"Stop poking me."
"No." Harry didn't oblige his boyfriend's request and kept poking him.
"What do you want?" Dean was ready to give into just about anything to get some peace while he worked.
"You know." Correction, anything but that.
"No."
"Please." Dean sighed and stopped what he was working on.
"Fine. But not in this position." It's not like they could even do it in this position. Not what Harry was asking for at least.
"No just do it!" Dean let out an exasperated sigh.
"No! Not in this position!"
"What position then!" Harry nearly shouted but remembered to keep his voice down.
"On the floor." Harry obliged Dean just this once.
"Harder."
Dean ignored him completely.
"Damnit, D! Push it harder!"
"No, it won't go any farther! Look!"
"Whatever. Just stop then." Harry finally gave in to give his boyfriend some peace.
Harry smiled at Dean and both danseurs stood and placed their hands on the barre continuing their stretching so they were ready when the ballet master entered the room to begin the company class. Harry had to except that his arch just couldn't be stretched any farther.
A conversation very similar to this one occurred between me and a friend of mine about me stretching her feet before our other two friends, sitting on the other couch at my house burst out laughing and Nicole and I started blushing. I 3 U Nicole! BTW… A danseur is a male dancer hired by a ballet company. And I'm using a new program for this so it may be odd, I don't know yet.
~DancingWithRoses
~Gabby