The Forbidden Dance
Latins like to dance. That’s no question, it’s a statement. We dance fluently, slow and quick, with music ringing in our ears or beating softly with our heart. It’s sometimes the best way we find to communicate. We like to touch and be touched, most of the time it’s like if a butterfly caressed our bodies, other times its desperate and forceful.
The way we movement of our hips like a pendulum are not just meant to be seen, but felt and it’s made to hook our victims, hypnotize them and make them beyond caring of what’s beyond the purpose of our dance. We start the game even before we hit the dance floor; we look around uninterested, never making eye contact until we see the one.
Blue eyes cross mine and get held with a slight rise of my eyebrow. She moves her head slightly to the right and dares me back. I walk with a calculated pace, slow and with long strides that make my hips swing from one side to the other, never breaking the eye contact, never looking away from the slightly panicky look that’s being thrown my way. She stands even straighter, if that’s even possible.
I smirk and stand very, very close to her. I like to make them sweat a little before I pounce, it’s easy. Just look at them and say nothing. At first they will try to make you talk or break the stare, when they don’t manage to do so they start fidgeting and looking around and when that starts that’s when you speak.
-Dance with me.
She snorts at your confidence and smirks while looking around you. She doesn’t answer.
-Dance with me.
You say again but this time running a hand up and down her arm.
-No way Calliope, we both know I don’t dance, specially slow Latin music.
You smile. You see the secret to great dancers? Great leading partners. Seeing her hesitation makes you bring in the big guns.
-Baila conmigo Arizona.
You murmur in a grave voice standing so near her and almost kissing her ear with your lips. You hear her breath catch and then give a small sigh, yep, you just won the first battle. You take her hand and guide her to the middle of the dance floor; you start with small uncomplicated steps that will make her loosen up a little. Her confidence its gaining and you decide to twirl her around and somehow, without her knowing or anyone else caring, her back is pressing your front and you really start dancing.
First you bend her legs a little and take them a little apart with yours, your hands are at her hips and you start guiding them through the song moving in sync, a little to the left and a little to the right. The grinding makes her moan a little and move her hands up into the air. As she turns around you are ready for her and as she starts to straighten up you start your slow descend until her eyes become hooded with the understanding of the not so discreet suggestion your making by graving her buttocks while you are looking from her groin to her eyes.
The groan that escapes her mouth its neither quiet or originated from the effort of pulling you right up. She runs her hands around your middle and brings you closer almost crushing your ribs and you don’t care. Your hands go up around her neck and with a fiercely intense look you share you know what’s about to happen, her eyes look at your mouth and back up to your eyes and all you can do is go nearer, and when your lips barely start to touch…
BOOM!
“Dr. Torres! You are needed in the OR Immediately!” Screams Dr. Bailey outside the on call room you have been sleeping for the last 2 hours. And yeah, you scream into the pillow out of the frustration you feel, they just have to get sick exactly when it starts to get interesting…
A/N not my original story but I change a lot, okay like a tiny bit, like it being Arizona, because honestly Erica and Callie, never danced, but Callie and Arizona, danced… very sex-ely so thank you. Comment please!