Kiss me

Chapter 13

"Hey, flops."

My eyes crack open groggily to a soft whisper. The world around me blurry.

I look up from the comfort of Axels warm chest to see him smiling down at me.

"Flops?"

He twirls a lock of my untamed hair, pulling me closer to him.

"You're hair. It's nice and floppy in the morning. Flops."

It has a nice ring to it.

"Why not just baby?"

"I can do that too, baby." He nuzzles  the top of my head with a smile. Sun beams are shining lazily on our backs, birds chirping outside the window.

I look up to the clock. 10:06.

I have ballet today at 12, then lunch with Leon. We have an hour and a bit to just laze around. Perfect.

I slowly inch my way up towards his face, brushing our lips together and giving a little nip to his lower one. He wraps his arms around the small of my back, but I roll away.

"Where are you going?" He reaches for my hand, as I cross the room.

I only smirk and lock the bathroom door behind me.

Inside I wash my face and brush my teeth, not bothering to fix my hair. He's right, it is floppy. A little curl bounces back as I pull on it.

"Baabbyyy," he's such a... baby. I love it. I walk out and lean on the doorway, crossing my arms.

Axel sits up only to crash back down again with an exasperated sigh, covering his face with his arms.

"You're so hot when you do that." He mumbles underneath his smooth arms.

"Are you saying I'm not always hot?" I do my best to say it with a straight face.

With that, he quickly jumps out of bed and runs over to me, picking me up, and slinging me over his shoulder.

Laughter rolls over me as I try to squirm out of his grip. He lays me down on the still warm bed holding my hands off to the side. Leaning down, he kisses me on the lips, over my jaw, and down my neck.

I feel his tongue sliding over my skin, his teeth gently scraping. I bite my lip to suppress the moan. My hands are still pinned to the bed, leaving Axel in full control. He leaves kisses on either side of my neck, placing a few hickey's.

Finally I manage to squirm my arms out of his grip and wrap them lazily around the back of his neck, enjoying the moment. He's making his way down my chest, leaving a trail of saliva along my abs, almost at my bellybutton, when we hear the creak of a door.

Immediately, he jumps off of me, landing with a thud on the floor. I look up to see Ellis at the door, a sly smirk plastered on his face.

"Ya'll nasty."

"Out!" I throw a pillow at him. He only erupts in a fit of giggles as the door shuts.

I look down on the floor to see Axel looking up at me, a goofy grin on his face.

"Was I good?"

"Shut up."

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"Morning, ballerina." Leon's gravelly voice calls out as I walk through the entrance.

I hate it when he calls me that. That's the only reason he calls me it.

I look over to see him poring over a book, his olive skin shiny in the mid day sun.

Leon was of Italian descent, born there, but immigrated to Canada when he was 11. He still had a slight Italian accent.

"What book?"

"Harry Potter."

"Harry-- what? I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff."

"The more you know." He claps the book shut, a cloud of dust puffing up.

"Today, you are Juliets prince, Romeo!"

I was training for a performance at the playhouse. It was a duet with this other girl he trains, Tilly. She's kind of stuck up in my opinion, like most dancers, but none of that mattered as long as we flowed together as dancers, and could convey our undying love.

Barf.

As I walk into the studio, and slip on my black slippers, I catch the tight outfit in the corner.

Sweet baby jesus.

"You don't expect me to wear THAT, do you?"

It's an ugly aray of browns and greens, the leggings a shade of a puke green. There's a blouse underneath an unbottoned green vest that slopes down into an extremely low V neck.

I guess it fits the era.

"A dancer never complains. Hopefully the measurements are still correct, seeing as you've lost a few pounds."

He turns around as I strip down to my briefs, and do my best to wiggle into the tight leggings, double checking that my packer stays firmly in place. The weight loss definitely was not an issue. The shirt is airy, with billowy sleeves, the vest slightly uncomfortable. I turn to look in the mirror.

Hey, I actually make a kind of hot Romeo.

"Not too shabby, actually."

"Yes! Magnificent! You look just as I pictured. Tomorrow practice, Tilly will also be here, and you can practice together in costume."

Yuck, I have to practice with her tomorow. She always points out all my mistake, like she's Ms. Perfect.

The whole practice is rehearsing my solo parts of the dance, the leaps, and the turns. It's tiring as hell, and the leggings keep giving me an uncomfortable wedgie. The only thing I can think about is how bad I want to crawl back in bed with Axel.

"You've done good today. Get changed and meet me in the lobby, we'll make our way over to Handi."

Handi, aka heaven. It was my favourite Indian place. The butter chicken and lamb coconut curry that practically melted in my mouth. I was already salivating.

I quickly run down the stairs to the boys locker room, and swing open the door to see Charlie standing with his back turned to me, slipping on his shirt.

Charlie was the other teachers student, Nano. Although Nano technically worked for Leon, they had a rivalry, each trying to train the best student. The Playhouse show was basically the competition between the two duets. It was easy being Charlie's rival, he was a dick.

"Charlie."

He looks up, snarling. "Maddox."

"How's the duet going?" I ask, turning around to change.

"It's none of your buisness." I hear his bag clank against the bench as he picks it up. I turn around, fully clothed once again, smiling despite how badly I want to punch him.

"Guess not." With that I push through the door before him. I hear a huff of disgust as I leave. Beating him was going to be a piece of cake.

"Off we go!" I skip out the doors, basking in the sunlight. Leon walks behind, his posture perfect.

We sit down by the large window, ordering a round of waters. I smile as a memory pops up.

"Remember when we first met?"

"How could I forget?"