So here is mah story; it is once again centered on the arts. If you like that, you may want to read my story "Harmonic Connection" which is Escaflowne. If not I can't say I am aware of why you would be attracted to this one, seeing as it is, like I stated earlier, about art.
Oh hey! And Flay is alive!
She was early for class, so she waited in the changing room that connected to the studio. The room was cold and quiet; the paint was chipping slightly around the lockers and pipes. A few mirrors of various sizes were the only ornaments on the walls. Even though the school was very prestigious and wealthy they never did anything to repair the changing rooms, they figured it wasn't a necessity. It was better that the money go to the company and the studios since they were more important.
Since no one was there yet she figured it was a good time to get changed into her bodysuit, so she began to unpack her dancewear. Quickly she stripped off her coat and day clothes until she stood naked aside from her underwear. Approaching a body length mirror on the wall she stared at herself.
She gently caressed the gentle curves of her body, and pressed against areas she wished were different. Her breasts were quite large compared to any other dancer of her status thus being rather inconvenient when it came to clothing. Her arms were toned and thin, as well as her legs. Turning around she stood on demi-Pointe and stared at her bulging calf muscles. After staring for a few moments she pulled up into a rise then quickly buckled down at the pain surging through her toes. After a few seconds of rubbing her toes she removed her knickers and pulled on her pink tinged tights. Once they were on she took her bodysuit and drew it up over her tights, it sat at her hips as she removed her bra. Quickly she pulled the rest of the black suit up and went to the mirror to put her hair up.
Above anything on her body, she loved her hair. It may have been genetically enhanced, but it still grew pink and luckily her dance company didn't have a problem with that. In a quick movement she threw her hair over her head and constructed the base of her bun. After getting the shape she stood erect and grabbed a hairnet from her bag and covered her rolled hair, securing it with a few bobby pins.
Staring at her reflection she couldn't help noticing how different she looked when her hair was like that. The last thing she had to do was put on her shoes, but she couldn't stand the cold any longer so she packed up her stuff quickly and shoved it into a locker. With her shoes in hand she walked into the studio that was currently unoccupied which was a surprise since the auditions for the company soloists were coming up so soon.
Taking a seat on the piano bench, which was conveniently located next to the heaters, she slipped her foot into her satin Pointe-shoe. She wriggled her toes around wincing as her toes touched the hard block through the thin fabric. She had forgotten to replace the gel pouches. She sighed out of frustration, and took the shoe off roughly. She knew she had packed some extra tape and lamb's wool in her bag for occasions such as this. However she wasn't used to lamb's wool considering she hadn't used it since she was younger.
She walked back into the cold, dull change room and went to her locker to retrieve the tape and wool. After a few seconds of searching she managed to find the desired items and closed the locker. Since she wasn't sure how much wool she needed she took all of it and brought the roll of tape. Once she returned to the studio, it was still empty, so she walked over to the piano bench and began taping her toes.
Once she had finished she stopped before she could stuff the blocks and took advantage of the empty room. Almost cautiously she walked to the middle of the studio and placed arabesque in first. Slowly she ran through all five positions finishing with an arabesque penchée pulling into relevé. Feeling a little braver she brought her leg down and moved into a chassé, which was a transition for a jeté entrelacé. With three chaînés across the floor, she developed into a series of coupé jetés en entournant. Finishing in Fourth with a deep plié, picking up into attitude and completing a promenade. Bringing her working leg into retiré and her supporting leg onto demi-pointe and finished in fifth.
She was already sweating and the class hadn't even started. It wasn't the brightest idea to throw her engery into an improv but it felt good. She could hear other girls arriving and conversing in the change room, so she made her way over to her waiting shoes. After she tested the amount of wool, she rolled down the feet of her tights, covering her feet and slipped them into the shoes. Taking her time she tied the ribbon securely around her ankle across the top of her arch. Now all that was left to do was wait, wait for the girls and wait for the Ballet teacher to come.
She slouched against the piano, leaning her forehead against the cabinet and stared at the black and white keys. After about a minute of getting bored, she began to plunk out a rather primary tune. She stopped when she heard the door of the change room open and three girls walked out.
"Oh hey Lacus," one of them said while she put her hair up.
"Hello Meyrin," Lacus said warmly, "any plans for your weekend?"
"Not really, I mean all I really can do is study," Meyrin answered sitting on the floor in front of Lacus.
"Exams?" Lacus asked.
