Yo everybody! Long time no write!
It has been ages that I've written anything remotely publish-able, but since there's someone waiting for this thingie, I'll do it. this time.

Character(s) not mine, no profit or gain blah blah the usual.

any mistakes are completely my own, my beta is currently otherwise involved *cough he's eating icecream and doesn't want to be disturbed*

like? review please, I'll hug you and you get cookies.

Written for Deborah on the subject of 'hips'

Rated M to be on the safe side

Enjoy!

He moves

She watches him from the audience, mesmerized by the fluent moves of his body. As the catchy beat drums on and their voices fill her head, she can't keep her eyes off of him. Black pants, white shirt, sweat plastered over his forehead and down his neck. His legs move swiftly over the stage, taking him away from her, only to return the singer mere seconds later. As he stands before her, she takes in the sight of the lanky singer: long skinny legs following the beat, arms that could embrace the world. His chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, and his hips, god those hips; turning, swiveling, thrusting forward when the music called for it. His moves, his body drove her insane, and the singer knew very well what he was doing.
Then she hears it; the beat was changing, sounding familiar. Her heart starts pounding faster in her chest. As the chorus comes up, he's doing it again; he's moving his hips like there's no tomorrow. His shirt sticks to his skin, His eyes find hers once more, but instead of stopping with what's he's doing, he keeps going, holding her gaze.

Baby show me, by the way you hold me
Way that you control me, speed me up or slow me
Oh when I'm lonely

He stands before her as if they were the only two people on the planet. He winks at her, and that simple gesture holds hard promises for later. He lifts his hands up in the air and his shirt rides up a bit, revealing part of his hip bones and the obvious V shape disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers.

full of stormy weather, can you make it better?
I heard what you told me, so oh show me

He moves graciously as any dancer, but behind the coordinated moves there is an entire story being told with only his body. The story doesn't have an ending, because that ending was meant only for her. Later, when they were alone. Together.
And again he would show her.
His eyes bore into hers, smile plastered on his face. He moves to the beat, gliding over the floor, hips swaying and doing things she never held possible.

As the music dies down, Kendall's hips keep moving. He dances across the stage is if no one else is watching. Her breath hitches in her throat as he climbs up the constructions to start the next song. The things his body does while he makes his way up should be illegal. They probably were. Music begins and Kendall sings with everything he has, putting all of himself in the words. He slides down the pole at her side of the stage. She sees the muscles in his arms flex as he winds one leg around the cold iron while sliding down. Her knees get more and more wobbly with every step he takes.
He is standing there for all the world to look upon, but only she is really seeing him. She sees Kendall and those damn hips. The hips that can launch a thousand ships.

Later that evening, she is waiting in her room. Her mind keeps replaying the events from earlier, the way he seduced her from a distance, no talking, no touching, only moving.
The door opens and closes and there he is; black shirt, low riding jeans, hair sticking up in all directions and a smirk that would make the north pole melt.

"Did you like it?" amusement is clear in his voice.

"I did.' Is all she says before rising from the bed, "it's just… your moves…"

"What about them?" the young man moves closer, step by step, before coming to a halt right in front of her.

"These moves?" he asks as he puts his large hands on her waist, pulling her body closer to his. She shakes her head, but slides her hands over his chest, feeling his heart beat through the fabric of his shirt.

"How about these?" he pulls her closer still, pressing their hips together and leaving no space between their bodies as he starts moving. They are dancing together, moving in sync. She feels the blood rush to her cheeks as she feels his body move against her own. Her fingers can't stay still and they find a way over his back, his neck and into his hair. The look in his eyes betrays his intentions. With one hand behind her upper leg he lifts her into his arms, still moving against her. He leans back his head a bit as a pair of familiar lips find his own as they capture them in a fiery kiss. Every feeling, every emotion that has been going through her body is thrown into that kiss. It is passionate and hot, but sweet and tender at the same time. Kendall's tongue caresses her upper lip and she can't wait to let him in.
Gently he puts her down on the bed, lying down next to her, making sure their bodies touch.

The singer trails soft kisses down her neck as his arm snakes around her waist. He presses his body closer to hers. The girl moves her hands to his side, teasing at the hem of his shirt but not yet going under it. Kendall however does not show those restrictions. Inch by inch he moves his right hand downwards, towards the hem of her blouse. When he reaches the skin, he traces one finger over it, eliciting a moan from her. But, she thinks, two can play this game. She detaches her lips from Kendall's and puts them in his neck and on his collarbone, gently sucking at the sensitive skin. Her hand hovers over his stomach, barely brushing it. Kendall's abs flex under her feather light touch and he giggles. He giggles!
He moves from beside her until his body is hovering over hers; one leg between her own he leans down on his knees, ready to continue their kisses. His tongue snakes out to lick the skin of her collarbone tantalizingly slow and she doesn't know how much of this she can take anymore as his hand pulled her leg up and squeezed her thigh gently. She uses one hand to guide his handsome face back to her lips, already missing the contact between them. Her inexperienced hands finally move under his shirt and tease his stomach as Kendall groans into her mouth. She moves her fingers up over his chest and back down to his waist before snaking to his back and raking her fingers over his skin.

"God, you are so beautiful." He whispers against her skin. Ever so careful, she lifts the leg that is positioned between his limbs, earning herself some kind of inhuman sound. Kendall looks at her intently, eyes filled with hunger, passion and lust, but there was also love. He moves his large hands away from her upper leg, along her sides. He takes the first button of her shirt in his skilled fingers and opens it, swiftly followed by the second one, all while keeping his gaze fixed on the girl before him. By the time he reaches the third button, revealing the lines of her bra, he whispers: "I want you so damn much."

"Good thing I want you too, then." And with those words she pushes him back into the mattress, changing their positions and straddling him. As she lowers her face to his for another kiss she can't help but smile at the young man.

"Sadly, this will have to wait." Kissing him one last time she gets up from the bed.

"Sometimes I wonder why I love you." He sighs, readjusting his pants.