The Tango
Disclaimer: ME NO OWN
Tango- (noun) a stylized Latin American ballroom dance in 2/4 time in which the steps are marked by glides and sudden pauses. IE- horizontal sex with clothes
He glared at her. She gave him a look of the upmost loathing. Neither of them wanted to do this, but as they took their positions on the dance floor of the ballroom, they recognized that they had to do this.
Then the music started…
As the first few noted of the assassin's tango started, grey eyes met catlike gold rimmed green. Her eyes narrowed, his filled with annoyance.
Neither dancer seemed to notice anyone else in the room; neither seemed to notice their commanding officer smirking in the background, a glass of Champagne in hand.
The redheaded girl snarled as his fingers dug into her waist- obviously trying to give her horrendous bruises… he let out a polish curse as she purposely stepped on his foot. With her heels.
The commander just looked on. Smirk on her face growing. "Sir?" a smooth brittish accent came from behind her.
"What's up, soldier?" she drawled, keeping her eyes on the couple in front of her.
"Is this really wise, putting them together? Especially for a mission?"
The woman chuckled. "Of course, look at them…"
True to what the blond had said, the two hadn't looked away from each other since the dance started, and now, in the middle of the dance, it changed.
Suddenly, she wraped her leg around his waist, and they spun. He kneeled down and then, they danced sideways, he was right behind her, and then he picked her up. No one and nothing would have gotted to them, the two where in their own little world. And then he dropped her, strategically, and on purpose, catching her before she hit the ground. The two sepperated.
She cocked her left hip out and gave him a sultry invitation, a look filled with everyithing that he wanted, and nothing that she wanted to keep to herself.
This time, he yanked her to his body, her back now against his firm chest. Her head leaned to the side as his hand smoothed up her dress… scorching the skin underneath the silk material of the dress. She moaned softly, trying to keep it in.
No longer were they keeping each other's passion locked inside as they had when they first started. The two hardly parted any longer than they absolutely needed to, and she went to her knees in front of him.
He dragged her up, and kissed her.
The blond on the edge of the dance floor smirked. "I knew it." She muttered.
He had been undressing her with his eyes for the whole night… it was about time he did something about it, and as his hand traveld from her n=knee to the inside of her thigh, teasingly close to where his partner wanted him- but didn't want to say, she let out another moan.
His hand went back to her waist and he once again lifted her off the ground, and her legs wrapped around his waist. And they spun., until her feet touched the ground again.
This time, she initiated the kiss., and then, she arched her back , her chest pressing against his. He spun her and his hands traveld to her breasts, savoring the feel of the spitfire in front of him. God, he wanted her… not just in the dance….. his grey eyes filled again, searing her with the want he felt… the need and the strenuous hold he held on his civility started to chip… just looking into those cat's eyes… and the sleepy smirk on her face started to drive him insain as he watched. He yanked her into a spin and dipped her over his knee…
And then the music ended….
Rachel McKenzie supreme leader of the Teens Next Door smirked as she put the empty glass down.
She could not fail to notice that two commanding officers were missing from the room…
Dear god, I love the tango… now, who is it?