"Not really, it's just I have to stay on top of my school work or else I'll be removed from the company," Meyrin said.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that… Don't worry you'll be fine they won't kick out a dancer as dedicated as you," Lacus assured.
Meyrin smiled.
Suddenly they heard a muffled squeal come from the change room, which sharpened when Flay emerged with Lunamaria attached to her arm. The two were laughing and gossiping about something that was clear in their mannerism.
"She really has to make her presence known doesn't she?" Meyrin stated more than asked.
Lacus gave her a disapproving look, "don't be bitter Meyrin."
"Lacus, you're a martyr, I can't have your mindset! I'm merely part of the bitter public beneath you!" Meyrin joked.
Lacus smiled shyly, "don't say that."
"Well it's not like I'm lying," Meyrin said.
"You shouldn't praise me, I'm just like everyone else," Lacus said getting off the bench and walking to the barre.
Meyrin followed her and took a place facing Lacus. By now almost everyone in the company had arrived and they were just waiting for the instructor.
He walked into the dark hall, after waiting for about two hours in the cold. He wasn't exactly sure of what he was doing but as soon as he saw the ad he forced his best friend to come with him.
There were dull red lights that hung low on small tables and booths in the room. A stale stench of cigarettes and alcohol was very pungent in the damp air. The whole thing seemed a bit questionable, but it was an audition, if it didn't turn out it was still good to have the experience. He stared at the stage, it was very clear that it had been in copious use and that it was quite old. The red velvet curtains were moth eaten in some areas and the scuffmarks on the stage were permanent. It was well lit though; the mechanics and equipment appeared to be in good shape.
He took a seat at the end of the stage and began to put on his tap shoes.
"Kira Yamato?" a voice called from the darkness.
"Yeah," He answered cautiously trying to focus his eyes on whomever it was that was talking to him.
"Athrun Zala?" they asked.
"Yeah, but I'm not auditioning, I'm just his accompanist," Athrun called, he too was trying to locate this person.
"Whenever you're ready then," they said and then there was silence from the back.
Turning around to Kira, Athrun exchanged a skeptical look with him.
"This is going to be brilliant," Athrun said sitting down at the piano in the grungy music hall.
"What makes you say that?" Kira said tying the laces.
"Kira, have a little faith," Athrun said as he began testing out the piano.
Kira laughed when Athrun's face contorted into a rather disgusted expression when his hands reached a dissonant chord.
"Well, it will be really awesome," Athrun, corrected.
Kira laughed, getting up and testing out the metal taps on the bottoms of his feet, "you really think this will be good?"
"Man, you're stubborn! It will be great; it's a competition for art, not the best tappers in the world, not saying you're not good but it means that you don't have a huge problem."
"Are you kidding? This isn't some amateur contest, this is huge," Kira protested.
Athrun took his hand of the keys and looked at his friend, "we can leave if you're going to be a pussy."
"You made you point," Kira said flatly.
Athrun smirked and settled his hands back on the keys.
"Are you ready?" called the voice from far behind Athrun.
"Yeah," they said simultaneously.
It started with a soft but constant heel.
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Athrun and Kira ran out of the hall yelling and screaming.
"What did I tell you!" Athrun said slapping Kira's back.
"It was fucking brilliant!" Kira exclaimed as they made their way to Athrun's place.
"How should we break this to Cagalli?" Athrun said as they walked though the brisk November air.
"Oh hell…I hadn't even thought about her," Kira said, "and we do have to tell her."
Athrun gave him a look.
"Kidding," Kira defended.
"It's a little wrong …wait never mind," Athrun, said.
"What?" Kira asked.
"Well I was going to say, 'it's a little wrong that you make more fun of your sister than I do'… but then… that's just not true," Athrun said.
They both started to laugh, when they finally came to Athrun's house. The lights were on, which meant that Cagalli was home. They walked up the snow dusted, cement steps and entered the house.
The house was warm, which was very much appreciated considering how cold it was outside. They both took off their coats and hung them up on the rack that lined the wall of the door.
"Look my cheeks are rosy! They haven't been rosy since I was…" Athrun started as he looked into the mirror that hung over the table by the door.
"Athrun have your cheeks ever been rosy?" Kira asked taking off his bag and setting it down beside the small table.
Athrun stared at Kira as he walked down the hall, "I'm sure they have… at some point."
"Athrun!" Cagalli's voice echoed through the kitchen to the front hall.
