Ch1 :Massive Attack

Song Credit 'Nicki Minaj Massive Attack'

Tom-tom like in Lebanon, hotter than in Pakistan

Click, click, click, young, Nick the atomic bomb

Yeah, see it then you lick your tongue

Bet that it tastes good, get you some

When she watched his hips roll through the mirror, Emilia was convinced that Bodie continuing to dance their routine was going to cause her ovaries to erupt or something close.

Yeah. It had definately come time to take a break.

Abruptly stopping her moves that were in perfect synch with his, Emilia made it over to the stereo across the room and pressed the stop button, killing the music.

Bodie had been completely engrossed within the choreography that he didn't even notice when she stopped let alone walk away. Suddenly halting, first he spotted her through the mirror standing across the room before turning his head around to find her drinking from a bottle of water.

He had to admit that the cold drink looked pretty enticing and he was pretty much parched from dancing for a majority of over half an hour.

" Why did you stop?" he questioned approaching her and his duffle bag that was inches from where she stood. He dug in and took out his own bottle of water. With just small beads of sweat barely breaking the surface of his forehead, he used the back of his hand to wipe his head and spoke while untwisting the cap.

"We were only halfway through." watching him down a healthy gulp of water, Emilia couldn't resist her eyes from traveling to his throat where his adams apple bobbed each time he swallowed.

As expected the tempature in the room only felt like it had risen up a couple of degrees.

Of course she didn't want to tell him the truth that she was imagining his hips rolling and thrusting like they were- she wanted to be the one to feel those exact movements pressing against her body until she was numb from any feelings at all, even then she wouldn't want him to stop...instead she thought up a quick lie on the spot.

" I know," she said, taking a breath. " But uh, the lower part of my back was starting to hurt. I think I did one of the moves wrong or something. I just needed a minute."

One of his brows raised. Not often would she get hurt or practically ever perform moves as basic as they had been doing the wrong way. However, what surprised him the most was that she completely stopped in the middle of a routine which was something that she had never done before since he'd known her to dance.

His face expressed an honest concern which she noticed and waved him off.

" Are you cool?"

" Yeah, I'm cool." she nodded, waving her hand in a 'don't worry' manner. " I just didn't want to throw my hip out next or something. Knock on wood."

He laughed and the deep sound echoed around the studio. " I don't know, Mili," he spoke, using her nick name " that would be kind of funny to see. Imagine you trying to do a baretto clap with a cane by your side." he proceeded to do the simple move how it would look if worst case scenario, she did happen to dislocate her hip at some point.

Plain out he looked just ridiculous and she didn't appreciate him making fun at her expense even though she was laughing along with him.

" Jerk, that is not funny." she stated, flicking her open water bottle at him. There was only a small portion left at the bottom and it sprinkled on his arms and chest.

As little as it was it still made him completely stop what he was doing and stare at her. " Oh, it's like that. Okay." she matched his challenging eyes that stared at her with her own.

" Hey. You asked for it." she shrugged. "And yeah, it's like that."

" Alright. I'll get you next time." he spoke as if he was about to let her slide but in the next moment, she just blinked and he had invaded her personal bubble. His face was mere inches from hers and his hands were palm flat on her lower back.

Never had they ever been this close. Not even when they were dancing, although she had no complaints when his blue eyes glimmered with something mischevious. She could still see his boyish charm in them but at the same time, the irresistable sex appeal he carried when he was dancing, and in general, had her libido racing like mad.

Feeling his breath tickle her nose as he licked his lips, the bottle that was in her hand fell on the floor and her hands, out of instinct, went to his chest. One, because he genuinely caught her off guard and two, because she loved the feel of his muscles which she only felt a couple of times when he asked her for a massage three days ago. She totally remembered that.

" You know, I saw you watching me in the mirror the whole time we were dancing." he informed, smirking when her expression gave away that she was caught.

He found it cute and sexy at the same time. He always found his partner sexy. Fuck what the rumors were going around saying that he had a crush on Miss Aubrey. She was nothing compared to his Emilia.

" You are such bullshit with your lame back story." he laughed.

She was too distracted by his mouth to say much otherwise she would have retorted with something witty. Instead she came up with, " So. Sue me."

And at her response or lack therof, he let out a deep chortle that she had never heard a sound so... in other words, panty dropping.

He drew his face even closer if that were possible and when his eyes flickered to hers she felt her stomach knot. She could read how he honestly cared for her but at the same time, he wouldn't mind stripping her out of her sweaty clothes.

" I'll do more than that girl." he told her, before his mouth crashed onto hers.

His lips were soft and his kiss was gentle with just the perfect amount of pressure. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she invited his tounge into her mouth.

She was planning on doing a massive attack on his body later today without a doubt.