A/N: Here's part 2. Again it's set no particular place, it's left open to interpretation. Anddd... it's a little smutty! I recommend listening to the song mentioned in the story! Enjoy lovelies! :D
She glided across the floor with ease as her long arms created beautiful shapes. His mind traced back a few nights ago; bodies intertwined, craving for each other...she was his, he worshipped her .. so beautiful. He smiled at the memory, but frowned all-to-soon. He just wished they'd talked afterwards. He wanted to know what how she felt. He wanted to explain. Gracefully, she repeated the same few steps. Cross-turn-2-3, cross-turn-2-3. He sighed ..we should to talk. She didn't look at him ..just let me get these steps right first.
She didn’t want to talk. She'd avoided the conversation for the most part of the day. She wanted to save herself the embarrassment. Cross-turn-2-3. She knew what he'd say, he'd say something like ..it shouldn't have happened. It's not that he regretted it– he didn't. He just wanted to explain; what it meant, what she meant– means to him. Where do they go from there. But... she didn't want to talk.
Cross-turn-2-3 ..babe, are you really going to do this? Cross-turn-2–. He stopped her, firmly taking hold of her slight hips. He slowly drew her close to him. Her back to his front. She shuddered ..babe? She composed herself, stepped out of his hold and continued to whirl around. He chewed the inside of his mouth. Pensive. Frustrated. They were performing the Viennese Waltz at a charity event the following week, she wanted to practice ..we need to talk, Z. She took a few exaggerated steps and spun ..please. Another spin. He raked a strong hand through his wayward hair. He sighed in frustration ..fine. He decided to join her.
She watched, guardedly as he stalked towards her. His body screamed tension, however, his face illustrated a man of resolve. She remained wary. She couldn't read him. They got into hold. He led and they danced. His grip– a little less softer than before. His timing– a little less patient. He danced harder. He pulled her closer. She could hear soft, strained grunts as he thrashed each supposedly gentle step. He spun faster. Her breathing– harsher. She clung to his biceps now gleaming with sweat as he took the dance to a whole new level. It was too much for her. She couldn't keep up ..okay! She stopped abruptly and took a few paces back ..I get it..you're annoyed about the other night. She looked anywhere else but at him. He scoffed in disbelief. His gaze, very direct– intense. She could feel it ..God, no. I'm annoyed that you are so stubborn and won't talk about it. He smirked. ..I just don't want to t–. She stopped and sighed.
The moment awkwardly lingered until his ears caught something ...babe, the song...listen. The music had changed. He pointed to the air as the instrumental music to D'angelo’s ‘Untitled (-How does it feel)' slowly started to fill their senses. He smiled. The soft music soothed him. He calmed instantly.
Her eyes remained cast down. He took a suggestive step towards her. She looked up. She thought. She shook her head. He thought. He took another step towards her. She stepped back, away from him. He raised a sardonic eye-brow. He grinned, wolfishly. A wicked gleam crept into her eyes. Again he stepped forward. She smiled and turned to run. He caught her before she took her second step. She squealed. He laughed. They sighed together ..sorry ...don't be, it's all on me. He buried his face in her neck, trailing his tentative lips down and around to her bare shoulder. She rolled her head at the sensation, giving him better access to her neck. He smiled and continued to show his appreciation.
His hips started to sway in keeping with the music. She swayed accordingly. Hands on her hips, he slowly turned her to face him. Instinctively she placed her arms around his neck. They continued to rhythmically sway. She could tell where this was going as familiar rumba steps oozed out of him, confidently. With a single look, he prompted her to join. She was hesitant. She searched his eyes. She couldn’t read his mastered poker face ..you’re so hard to read sometimes. He offered an apologetic smile. She stepped back a little. Head-space. She needed headspace. She couldn't control herself around playful Val. She sighed ..fine let's talk. We can talk, I’m ready now. He smirked ..so am I, babe. With that, he kissed her, dipping her ever so slightly ..But I don’t want to talk, exactly.
Her eyes lit up. He shook his head, mockingly knowing exactly what she was thinking. His skilled hands sensually needed her hips as he brought them to his own. Connection ..Daya, dance with me. So they did.
This was okay. He could express himself better through dance. Forehead to forehead. He took control; control of her hips, swaying them with his own to the sensual assault of the melody. His sizeable hand– splayed, covered the small dip in her back. He curved her body into his. She raked her nails lightly down the back of his neck to his lower back. He felt it. He groaned, fervently. Her ability to weaken him was frightening, but sexy as hell. She twisted out of their hold and down. Down slowly, dragging a confident hand down his torso. His eyes flittered closed, briefly. He let the moment consume him. He let the feel of her take him.
His mind drifted back to that evening. He closed his eyes and a small smile played on his lips. It was ...beautiful. She was–is beautiful. He brought her back up. Forefinger and thumb to her chin. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, tenderly. His lips trailed where his thumb had been, leaving gentle butterfly kisses lingering on, and around her mouth. His stubble scratched her over-sensitised skin. She squirmed, inwardly.
He turned her sharply and spun her. He spun her round and around as the music climbed higher and higher. Their steady pulses acclimatizing to the fast-climbing beat. Each turn, sharper. Breathing– ragged. Every move sultry, sensitive... meaningful. Face to face. Her arms extended, twisting and flowing with the sound. He spun her out and released her hand, sharply. He slowed. He took a step towards her. Predator-like. She took a knowing step back in response. In one long stride he caught her. Her back to his front. She gasped, breathless. He wrapped his arms tightly around her. Their bodies contracted together, in a tight hold. He slowed. He softly sung a line of the sung to her. He couldn't sing but she liked it ... I want to take your walls down, only if you want me to baby.. how does it feel? His voice in her ear, was her undoing. He continued to hum melodious nothings into her ear. She smiled.
He kissed the back of her neck and breathed hastily ...God, Daya. She moaned, appreciatively. She was lost in him. A heady concoction; a mixture of such to a composition and the dance. And Val's hands.. his expert hands controlling her movement. He consumed her. She whispered his name. Breathy ..Valentin. He loved when she called him that. He inarticulately responded with a garbled rendition of her name as he tried to suppress another moan.
Sure enough the song climaxed. Simultaneously, he spun her out one final time. He whipped her back in, just as quickly to a sudden dip. Their noses, pressed together. Their mingled, ragged breathing slowed in unison. She clung to his neck for support as she waited for him to prop her back upright. He didn't. Instead, Val lowered her onto the floor. Her mouth formed the perfect 'o' as the cool floor boards simmered her emanate heat. Val followed her down lying beside her. He looked at her. Emerald eyes to brown. He tried to gauge her reaction. She stroked his face, lovingly. He leaned into her touch. It was everything. She was his everything. He kissed her tenderly as he ran his fingertips up her side. She deepened the kiss, pulling his face to her own. His tongue softly caressed her own. He pulled her in. He held her close. He brought his Zendayachka's head to his heart.
The rise and fall of his chest calmed her. He brought her hand to his mouth. He played with her fingertips, kissing the pads of each tip, delicately. She too thought back to the other night. It started like this. The indescribable feeling; she felt wanted, she felt beautiful, she felt.. loved. Nothing else was said, they didn't talk about the other night. She was confident, he didn't regret it. He was sure she wanted this, she wanted him. Nothing else was said... only heady breaths and silent wishes.
