A/N: Ok this is my first Step Up 2 fanfic. I know that the typical pairing is Andie/Chase, but I prefer Andie/Blake. This is just a little something that I thought up while watching the movie for like the fifth time.
Please review, I would really like to know what you think.
Oh, and this is not beta-read so please forgive any errors.
Enjoy!
Andie rolled her eyes as she followed Blake to the doors. She dropped her bags on the floor as she turned to face him.
"Do you understand you have been given an opportunity that others couldn't even dream of? I put my name on the line for you and now I'm beginning to wonder if I made a mistake. You clearly have some catching up to do. Starting tomorrow I'm assigning you to attend after school sessions with me," Blake said. He tried not to chuckle when he saw the expression of annoyance on her face when he told her about the extra sessions. He knew that she hated his style of dance and to make her spend hours working on pointing and proper posture would be sure to drive her mad, but the thought of spending all that time with her made him smile slightly.
"Well, I can't, I gotta be somewhere," Andie protested. She knew that Blake didn't believe her and she didn't know what she'd say if he asked her where she had to be.
"Consider this an opportunity," he ignored her protest and headed to the door.
"What?" Andie mumbled as she grabbed her bags and left the room. Blake smiled softly to himself as he watched her walk away mumbling to herself about how much of an ass he was. He closed the door when she disappeared from view and returned to the class. For the remainder of the lesson however he couldn't focus on what he was seeing, all he could focus on was Andie. He knew that she hated the thought of after school lessons with him, but he was secretly looking forward to them.
Andie walked quickly into Dance Studio A and closed the door behind her. For some reason she didn't want other students to know that she was taking extra lessons with Blake. Even though the lessons were taking place after school, some students still hung around and in her mind she couldn't risk them seeing her having these lessons. It wasn't that she was embarrassed or anything, she just didn't want to come to school the next day and hear all over the school that she needed extra tuition from the Director.
Blake turned around when he heard the studio door open. He smiled inwardly when his eyes fell upon Andie. He was surprised to see that they had both dressed in a similar fashion; comfortable yet easy to move in. Andie dumped her bags on the floor and made her way over to where Blake stood near the full-wall mirror. He had to laugh a little when he saw her annoyed expression. At his laugh she scowled and he quickly regained his composure. He let his eyes roam over her body as she removed her shoes and socks. He rolled his eyes when he noticed that she left one trouser leg down while the other was folded up to her knee.
"Ok, now point your toe," he instructed. Andie glared at him but attempted to point her toe regardless. She watched him as she pointed her toe, knowing that she was doing it incorrectly.
"Now see, you're sickling," he unfolded his arms, rolled up his sleeves and knelt down beside her. With surprising confidence he placed both hands on her leg. She barely suppressed a gasp at the feeling of his hands on her skin. It was such a shock to her system that she placed a hand on his shoulder to balance herself, although if she was ever asked about it she would say it was because he was moving her leg and it put her off balance.
"There should be no curve disrupting the line from the knee all the way down to the tip of your toe," as he spoke he ran his hand down her leg straightening it into the correct position. He cherished the feel of her smooth skin beneath his fingertips and committed every inch of flesh he touched to memory.
"Ow!" Andie complained. She wobbled slightly and gripped his shoulder harder.
"There you go, that's it," Blake smiled. He ran his hand gently over her leg; up and down, up and down.
"Owww…pointing hurts," she moaned and pulled herself away from him. In truth, it didn't hurt at all; she just needed to get away from him. She knew that if she allowed him to touch her any longer then she would do something that could jeopardise his career, and that was something she didn't want to do.
"Yeah, it's supposed to," Blake replied as he stood up, suddenly rather uncomfortable. He locked his eyes with hers, asking her silently why she pulled away. She shook her head softly and turned away from him. In his eyes she saw more than a simple question.
"I gotta go……be somewhere……I need to go…"she mumbled as she went for her bag.
"Wait," Blake grabbed her elbow as she moved, "We're not finished yet." Andie looked at him, then at the hand that held her arm.
"But…..I….." she tried to protest but something in his eyes told her that this was one fight that she wouldn't win.
"We have an hour left of this lesson and there are some aspects of your dancing that we really need to work on, and I'm not letting you go until I'm satisfied," he cut her off. She took a deep breath and gave in.
"Fine, I'll stay," she snapped.
"Good," he replied, ignoring her tone, knowing that she was putting it on. She looked him in the eye and for a moment the world around them disappeared and there was nothing but them, nothing could come between them or destroy the peaceful moment. He rubbed his fingers gently over her elbow where he held it.
"You should let me go if we're going to get back into this," Andie said softly, her eyes never leaving his.
"You're right, I should," he agreed, however he kept his hand on her and slowly pulled her closer.
"We shouldn't do this," she mumbled as she moved closer and closer to him.
"No we shouldn't," he concurred. He slipped his hand from her elbow to run it along her arm until he could slip it around her waist without breaking the contact. Andie closed her eyes at this new contact. She couldn't believe the feelings that he was creating inside her, never in her life had she felt like this. Slowly, as if time had slowed, their lips met. It wasn't a steamy kiss; it was a tender kiss, one shared between lovers when in public. Andie felt her heart race as his hand began to gently massage her back.
She leaned into him, allowing his arms to wrap around her as he pulled closer. She gasped at the feel of his body pressed against hers. As her mouth opened Blake took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. He felt the surprise travel through her body as she realised what had happened. For a moment he thought that she was going to freak out and pull away from him, he slipped his tongue from her mouth and began to silently curse himself for trying to take things further. As he began to mentally berate himself he felt something wet and warm caress his lips. It took a moment for him to realise that it was Andie, and that she was trying to initiate a deeper kiss.