"Yeah, Kira's here," he called back.
"Oh," Cagalli said popping her head out from the kitchen doorway to see Kira walking toward her, "hey Kira."
"Wow is my sister really attempting cooking?" Kira exclaimed as he rubbed his hands together rapidly, walking by her.
She gave him a glare as Athrun followed him into the kitchen.
Kira walked over to the black stove and lifted the lid on a pot that appeared to be boiling, "ooh! Boiling water!"
Cagalli threw her wooden spoon at the back of his head.
"Ow! Shit, that was a little unnecessary," Kira exclaimed clutching his head.
Athrun was standing at the doorway laughing at the two siblings in their petty battle.
"Stop laughing Athrun!" Cagalli called out.
He merely crossed his arms over his chest and laughed harder at her expression.
"Do you want me to hit you too?"
Athrun desperately wanted to laugh harder, but knew that she was not posing idle threats.
Finally the two men sat down at the table and allowed Cagalli to cook in peace, free from snide comments.
"So guess what?" Kira asked grabbing an apple from the bowl that sat I the center of the wooden table.
"If this is another insult…" Cagalli started.
"No, it's not," Athrun, confirmed.
Cagalli turned around from the stove and faced them. She crossed her arms under her breasts, "what?"
"So I tried out for that art contest," Kira started and looked at Cagalli's waiting expression, "and…"
"And…" she repeated.
"I got in," he said.
Cagalli threw the spoon down and rushed over to the table to hug her brother.
"Is this the same art contest that is open to all the arts, that you compete with all the contenders of your craft and whoever ultimately wins gets a scholarship to … wherever!"
"It is," Athrun said.
'That's crazy! How are you both so blasé about it!" she questioned.
"I guess we're jaded…" Athrun said.
"Must be…" Kira agreed.
"Stop it!" Cagalli ordered.
The two started laughing.
"Are you crazy of course we're fucking pumped!" Kira said grabbing his sister pulling her into a huge embrace.
"Let's go out! This calls for some sort of celebration or excitement," Athrun suggested.
'Hellz yeah!" Kira yelled giving him a man hug.
"I gotta go change then!" Cagalli exclaimed running past them both up the stairs.
"Should have seen that coming," Athrun said scratching his head.
"Oh well, it's only half an hour gone." Kira said.
"That was intense!" Meyrin exclaimed trudging into the change room.
"Tell me about it," Miriallia agreed taking down her hair.
"It was good though, I feel really worked," Lacus said removing her straps.
"I feel gross, I should be used to this but it's still gross! I need a shower," Stellar confessed.
"I agree, I need one too," Lacus said pealing the rest of her bodysuit down covering herself with a towel she took out of her bag.
"Me too," Meyrin agreed, taking off her dancewear openly.
"You're just tired because you aren't as tough as Naturals," Flay spat, as she walked by flaunting her well sculpted, naked body.
Lacus and Stellar knew that Flay had been talking to them, but remained classy and refused to succumb to Flay's level.
Once all of them were ready they got into the showers.
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"That was nice," Lacus said drying her hair.
"It was, very nice actually," Stellar granted, shaking her short blonde hair.
"Does anyone have their blow-dryer here? I forgot mine," Meyrin asked.
"You always forget your blow-dryer Meyrin," Lunamaria retorted spitefully.
"Well considering you're my sister you could remind me couldn't you?" Meyrin said.
"Here, just use mine," Miriallia interjected quickly, handing Meyrin her hair-dryer.
"Thanks Mir'," Meyrin said softly, taking the device to the mirror and plugged it in.
Lunamaria watched her younger sister for a moment, then turned back to Flay who had finished getting dressed and was finishing her make-up.
"Hey, let's go out," Stellar said pulling on her white boots.
"What did you have in mind?" Lacus asked with intrigue.
"Dancing," Stellar sighed.
The rest of the girls laughed.
"But we just were!" Meyrin said turning off the dryer, and took a final few strokes through her cherry colored hair with her brush.
"I know, but going to a club is different than taking our ballet practice," Stellar protested.
"I agree," Lacus said, "I'd love to, but could we please eat something first?"
"I don't mind, as long as we eat," Miriallia laughed.
"Okay," Meyrin agreed, "did you hear that Luna?"
Lunamaria turned toward her sister, "whatever."
"You could tell mom for me," Meyrin said.
"Fine," Lunamaria said.
With that Flay and Lunamaria left the change room.
