Fate Decides

Chapter 15

Levy chewed at her lip anxiously. It was Valentines day, well, evening now. Heavens Gate was absolutely packed and She was standing while the stylist put the final touches on the costume she wore.

White gauzy fabric clung to her tightly, with sheer bits dangling about her thighs forming a sort of skirt. There were small white feathered wings on her back and a simple enchantment had a halo glowing over her perfectly styled white tresses.

Crystals all over the costume made it shimmer and it was enchanted to glow faintly. Meredy grinned at her, she had just been called in from her work in the dance cages in preparation for the performance.

Madam had already come to wish her luck had told her she'd seen the rehearsals that morning and was just in awe and looking forward to watching, that the club was at full capacity, almost 1200 people in the massive facility would all be watching, even more would be watching outside on large lacrima screens set up for the "street party" going on outside for those not lucky enough to get in.

She could see the team preparing Bickslow but his dark shadowy costume kept him from being easy to see himself. He was on the other side of the stage, they were entering from different places.

He'd told her when she'd said a short time earlier before they had to separate to get ready "No nerves Kitten, if you get worried or scared or lost just look at me, come to me, I can get us back on track and if all else fails just let me lead you."

The music faded and the lights changed and Levy felt her stomach flip. "Ladies and gentleman Heaven's Gate wishes you all a Happy Valentine's Day and would like to show its thanks for your continued patronage with a very special performance by two of our fine dancers! Please enjoy these Angels of Heaven's Gate!" The announcer cried and the music began and Levy moved without thinking,

They had practiced so much, Bickslow had shown just how deep his patience could run, and how talented he really was at coaching. Levy never put a foot wrong.

The story was simple, all about a fallen angel who came to fight an angel, the pair clash at first then fall in love. The dance both erotic and romantic, the music almost haunting.

It didn't really matter how many times they did it, every time Levy slid down his body, pressed her hands against the sides of his firmly muscled leg and ran them up to his hip, every time he pressed their bodies together, made them move, her blood just boiled. It kept her from worrying about the audience.

Every time his mouth came near her ear he gave her a whisper of encouragement, told her she was doing perfectly, he was proud of her and when they finished and she was in his arms and they were kissing she barely heard the crowd go crazy.

The lights blacked down and Bickslow whisked her from the stage. They had to return twice because the crowd wouldn't stop cheering and the Madam ushered them to a balcony overlooking the street where they were greeted by more thunderous applause.

"I feel like I'm wasting your talent Bix." Madam said after they went in and had reached the dressing rooms. "That was incredible, we should have you do performances, maybe twice a month." She smiled. Bix nodded as the stylists buzzed around him removing the costume pieces. Levy was a short distance away having her own costume removed, make up and enchantments dispelled.

"I'd love it." He said with enthusiasm. Madam looked at Levy "and you! A talent right under my nose I never even considered! The crowd loved you, you're so tiny and your legs go on for days!" she stepped close to Bix and Levy saw her whisper something to him, saw him stiffen faintly, just his fists, the rest of him showed no response but Levy knew that was a carefully practiced skill he had.