He opened his eyes and watched her face as he parted his lips and allowed her to invade his mouth. He watched as her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to contain her nerves. He smiled into the kiss and closed his eyes. The lips moved together as their tongues met in an intimate dance. Andie wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes in an effort to get closer to him. His hands massaged her lower back as they kissed.
They were both aware of the risk they were taking. If someone happened to walk by and see them there could be some serious consequences. They both knew that if they were discovered that Blake would most likely lose his job and possibly his license to teach, and Andie would have her reputation damaged for good. Yet neither of these consequences were going to stop them.
They stumbled as they moved toward the wall. They broke the kiss to laugh as they clumsily made their way across the studio floor. Andie laughed again as her back slammed into the wall. His lips descended upon hers and silenced her laugh with a passionate kiss. Blake slid his hands down to her thighs and lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around him.
Her legs wound themselves around his waist, pulling him as close to her as physically possible. He moaned into her mouth when she brushed against his growing arousal. She smiled against his lips and rubbed against him again. She ran her fingers through his black hair, the tips of her fingers massaging his scalp. His hand ran up and down her thigh squeezing and rubbing. She moaned into the kiss when his fingers found a sensitive spot on her leg.
One of her hands slipped from its place in his hair to tackle the zip on his jumper. He took his hands off her leg to help her to slip his jumper onto the floor. Now it was his turn. His hands returned to her body. One slid under her top while the other moved to begin removing the item that stood between him and her bare flesh. Andie broke away from the kiss and rested her forehead against his.
"Is everything all right?" Blake panted. He stilled his hand as it traced patterns on the skin on her abdomen. He worried that she had had second thoughts, that she didn't want this after all.
"Everything's fine, I just need to breath, that's all," she panted in reply. A smile crept upon her lips as her hand moved to caress his neck. His expression changed to one of happiness and he pressed a kiss to her lips.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked. Andie brought his gaze to hers. She couldn't believe that he thought for even a moment that she wouldn't want this. His touch elicited feelings deep inside that she had never felt before. She felt so safe in his arms that she never wanted to be anywhere else.
"More than anything," she whispered. He smiled and pressed a kiss on her jaw, then trailed more kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Andie rolled her head back on her shoulders, a low moan echoing through the room. Blake's nimble hands made quick work of her tank top and soon it was lying on the floor beside his jumper. He placed kisses down her collarbone and between her breasts. Her hands gripped his hair as she moaned. Suddenly everything became a blur as pieces of clothing were removed at a rapid pace. Soon Andie found herself pressed against a very naked Blake. She smiled and brushed herself against his arousal. He moaned at the teasing contact and pressed her harder into the wall.
"Are you ready?" he whispered as he kissed her ear. Andie nodded and, using her legs, pulled him into her. He wasn't expecting her to take the final step in bringing them together. He moaned loudly at the exquisite feeling of her tight walls around him. He was secretly pleased when he felt her barrier blocking his entrance. He captured her lips in a tender, loving kiss as he pushed all the way in. She cried out into the kiss at the sudden pain. He hated her in pain but he knew that it would soon pass.
He held himself inside her as her body became accustomed to his presence. When her breathing settled he began to move. Slowly he moved in and out of her, her inexperienced hips tried to match his movements but couldn't get the right pace. He smiled against her lips and placed his hands on her hips, guiding her. She tore her lips away from his and trailed feverish kisses along his jaw and onto his neck. When she reached the point on his neck just above the shoulder she began to suck and bite. Blake rolled his head back at the feeling of her lips on his skin, he didn't think for one moment that she would leave a mark on him that all could see.
He felt her clench around him as she neared her climax. He increased his thrusts moving faster and faster until they both fell over the edge of ecstasy. Andie cried out at the sudden feeling of extreme pleasure. She dropped her head onto Blake's shoulder and pressed a tender kiss to his flesh. They remained in their intimate position for a minute, both allowing themselves time to come down from the high. Slowly he eased himself out of her and settled her feet on the ground. She wrapped her arms around him and held him in a loving embrace.
"That was amazing," she smiled against his chest. Blake's hands rubbed her back as he nodded.
"Yeah, it was," he agreed. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and simply held her. He loved the feeling of her in his arms. Never before had something felt so right.
They pulled out of the embrace and quickly redressed. Andie gathered her bags and headed for the door.
"Wait," Blake called after her. She stopped and headed back to him. He placed a gentle kiss upon her lips before speaking again.
"Ready for another lesson tomorrow at the same time?" he asked, grinning as he spoke, "I'm not convinced that you understand the full concept of correct pointing." Andie playfully punched his arm.
"Yeah, if I have to," she mockingly replied. They both knew that she would be here at the same time tomorrow, nothing was going to stop her. When she came to this after school lesson today she didn't know what was going to happen. She had felt something for him the moment she met him, but as classes started and she saw more of him she started thinking that he was a jerk who thought about nothing other than what suited him, but now that she knew him better she could see who he really was, and that was someone that she liked. Someone that she really liked.
They left the room at a quarter-past-four. Blake made sure to stay a few paces behind her just in case anyone happened to see them, which was silly really considering that they were the only ones who had a genuine reason to still be in the building.
He watched her as she walked out of the building. As she left she cast a smile his direction before heading off down the road. He couldn't wait to see her tomorrow; he just had to figure out how to keep their illicit relationship a secret.