Dance Lessons
Title: Dance Lessons
Author: shiningdrop
Pairings: Fran x Chrome
Rating: R
Warnings: Het and some fluff. Characters by Amano.
Summary/Kink: Chrome gets dancing lessons from a most unlikely illusionist.
"A-ah!...ummm...I'm sorry.."
A sheepish Chrome constantly apologised as she regularly stepped over her partner's feet. The teal-haired male who wore a strange frog hat only wore a slight frown as his eyes flinched once more.
"Did you have to wear such high heels?" Fran sighed, as he fought back tears. Whether it was real or sarcasm, Chrome was too busy worrying about not falling over to realise.
"The dance is well...quite formal," she paused as she tugged at her own dress. It made sense to practice with the actual clothes she was going to wear, especially since it was her first time wearing heels.
Fran continued his blank expression as he sighed. "Your partners should watch out then and wear protection." Chrome gasped as she blushed, trying to hide her shame. She began to turn around, hoping to escape her failure as a dancer before being caught by a gentle tug. "All the more reason to practice until your legs are sore and you start regretting wearing those things."
Chrome squeaked as she felt warm hands on her hips. "Just take these things and shake them left and right...like a ping pong ball." Before she could protest at Fran's strange words a finger hushed her soft lips as he whispered, "Just think of it like you're creating the best illusion in the world with your whole body."
Her hands were slowly pulled into position, her blush never fading as she found herself again in that embrace, hands spread apart as she followed his lead. Their feet started gliding across the wooden floor, the golden sunset lighting up the room as Chrome wore a gentle smile. With each step, grass sprouted from the dull floor as flowers began creeping up the pillars of the room. Her feet shuffled across the new garden before wincing when she almost trip over herself, hesitating as pieces of the paradise crumbled.
"Just take it easy and steady yourself," her partner's voice reassured her. She ignored the knots within her stomach as she braved the fast rhythms of the music. She did not let future faults break her down as the two illusionists danced around in circles, taking turns adding pieces of themselves in the ever-changing illusion- a white dove, a royal castle, the Leaning Tower of Pisa...and a singing frog. OOOOOWWWWW!!!!
Both dancers stumbled on the floor as Fran held onto his hat, fighting back real tears this time. His body took the full force of her fall as he groaned. Their imaginary world vanished as Chrome muttered an apology, desperately trying to get off him.
Another hand tugged at hers. This time, her lips landed on his, as they began to unconsciously reconstruct their illusion. Their bodies danced against the floor this time as they let their hands do the talking. Chrome would always be silenced by his tongue as they rolled around in the emerald fields of grass.
"That...frog hat...really does fit...you," she managed to let out in between breaths. She felt his fingers run through her dress, before squealing when it was slowly moving down her legs. She let him be the lead, as always in these dance sessions, as they somehow stood back on their feet. Driven by passion, they danced unconsciously, bearing no thought on which foot goes where or if the last step was wrong. Somehow it all melted together as she smiled in his arms. Their garments were slowly fading into dust, before reforming into indigo butterflies.
The embrace was now tighter, it was now skin against skin. They were now standing still in their garden as they melted against each others' heat. A hand moved down to trace her inner thigh, as she smiled out of pure ecstacy, spreading her legs, ready to take him in.
"I'll show you a world you'll remember for life," she smiled as she finally let her hair down, free to flow in the wind.
"Well if it's better than your dancing then give me a ticket to first class.." Fran sighed with that same tone, only to get a cute giggle in reply and long hands drag him to the ground.
Author: shiningdrop
Pairings: Fran x Chrome
Rating: R
Warnings: Het and some fluff. Characters by Amano.
Summary/Kink: Chrome gets dancing lessons from a most unlikely illusionist.
"A-ah!...ummm...I'm sorry.."
A sheepish Chrome constantly apologised as she regularly stepped over her partner's feet. The teal-haired male who wore a strange frog hat only wore a slight frown as his eyes flinched once more.
"Did you have to wear such high heels?" Fran sighed, as he fought back tears. Whether it was real or sarcasm, Chrome was too busy worrying about not falling over to realise.
"The dance is well...quite formal," she paused as she tugged at her own dress. It made sense to practice with the actual clothes she was going to wear, especially since it was her first time wearing heels.
Fran continued his blank expression as he sighed. "Your partners should watch out then and wear protection." Chrome gasped as she blushed, trying to hide her shame. She began to turn around, hoping to escape her failure as a dancer before being caught by a gentle tug. "All the more reason to practice until your legs are sore and you start regretting wearing those things."
Chrome squeaked as she felt warm hands on her hips. "Just take these things and shake them left and right...like a ping pong ball." Before she could protest at Fran's strange words a finger hushed her soft lips as he whispered, "Just think of it like you're creating the best illusion in the world with your whole body."
Her hands were slowly pulled into position, her blush never fading as she found herself again in that embrace, hands spread apart as she followed his lead. Their feet started gliding across the wooden floor, the golden sunset lighting up the room as Chrome wore a gentle smile. With each step, grass sprouted from the dull floor as flowers began creeping up the pillars of the room. Her feet shuffled across the new garden before wincing when she almost trip over herself, hesitating as pieces of the paradise crumbled.
"Just take it easy and steady yourself," her partner's voice reassured her. She ignored the knots within her stomach as she braved the fast rhythms of the music. She did not let future faults break her down as the two illusionists danced around in circles, taking turns adding pieces of themselves in the ever-changing illusion- a white dove, a royal castle, the Leaning Tower of Pisa...and a singing frog. OOOOOWWWWW!!!!
Both dancers stumbled on the floor as Fran held onto his hat, fighting back real tears this time. His body took the full force of her fall as he groaned. Their imaginary world vanished as Chrome muttered an apology, desperately trying to get off him.
Another hand tugged at hers. This time, her lips landed on his, as they began to unconsciously reconstruct their illusion. Their bodies danced against the floor this time as they let their hands do the talking. Chrome would always be silenced by his tongue as they rolled around in the emerald fields of grass.
"That...frog hat...really does fit...you," she managed to let out in between breaths. She felt his fingers run through her dress, before squealing when it was slowly moving down her legs. She let him be the lead, as always in these dance sessions, as they somehow stood back on their feet. Driven by passion, they danced unconsciously, bearing no thought on which foot goes where or if the last step was wrong. Somehow it all melted together as she smiled in his arms. Their garments were slowly fading into dust, before reforming into indigo butterflies.
The embrace was now tighter, it was now skin against skin. They were now standing still in their garden as they melted against each others' heat. A hand moved down to trace her inner thigh, as she smiled out of pure ecstacy, spreading her legs, ready to take him in.
"I'll show you a world you'll remember for life," she smiled as she finally let her hair down, free to flow in the wind.
"Well if it's better than your dancing then give me a ticket to first class.." Fran sighed with that same tone, only to get a cute giggle in reply and long hands drag him to the ground.