"Okay, well are you all ready?" Stellar asked.
"For the most part. Just let me lock up my stuff," Lacus said, "I don't want to carry around my dance bag, so I'll just leave it here."
"Yeah same," Meyrin said.
"And you Mir," Stellar asked.
"It's all done, just have to get my dryer back Mey."
"Oh, right!" Meyrin said grabbing the dryer from the floor and handed it to Miriallia.
"Thanks," she said taking the dryer and putting it away.
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The four girls arrived at the club after about an hour. The darkness was penetrated with ultra-violet lights and blue strobes all over the place. The floor was black marble aside from the lit dance floor. The four girls made their way to a booth on the upper floor that peered out onto the crowded dance floor. A heavy beat pulsated through the entire place, allowing very little else to be heard.
It was very crowded, which made sense considering it was a Friday night. Almost immediately Lacus and Stellar made their way down to the dance floor, unable to keep from dancing any longer. They may have been ballerinas but they still new how to dance at a club.
They found a spot right in the middle of the group of gyrating bodies, it didn't take them long to assume the style and flow. They had the rhythm in their bodies almost immediately and began rotating their hips and torsos accordingly. There were very few actual dance steps to this but it was still fun to them and it gave them a break from being the center of attention.
Finally after about half an hour of constant dancing they made their way to the bar, where the music wasn't so nagging and loud. They were sweating again, but they weren't tired, Lacus smiled as she got the bar tender's attention, who gave her a signal that he would be right with her.
"That was great!" Stellar said.
"I know! I feel great, lots of endorphins today," Lacus said sitting on one of the stools lining the bar.
"You'd think we'd be tired by now eh?" Stellar said resting her back against the counter.
Lacus smiled.
"Can I get you something?" the bar tender asked.
Lacus quickly rhymed off two drinks and reached into her jeans pocket to get her money in order to pay for them. After waiting for a few minutes the drinks were made and they made their way up to where Meyrin and Miriallia were sitting.
"Hey guys," Miriallia, said, "come to recuperate?"
Lacus and Stellar slid into the booth with Mir and Mey.
"Yeah," Lacus said taking a sip of her drink.
"It's really fun guys," Stellar exclaimed.
"I'm sure, it's just a little crazy," Meyrin said.
"Well so what? You're a dancer that shouldn't matter Mey," Lacus said.
"I'm looking for excuses to stay where I am," Meyrin laughed.
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Lacus was going for her fourth drink, she wasn't totally drunk but she was getting quite buzzed. Once she got to the bar it was quite crowded and she wasn't thrilled about waiting for service but being who she was she didn't want to make it any worse for someone else. She signaled the bartender and he acknowledged her, but it didn't eliminate the wait. She elected to take a seat, that way she would be more comfortable while she waited.
Just as she was getting up to place her order she was quickly awakened with a cold wet sensation met with her chest. Her reaction was slightly delayed due to the overwhelming shock. It only clicked when she heard the continuous apology flowing from the person beside her.
"I am so sorry, she's not normally so careless," the man said holding onto the blonde woman who had spilled her whole drink on Lacus, "…she's not normally drunk."
"Uh… D- don't worry about it…" Lacus stammered trying to recover from the initial shock.
"Shit, you're soaked," he stated.
"I am," Lacus said with a slight laugh and small tilt.
"Hold on for a second please?" he asked.
Lacus nodded as she stood rather stupidly in the middle of staring people, while the man walked away with his drunken girlfriend. Within a few minutes another man came running towards her, but she didn't notice him until he spoke to her.
"Hey, I'm Kira, the guy with the blue hair sent me over. He's a little pre-occupied right now," he said extending his hand.
Lacus glanced over to where the boy was indicating, observing the other man trying to coax the girl to take a drink of water and sit straight. It wasn't working, she would only fall over more every time he straightened her. When she turned back to look at the boy in front of her she didn't take his hand immediately as she was completely taken by his amethyst colored eyes. Suddenly she realized how rude she must have appeared and shoved her hand into his, "Lacus Clyne!" she blurted.
He laughed slightly then looked at her, "wow he wasn't kidding when he said she soaked you."
Lacus laughed hesitantly, feeling a bit stupid. She had been standing in a crowd of people wearing a practically transparent top.
"Can you come with me for a second?" he asked gently.
She nodded, not knowing what else to do. He quickly lead her through the crowd of people so they were standing in front of the women's washrooms.
