Dancing with Danger

Chp. 23 BootCamp Dance

A/N: 

So....it's been quite a while...I'd just like to apologize for abandoning you guys. I honestly don't have any idea what happened! I'm determined to finish this thing! And I actually have ideas for a sequel. So hold onto your hats because things are about to pick up!

-theoddaud

 Hilly's POV:

We were in my basement, Elias watching as we did some ballet basics. I stood in front of Clapton so I couldn't see what he was thinking. 

"One, two, three, four, five," Elias said to the beat of the music. First position, followed by the next four. Elias came over to Clapton and straightened his arms and back.  "Demi-plie." We turned to the mirror and began to do demi-plies. "Battement Tendu." With our arms in the same position we switched movements. "Hilly, pirouette across the floor please." I gracefully moved from one corner and spun to the other. "Clapton do the same." Clapton nodded and pirouetted across the floor. It wasn't the best pirouette but he was still learning.

Ballet was like second nature to me. Clapton on the other hand never did ballet before. This was his first time doing it. So I had to watch as Elias criticized every little mistake that Clapton did. After that he made was do sets of push ups, curl ups, stretches. He had us lift weights and then He made us do lifts. Everytime Clapton messed up he would make him do it again and again and I could tell Clapton was getting angry. His body tensed and his grip on me was tight. When Elias wasn't looking I'd kiss him to try and help him calm him down. 

After Elias left that evening, I was exhausted, and Clapton was scowling. I looked at him. 

"You shouldn't let him get to you, he's just trying to help you," I told him. He sighed.

"I know, it's just very degrading when he picks and pulls at every thing I mess up," he told me. I hugged him close and pressed my face to his chest. I only pulled away when I heard Anna coming in the front door. 

"Anna?" I called as she came into the room. She was still wearing clothes from her ballet class: leotard, pink tights, leg warmers, Ugg boots, and a small chiffon skirt.

"What's up?" she said shaking her dark curls out. She went to the fridge pulling some leftovers out. 

"Do you want to help Clapton with some of his ballet so Elias won't hate him tomorrow?" I asked smiling and batting my eyes at her. She sighed and looked at Clapton and then me. 

"I'll give him an hour," she said. "But I need to take a break first." I hugged him tight and kissed her cheek. 

Forty five minutes later Anna and I were helping Clapton perfect the little ballet that he knew. Anna stayed for an hour then left to shower and go to bed, and I took Clapton upstairs. 

"If he keeps critiquing you, I'll tell him to lay off," I promised him, pressing my lips to his. 

The next day we spent a majority of the morning working out and stretching. Once we were stretched and sweaty we began working on a ballet routine. 

"I want this routine memorized by tomorrow morning so that we can move on to the next routine," Elias said. "We'll be dancing to an Adele song and it has to be perfect because I'll be videotaping you and sending it to Mr. Frail." I gave Clapton's hand a small squeeze before Elias began teaching us the routine. 

It was a fairly simple dance, with lots of spins, I'd be doing pointe, and few lifts. Even after Elias left we continued working on the dance well into the night. We had to be up early the next morning but we continued dancing until my legs were numb. I was laying on the floor.

"C'mon Wildfire," he said rubbing my leg. "One more time and then we'll call it a night."

"You aren't the one wearing pointe shoes," I grumbled. "Can we get up and practice it in the morning? I just need like two hours of sleep." He laughed a little and carried me upstairs and then upstairs again. He laid me in bed and helped me take off all my dance clothes. He took off his clothes as well and climbed into my bed. We snuggled for a while before I fell asleep. 

We nailed the routine, but Elias immediately through us into the next routine which was a alternative dance. We'd be more comfortable with this dance. Elias had chosen True Love by Coldplay. It was a gorgeous song and the dance he made was amazing. It was intimate and very loving. 

That time after Elias left we locked ourselves in my room. We laid on my bed, kissing passionately, feeling each other up over our clothes. 

"I'm so sore, but I want you so bad," Clapton said against my lips. I pulled back and laughed as I pulled his shirt up and over his head. I cupped his cheeks, brushing my thumbs over his cheekbones. "Fuck it." He tackled me onto the bed, I giggled as we began kissing again. 

We were soon both naked, my legs over his shoulders, he was sliding in and out of me. I was breathing heavily and moaning softly. He was kissing my neck and nibbling my collarbone. He slowly began speeding up, making my back arch and my hands gripped the sheets. After he reached his climax and leaned down and licked my clit and pussy until I came. We laid there, breathing heavily and sweating. I looked at him. 

"Shower with me?" I asked him with a small grin. He smiled back at me and kissed me again. We got up and hurried across the hall into the bathroom. I started up the hot water and he pressed me to the wall, kissing me again. I kissed him back wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifted me up and carried me into the shower. He closed the curtain and put me under the water, letting it run over me. He got some soap and lathered it over my body, over every curve and corner. It didn't take us long to start kissing each other again. He lifted my leg, wrapping it around his hip. My back pressed against the cool tile and I felt him slide into me again. I moaned and he began thrusting again. 

After our shower we went downstairs and snuggled on the couch, watching a movie. I had made a dinner of caesar salad with sauteed shrimp. 

Over the next twelve days we worked our asses off. We ran, lifted weights, did curls ups, and push ups. We danced until our feet bled and our legs felt like lead. I no longer felt any attraction to Elias. Not even when we were tangoing, our bodies pressed close and he practically dragged me across the dance floor. 

At the end of the week before he left we sat at the dining room table to talk. 

"So, as you know I've been speaking to Mr. Frail, keeping him informed about what we've been doing and what you've been learning," Elias said. "And he's pleased to inform both of you that you'll both be accepted to the Juilliard School of Dance on a full scholarship starting August twentieth of this year." We smiled at each other excitedly. "That's if you finish the week long camp for the elderly next week. I'm sure you'll do great. I'm looking forward to having both of you in my class this fall." He smiled and let himself out.  

Clapton hugged me tightly and I hugged him back. It was everything that I've ever wanted, but I was wondering if this was what Clapton wanted. He wasn't exactly a classical dancer like me or Anna. 

"Love you," he said softly.

"I love you too," I whispered and kissed him.