Author's note: Hi all! This is my first time diving into a LoK fic, as well as a girl/girl fic. I was inspired by real events in my life, and thought it would make a great story. So, yes, this is a Modern AU story. I apologize for any grammar mistake-I don't always catch them! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic.

For the Love of Dancing

Asami Sato was an excellent dancer.

Well.

In her nightly aerobics class she was the best… when the other three best dancers were gone. Oh who was she kidding-Asami was mediocre at best, but certainly not the worst. She honestly couldn't care less about her dancing skills, she only wanted to drop a few pounds and this was one of the better ways to do so. And, if she were really being honest, Asami really only came for one other reason: a certain sun-kissed, short haired, blue-eyed girl that always stood to her right.

When Asami first started her workout classes, she found herself feeling a bit isolated. It seemed that everyone knew each other, or at least the majority did. Either way Asami just stood alone, and she felt incredibly awkward about it. After a few months, she felt less isolated and was looking forward to her cardio steps. Her movements improved, she was always on beat, and sure enough she knew almost every step without referring to the instructor. At times Asami had mental competitions with fellow dancers so she could improve her 'skill'.

Asami noticed everyone. She knew what they would wear, and would even notice when they didn't appear for the class. But, suddenly, one day, it seemed that someone new appeared. The only thing that inititally caught Asami's eye was this girl's tattoo: a seemingly tribal tattoo on her right arm. Huh, Asami though to herself, that's kinda cool. And with that thought, Asami went on with her dancing. This particular girl was way off to Asami's left, so she was often hidden by other dancers in between the two of them. The only time that Asami would notice this girl was when they entered the room. Again, Asami would dart her view towards that tattoo. Soon that wasn't enough—Asami wanted to see more. Her eyes began to travel downwards—the girl had a cute butt and shapely legs. When she averted her attention upwards, Asami really took note of the girl's muscular arms, ample bosom, and rather appealing face. Being so far apart from this girl, Asami really couldn't tell how old she was. Perhaps the dark beauty was about Asami's age—that being 23—but she really couldn't tell. And, with this girl being a complete stranger, it didn't really matter. Asami just appreciated being able to watch this girl move from afar.

Two months suddenly passed, and something was different the moment Asami entered the dance studio. Right there, just a few steps behind her spot, was that girl. What? Asami thought quickly, Why is she there? For months the stranger always stood in the center back, now she was on the right side. Perhaps it was because she could have easier access to one of the two exits? Asami was confused, but for some reason felt intrigued. Well, as long as she's not in my spot.

Aside from the change in lineup, nothing much else had happened. Although, Asami felt strangely perplexed with this girl behind her—it was like as though she was being watched. Was this girl staring at her butt as she shook it with vigor? Was she admiring Asami's back rippling with baby muscle? Was this girl merely trying to get a better view of the instructor? Possibly, Asami quickly thought, feeling strangely downtrodden. With each passing thought, Asami noticed herself a step behind, or a step ahead, of what the instructor was doing. Damnit, Asami, what are you doing…

The hour passed rather quickly, and finally the class ended. With a quick sigh of both tiredness and satisfaction, Asami turned around to retrieve her sweater and water bottle. Next to her stuff was the tan girl's own sweater and water bottle. Trying hard not to stare at the girl also bending down, Asami quickly grabbed her things and turned to exit, though not before catching a small glimpse of what seemed to be a smile. For her.

I think I just found a new motivation to work out.