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notaustralian in lolocracy

WHO LEADS WHEN WE DANCE?

Nov 02, 2009 13:21

WHO: Eduard and Roderich.
WHEN: Monday, November 2. Afternoon.
WHERE: Picante Dance Studio.
WHAT: Dancing lesson sounds fun. But what happens when there isn't enough female partner?
( So passionate... So hot... )

what are personal boundaries?, estonia, status: complete, austria, awkwardness: i has it

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I Can Feel My Pulse Quicken prof_awsm November 2 2009, 21:58:02 UTC

Eduard could barely move when he heard the command to partner up. The mirrored studio was so bright and echoing. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to comfortably nestle himself into the corner and fade out of the public eye. What had he been thinking? He had only taken a couple years of lessons during high school. He certainly couldn't dance as well as was required for this class. It was "Intermediate" for god's sakes!

Glancing towards the exit, Eduard considered just making a break for it, but all of the sudden something happened that made every cell in his body electrify and come alive. He felt so alert, a prickling sensation was rolling down his spine, and his brain was suddenly filled with joy and something more primal than excitement.

The music had started.

Reaching a hand out and barely even bothering to look at the person whose hand he grabbed, Eduard need a simple sequence of steps in time to the music towards his new partner, rolling his hips as he went. It felt so natural.

Or it had until now. Eduard's jaw dropped."

notaustralian November 2 2009, 22:39:29 UTC

Roderich was slyly making his way toward the exit when he was suddenly pulled by an invisible force and toward the outer edge of the studio. He hoped against hope that it was someone who was in a similar situation and was leading him toward an escape. But as he watched hips swayed to the beat of the music, Roderich was about to abandon all hope.

"Ed-Eduard!?" he shouted equally loud. Thankfully, the music drowned out their shocked exchange. Even though the instructor stormed by and slapped his wrist for some reason. Ah, improper position. But when was instructors allowed to slap their students?

He awkwardly swung to the samba music, keeping an eye out for the perfectionist instructor and watching Eduard's hips move in sync to the beat. He was good.

"What are you doing here?" he whispered. Hissed when the instructor grabbed his hand and slapped it on Eduard's shoulder. He muttered an apology and glanced to the floor. Where was the exit again...?

prof_awsm November 2 2009, 23:26:55 UTC

"Dancing," muttered Eduard into Roderich's neck, busy trying to keep the beat for both of them. "Try to keep up, okay?"

The other man wasn't moving so well, his legs were out of synch and his position felt uncomfortable and awkward.

"Loosen up and get closer," Eduard advised in the other man's ear, pulling Roderich roughly towards him and securing the taller man in his arms.

"It's just dancing," Eduard told the man firmly. "Just focus on me and you and the movement. It's a hot dance, the samba, and only you and I that matter."

STOP USING THE SEXY ICON. notaustralian November 3 2009, 02:19:59 UTC

Roderich awkwardly leaned away upon feeling Eduard's breath on his neck, which was odd considering that he was at least a few inches taller than the other man. Then it occurred to him that he was slouching and hunching his shoulders like a shy turtle who did not want to come out of his shell. The instructor danced by and smacked - oh Gott - his butt, telling in heavy-accented words to move his hips ( ... )

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