One-Shot: Black Swan Kiss
"We're still working here, please! Lights! The lights!"
As the light filled the ballet studio, professional dancer Nina Sayers turned her focus back onto the dance routine she was perfecting. Her coach, Thomas Leroy, told some other dancers to go and thanked them for their patience. "Aw-ba-ba-ba-ba! You stay!" he ordered Natalie.
Once they were alone, he ushered Nina forward. "OK. Come here. Come, come come." Taking her in his arms, he assumed the role of the Prince. Silently, he and Nina began to sway effortlessly, Thomas humming the tune so as to keep them in rhythm. He spun, lifting Nina into the air momentarily before setting her back down. He now stood behind her and enveloped her into an embrace. Nina broke free dramatically like a caged bird taking flight. Thomas took her waist and allowed her to lean back against him in a dip.
"Let it go, let it go!" he instructed almost soothingly. Nina became purposeful in her movements. He lifted her once, and then again, and then a third time, his hands resting just below her ribs before slipping down to her bum.
"Feel my touch. Respond to it," he whispered, gazing into her eyes. "Come on."
But as soon as he set her down, Nina pushed him away.
Angrily, Thomas seized her wrists and pulled her forward. Nina barely had time to clutch at his shirt for support before he was kissing her full on the lips, silencing her gasp. She moaned softly in protest, before Thomas sprung back, his face curved in a frightening sneer. He forcibly kissed her again, before drawing back more gently this time.
"Open your mouth..." he hissed. Nina did not respond immediately. "Open your mouth, open it! Open it! Open it..." The last command was nearly muffled as Thomas and Nina's lips sealed around each other in an open, sensuous kiss.
This time, Nina gave in. She kissed him back, her hand curling up towards the nape of his neck. She closed her eyes...