"Here," he said handing her a shirt, "it's Cagalli's, the girl who spilled her drink on you."
Lacus took the shirt but could hide the look of confusion on her face.
"Yeah, I have no idea why she had an extra shirt… one of the OCD things or possibly a stupid idiosyncrasy."
Lacus laughed out loud then covered her mouth, feeling bad that she had laughed at someone she didn't even know.
He smiled at her actions. As soon as she saw it she immediately concluded that she loved it.
"Thank you," she said graciously.
"No problem," he said and allowed her to go into the bathroom to change her soaking blouse.
"Was she okay?" Athrun asked when Kira came back.
Kira sat down heavily, "she was fine."
"That's good. Man that was embarrassing," Athrun said.
"For her or for me?" Cagalli asked with a smile.
"Uh definitely for her," Athrun said.
Cagalli began laughing and roughly pulled Athrun in for a kiss.
"She was gorgeous…" Kira mused.
Athrun pulled out and looked at his friend, "I was wondering when you'd say something."
"Am I really that predictable? Was this a set up?" Kira asked anger rising.
"Whoa! Calm down, no it was actually just Cagalli being stupid," Athrun answered honestly.
"Hey!" Cagalli whined.
"Good," Kira said then he got up when he saw a flash of pink on the dance floor.
"Whoa where are you going?" Athrun called.
"I'll be back…" Kira called making his way to the dance floor.
She felt a body close in on her and before they could get any closer she turned to face them.
"Oh!" she yelped seeing that it was the boy she had met earlier.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey…"
Without any real invitation they both began dancing with each other, accommodating the other however they saw fit. It was their natural dancer's instinct and the immediate chemistry they both had with the other that allowed things to go so smoothly. It didn't take long before their bodies fit perfectly together. The music was overwhelming and swept them both up into the rush of it.
Lifting her head up she pressed the side of her face against his, allowing him to get his face closer to her body. His hands slowly slid around her torso, assuming every curve her body maintained.
"Ten bucks says, they go home together," Meyrin finally said as the three girls watched their friend dance.
"Mey!" Miriallia exclaimed slightly embarassed by her friend's statement.
"Twenty bucks says they sleep together," Stellar added.
"Stellar!" Mir and Meyrin exclaimed. Only this time Mir didn't have anywhere to go since she had wasted all her shock on Meyrin's statement.
"What?" she asked innocently, "she's quite drunk, even Lacus can be swayed by alcohol."
"Oh look, they're leaving!" Meyrin exclaimed, "Pay up!"
"No, not until tomorrow," Stellar said.
"You're seriously placing that bet?" Mir asked incredulously.
"Yes," Stellar said straight-faced.
"Alright…" Mir and Meyrin said.
The air was cold and frigid; since it was so late no cars or people were around. Lacus was the first to notice, and quickly took advantage of the privacy. She quickly turned to him and pressed her lips against his, his mouth opened slightly allowing her full access.They stood in the cold night air kissing, when suddenly she caught sight of a cab and hailed it down.
It wasn't long before they got to his place; they stumbled out of the cab and up the stairs to the entrance of his apartment. After getting through the first doors they took the elevator to the fourth floor.
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Effortlessly he took the shirt, he gave her, off and threw it too the floor. They stood apart for a few seconds before gripping each other again, executing a fervent kiss, that softened gradually into a long tender kiss. Her body melted into his as his hand ran up her back to undo the clasp of her bra. Weaving her arms around his neck she deepened the kiss, feeling his arms supporting her she allowed him to take her into his bedroom.
It was her first time, the pain was quite present even through the alcohol, she knew how to handle pain but it had never felt like this before. However even through the pain, it was still blissful. Her heart raced when he touched her, the electricity that came from his touch was so arousing that she began to forget the pain. His kisses were soft and significant, his mouth held the tinge of liquor. Whenever he pulled away she was always craving more.
Beads of sweat collected at her hairline and in the crooks of her body. She was waiting for her climax; her arms lay by her sides gripping the sheets while her head was tilted upwards.
With the final thrust she could feel her blood rush through her body. Her back arched and her body met with his chest; throwing her arms around him she dug her nails into his back. A loud gasp escaped her throat as the sensation spread and finally retreated. Her body began to slip away from his as she relaxed, allowing him to soften onto her.
Weaving his hands through her silky pink hair he allowed her to rest against him and soon they both fell asleep.
So that wasn't the most AWESOME thing ever but I hope it's decent…