Dancing Drabble/PG-13/551 Words
“Stop laughing Jacob!” She put her little hands to her hips and regarded me haughtily.
“I’m not laughing at you Bells, honestly,” I lied, forcing my lips to curve downward and choking the guffaw back in my throat. It literally hurt my chest to force it back in. I was trying not to laugh, but I’d never seen anyone move quite...like...THAT...in my...life!Me showing Bella the moves and having her copy it was not working. She was so fucking stiff. And if we kept this up I was going to be on Bella’s shit list forever. Because I was gonna laugh. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to do this differently. I thought hard for a minute. There had to be another way.
A slow devious smile crept across my face. There was another way to do this. A way that not only might loosen Bella up and ease her tight rigid body into the flow, but would benefit me too.
The song on my mp3’s speakers ended and Rihanna’s “Rude Boy” cranked on. Perfect, I smirked to myself.
I took position behind Bella, taking a hold of her wrists and pulling them down from their still annoyed grip on her hips.
“What are you doing?” she asked me warily as I pulled her back up against my chest and dropped her hands to her sides replacing my own on her hips gently.
“Oh,” I heard her breathe and was glad she couldn’t see my grin.
“Just keep your knees bent softly Bells and sway your hips like this.” I was holding her body tight against me forcing her to lean her weight back on me, so my mouth was breathing the words right into her ear and I could smell her hair as it tickled my nose. My hands were guiding her hips back and forth to the music. Her breath hitched and I saw the pulse on her carotid artery speed up. Yeah, why hadn’t I thought of this earlier?
I breathed in the strawberry scent of her hair, making my own knees a little weak. I had all the time in the world. My hands shifted her hips left and right, her sweet ass soooo close to the imperceptible bulge just starting to grow in my jeans. I took a deep breath and saw her hair fan in the breeze from my exhalation. Here was my favorite part of the song: Give it to me baby, like - I couldn’t help myself, some primal, Neanderthal part of me gripped Bella tight and I thrust my hips against her backside to the boom, boom, boom.
“Jake!” Bella squealed, forcing herself out of my grip in shock.
I was surprised myself. I honestly had not planned it; I blame my inner wolf.
“Bells! I’m sorry! Come back!”
Her little cheeks were bright pink and she crossed her arms and headed for my bedroom slamming the door behind her. At least she wasn’t going home so I knew she wasn’t too mad.
“I’m really sorry Bells,” I said through the door.
“Go away. I just need to not talk to you for about 10 minutes,” she shouted back.
“Okay honey.” I hoped she couldn’t hear the smile in my voice. I shrugged. It had been so worth it!