Crismes One Shots - Cristiano Ronaldo/James Rodriguez

To The Moon.

* Should I put summary's on these? *

* Basically Cristiano and James taking dancing lessons *

They already knew how to dance, especially James. So Cristiano really didn't understand why they had to take lessons. Even as he was buttoning his shirt and rolling up his sleeves a bit, he glanced over at James who was giddy.

"Why do we have to take lessons?" Cristiano whined and crossed his arms, James smiled and shrugged.

"I heard that doing couple-y things, especially dance lessons," he enunciated the words as he walked closer to Cris. "It's good for relationships."

"We already have a great relationship mi amor," Cris whined again as James grabbed his left hand and put his other hand on his shoulder. "We don't need to take these ridiculous lessons to better our already great relationship."

"I know I know." James giggled and they slowly began to move, except... Cristiano really didn't know what James was trying to do, or which dance they were attempting, so they ended up accidently stepping on each other's feet. "This is why we need to take dancing lessons."

Cristiano was about to protest but just then the door bell rang, James practically ripped himself away and bolted out of the room. Okay, well this was happening. Officially. They were going to have dancing lessons, slowly Cristiano followed James footsteps, already hearing him talking to who surely were the dance instructors downstairs. He took one last glance at the rooms upstairs, their children were out with their families so it just left him and James alone in the house.

"Oh, he's upstairs, he's coming down right now." James led the instructor's to where Cristiano was now walking down. His face lit up and how was Cris not supposed to smile back, especially when James looked so happy. "There he is."

"Here I am," Cristiano hummed and as he reached the last steps, the woman instructor grinned at him. She was older, but he wasn't going to assume her age, that would be rude.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Ronaldo."

"The pleasure's mine," Cristiano grabbed her hand and pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles, earning a head bow from her. Even though he didn't like the idea of the dance lessons, he knew he had to at least be polite about it.

"So," the male instructor, surprisingly a younger man about their age, spoke up. "I believe you said you have reserved a place for us to practice?"

"Yes," James led them to the cleared out gym. It was a bit ridiculous to Cris that James was taking this as seriously as he was, moving all of their equipment to their garage.

*****

"Cris, you're doing it wrong." James hissed as they both stared down at their feet. This really shouldn't be that hard seeing as their careers revolved around their feet, but Cristiano just couldn't get his feet to step where they had to. It was easy, or at least that's what James kept saying. James was doing great, whereas Cris wasn't.

"I-I just, this is just," once again Cris stepped a bit too far forward and stepped on James toes. James giggled and pulled away shaking his head. "Stop laughing, I'm trying."

"Please, Mr. Ronaldo, you just need to calm down a bit," Michael and Anastasia observed them.

"Maybe you should help him?" Ana suggested and the man nodded.

"The act of dancing, ballroom dancing, is something magical and special." Michael gently led Cristiano towards the center of the room and once again did the same stance as James did when they were upstairs. Except this time Michael grabbed Cristiano's chin and made him look up. "It's something that you have to feel, it's a beautiful act between two people. A way to make their connection stronger, a way to make them understand each other more deeply than they ever have before." Michael was whispering to him and Cristiano couldn't help but gulp nervously. He wasn't looking at their feet so he didn't know which way to step first.