Title: Murder on the dance floor 2
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: CissneyxRufus
Rating: don't try this anywhere
Summary: For MommySilver who won the 41 500 kiriban and wanted Rufus, Cissney and Ballroom dancing.
A/N: One of the most difficult things to write ever is dancing, I swear….
**
"That really is a lovely dress, Cissney," Rufus said admiringly, trying not to eye the way the cloth was swirling in some places and hugging tight in others in a too obviously non-gentleman way. He really hadn't thought of Cissney in the way of a woman before; Turks were Turks and those suits all looked the same. Seeing her out of it - although in a dress, he hastily added in his mind – was quite… interesting.
"Thank you, sir." Cissney smiled, keeping her nervousness well hidden. That was the problem with Reno's plans, either they worked splendidly or they failed spectacularly.
"Oh, I think we can skip on the formalities for tonight, don't you think?" He said with faked nonchalance. Her dress *really* did move in interesting ways.
"As you wish…Rufus." Her smile did some dazzling thing to his mind and his mouth spoke before he could stop it.
"How about a kiss for good luck?"
"Oh." She blushed fiercely, lowering her eyes. "I'm not sure…can we keep it for afterwards?"
"After what…oh, right, the competition." Rufus felt himself blush. "Yes, of course. Must keep our heads and all that. Not break concentration."
"My thought exactly." She nodded sagely.
**
The competition was as high as they got and that meant all contestants were checked carefully for any concealed advantages. None were found and the program quickly moved to the traditional greeting and cheek-kissing of your opponent, which took place with as much deadly poise as two First Class Soldier sword combatants crossing blades. Possibly even Sephiroth would have blanched at the deadly glances and ice cold vehemnance, Cissney thought as she pecked yet another bony cheek, but with that pale guy, who'd ever see it?
They took their places. Soft music started to pour out and Cissney shivered delightfully at the feeling of Rufus' hand around her waist and the other, warm and strong around her own. He looked a little too deep in her eyes and she felt colour rising on her cheeks again.
They moved like the wind; the soft sound of glittering dresses mumbling like wind through reeds; light footed, passionate, every couple merged from two people to one creature of light and music.
At least until the first woman stumbled. It really could not happen, not at this level of competition, but stumble she did, almost falling over. A collective gasp from the audience and the woman fled in horrible embarrassment, her poor partner having no choice but to follow.
Cissney smiled serenely at Rufus who didn't seem to notice their competitors' slip, lost in her eyes as he was.
**
The next woman handled her slip a bit better, but her partner accidently stepped on her foot. They did continue dancing, but such a nig fault would place them firmly last in the competition. Another pair took a drunken stumble, A third almost fell out of the competition floor. A fourth started giggling uncontrollably and lost all focus. A fifth fell on their asses.
Cissney simpered and batted her eyes.
**
In the end, the winning pair was easy to appoint; only one couple had managed to get through the dance without any faults, even if their dance was a bit less complicated than the others'. Rufus seemed a bit confused, as if he was just waking up from a dream, when the judges congratulated them and the crowd's applauds swept over them. But he accepted the trophy with grace, holding it for a second before giving it over to Cissney.
"Here. You deserve it."
"Thank you, Rufus." Her smile was blindingly sweet and before he – or she – could stop him, Rufus leaned down and kissed her firmly on the mouth, lips brushing and tongues dancing. Pulling back, he swayed a little, and smiled as he said:
"That kiss…went straight to my head…" And then he fell over, straight on the dance floor.
Cissney sighed annoyed, looking down at him.
"'If you can't make yourself perform better, make the others perform worse,' Reno says. 'Put a mild toxin over your lip gloss, that will knock out your competition', Reno says. 'It will make sure you get a successful evening', Reno says." She huffed, crossing her arms as she looked down on the unconscious man. "Sorry Reno, but I'm really not that into a date rape."
