Sway with Me

Chapter Fourteen: Grease Lightening

Ever since the kiss, Isabelle had been trying to get back to the professional relationship between her and Cristiano; however the Portuguese wasn't willing to let go of what had happened between them.

The red head was currently having her make-up down for that night's show; she smiled at the make-up lady who was working on her, she knew that she had to keep up appearances and that she couldn't afford for people to learn that she had shared a kiss with Cristiano.

"You are all done," the make-up lady said as Isabelle flashed her, a smile and thanked her before she headed out of the make-up truck and towards her dressing room.

The red head stiffened as she spotted Irina and her sister, Tatiana, walking towards Cristiano's dressing room; Isabelle tried to ignore them but it was clear that Irina had said something about her in Russian since Tatiana was now glaring at her and reassuring her younger sister of something.

The Russian model smirked as she watched the ballroom dancer disappear into her own dressing room before she knocked on Cristiano's, she didn't know what had happened while she was away doing her photo shoot but she wasn't going to let it happen again.

Cristiano stared at his girlfriend as he opened his dressing room door; he hadn't expected her to come to anymore live shows since she'd told him how boring she found them.

"Irina... what are you doing here?" Cristiano asked as he saw the look on her face, the Russian seemed to find his costumes hilarious and this one was no different.

"I'm here to watch you compete silly... how is my man?" Irina said loudly as if trying to warn off any women that were listening; Cristiano frowned as she wrapped her arms around him and started to kiss his neck.

The Portuguese suddenly felt sick at having his girlfriend touch him while Isabelle was just down the corridor, it unsettled him completely; he hadn't even touched Irina when they had been at home, he felt like he was betraying Isabelle.

"I'm fine Irina," Cristiano said as he shrugged her off, he didn't miss the pout that Irina offered him or the look that her sister gave as she watched them; he knew that he had to end things soon with the Russian if he wanted a chance with Isabelle.

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Stepping out onto the dance floor for their jive, Cristiano took a deep breath as he saw Isabelle in her two pink piece; he had knew that he'd have to control if he wanted to get through this dance without doing something that he would regret.

The two moved into their first position in the pretend car, where they were pretending to be a couple watching a movie before the start of the song played.

The couple climbed out the car in time with the music by climbing over the car doors, Isabelle grinned as she strutted down the stairs; she had to admit that Cristiano looked amazing in leather.

Linking her arms with Cristiano, the two easily moved through the first steps of their routine; the Portuguese swallowed as he felt Isabelle pressed up against his bare chest as they did the twirls.

Their footwork was down to the T and Cristiano knew that it would probably make his football even better now that he this down; his feet were his living and without them he'd be in trouble.

The footballer hated to admit it but he was grateful that Isabelle had insisted he watch Grease, it gave him a little bit of an idea on how to capitalise on his bad boy image; what woman didn't love a bad boy?

The Portuguese licked his lips as he glanced at Isabelle's long tanned legs as they did the hand movements section of the routine before he slid her under him; he had to admit he'd love to see them tangled with his.

With the last few steps of the routine complete, the crowd went crazy as they cheered for them; Isabelle took a deep breath before she turned to Cristiano and gave him a hug, her lips grazing his cheek as she did so.

Pilar smiled as she stepped down onto the dance floor to join them, she flashed the couple a smile before turning to the judges.

"I will say this now... Cristiano I was impressed. There were lovely sharp kicks and flicks, great musicality throughout, I would have liked a little less messing about, if I am honest but overall I am very impressed with you," Víctor said making Cristiano smile as he wrapped his arm around Isabelle, whose arm was around his waist.

"Yes there was a lot of messing about but I liked it, Cristiano it was so good to see you having fun, I have nothing bad to say," Aída said making Isabelle squeeze Cristiano's side as he nodded, a bright smile on his face at the comments that he was hearing.

"Cristiano... all greased up, leather jacket, rippling muscles... I also hate you, but a very good performance," Santi said before giving Cristiano a flirtatious waving the footballer chuckle as Isabelle smiled; this was a good sign so far for high scores.

"Cristiano... you have finally arrived," Boris said before signalling that, that was all he had to say; Pilar looked a little speechless as she turned to Isabelle and Cristiano and dismissing them to head to the lounge to get there results.

Isabelle hugged Cristiano as they stepped into the lounge; they couldn't have expected the judges to be so positive about their routine.

Pilar called their attention to the judges who had their results for the jive.

"Eight,"

"Eight,"

"Nine,"

"Eight,"

were announced making the audience clap while Isabelle and Cristiano took a seat in the lounge were they would be until the voting had finished.

Irina looked at her boyfriend getting a little too comfortable with the ballroom dancer; she knew that she'd have to put an end to this now before she lost her grip on the footballer completely.

***

Isabelle smiled to herself after the live show, Cristiano and her had made it through to the next show and she was happy that there kiss hadn't thrown their professional relationship completely.

A knock at her dressing room door made the red head frown, she wasn't expecting anyone; the person let themselves inside making Isabelle stiffen as Irina revealed herself.

The Russian didn't look happy and it was clear that this wasn't a friendly visit.

"I'll make this quick... I will not let you steal Cristiano from me, I finally have him in my clutches after working so hard to catch his attention and I will not let a ballroom dancer like you steal him from me," Irina said as she stalked towards Isabelle, who glared at her; she hated how Irina spoke of Cristiano as a prize instead of a person.

"And what if I don't?" Isabelle replied making the Russian smirked as she grabbed the neck scarf that Isabelle was wearing and pulled her close; she snorted as she tried to think what Cristiano saw in the red head.

"Then you'll never dance again... in fact you'll probably never walk again," Irina threatened making Isabelle swallow as she stared at the Russian before Irina turn on her heel and walked away leaving the red head alone, she couldn't believe that Irina had threatened her to keep her away from Cristiano.

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Author's Note:

Check out the video to see the dance.