Dance Blades and a Hot Ass
Chapter 1: The Dutch Waltz
Summary: Alfred and Natalia are national level ice dancers. Arthur Kirkland, his old school bully, stumbles into the ice rink and finds a star. USUK, PruHun, other pairings.
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Alfred F Jones was 7 years old when he started ice dancing. As men are in high demand, he was quickly arranged with a 6 year old named Natalia Arlovskaya. She was harsh at first, but they were both dedicated on the ice.
What was important about them was that when Alfred first squeezed her hand, she knew immediately that he was there for her. They were rising stars at the rink, Alfred and Natalia certainly had good genes, as both were stunningly beautiful. They had to learn the first pattern dances together, and so started with the Dutch waltz. It was boring, but on inexperienced feet, it was difficult.
When they first started partnering, Natalia bore down onto Alfred's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He grumbled about it a lot, giving her dirty looks whenever she started to do it.
"Alfred! Stop with that look! Pleasant smiles, both of you!" Their coach yelled at them, and they both slapped on fake, showy smiles. "Better!"
Alfred and Natalia, in school, were as close as two peas in a pod. They often car pooled with each other to the rink, Matthew, the hockey player, sometimes hitching a ride with them.
As they were in the second grade together, and because they were both were pretty proud they were ice dancers, they soon became the subject of playground bullying.
And at the forefront, was Arthur Kirkland and a few others. "Gay!" Arthur would yell at him, shaming the seven year old. "How stupid is ice dancing?" He kicked him. He expected an answer out of Alfred, and the younger merely said it wasn't stupid at all.
Wrong answer. He was kicked again, and when Arthur was done with him, Alfred had a black eye. He went to the rink, and his coach demanded to know what hit him. "It's just this kid in school..." He mumbled.
"Well, you should know that you're better than him." His coach huffed. "You're doing something constructive with your life." Alfred nodded. "And if you train hard, I wouldn't be surprised if you two wound up going places." She smiled, and pat his head. "I can see you going places in this sport, Alfred."
Natalia was cold in school, but Alfred was bright, even despite having mud thrown over his spark.
When they would hold hands in school, they would get teased more, but neither of them minded. They were going places.
As they held onto each other in the killian position, they practiced swing roll, swing roll, until they mastered the basics.
They still had a long way to go.
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That had been years ago. Alfred F Jones was now a handsome teenager, and an olympic competitor. He and Natalia were practicing a different dance now, one that was much more difficult than the Dutch Waltz. This was the Finnstep, the required pattern dance for that Olympics.
Their competitor was none other than Gilbert and Elizaveta, who were competing for space on the ice as well as for the medal.
They had been competing against each other for as long as they had been skating, Gilbert and Elizaveta slightly older than them. That didn't matter. They were currently tied, and this would be the ultimate test of who was the better pair.
But, as Alfred and Natalia worked at the twizzle sequance in the dance pattern, someone else stumbled into the equation.
He was in fact, Arthur Kirkland, the same boy who had given Alfred a hard time in elementary and middle school. He went into the ice rink, and curiously went over to the overhead window. His parents had forgotten to pick him up for the second time this week, and as he had nothing better to do, he went over to the ice rink that was a short distance from their school. What he saw, amazed him.
It was that boy he had teased when they were younger, except he was no boy now. He was a handsome young man, and with a gorgeous smile. He watched, bedazzled, as they danced on their toes around each other, before they picked up speed almost instantly.
But even more bedazzling than his charming smile, was his very much well toned ass. Arthur gulped.
Maybe ice dancing wasn't as stupid as he had played it off to be when they were younger.
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A/N: I admit, I often follow my muse where ever it takes me, and this was a story I've been planning for awhile. Each chapter will have some of the past in it, and thepresent. I am an ice dancer, so I do know a lot about the sport. Go look up the Finnstep!