blink she shoved me back mouthing, "Go on."