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Beta: Barrel of Monkeys

A SLOW WALTZ

To really love a woman, to understand her, you've got to know her deep inside

The dance they danced would be the beginning of a love story that knows no equal. That night they did not leave the dance studio, they did not stop the music, they did not stop their dancing. But they did give in. To their desire, want, and lust as they made promises of love.

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He's looking at her through the interior window. She's been staying late, again. Normally he would have kicked her out by now, telling her it's enough for the night. But something is stopping him tonight. He doesn't know what, but he isn't questioning it either. She's working on her floor routine. 'What else could it be' he thinks to himself, smiling softly at the picture she presents him. She's flying over the mat, her hair in a messy bun after to many redo's, never did she look more beautiful. He knows he should stay away from her, but every day gets harder, and every second he wants her more. After that night in the dance studio he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, tell her that she's the one, that what they have will last forever. That he never loved somebody as much as he loves her. He isn't afraid to think it anymore, he loves her. When he helped her come back after her fall he hadn't realized it, but slowly along the way he came to his senses. How could he not love her? Her determination, wit, beauty, power, everything she is, it's all he ever wanted.

Without fully realizing what he's doing he walks down the stairs, careful as to not scare her. Make her lose her concentration. He watches her more intensely now, her face is turned into a frown. Indicating she isn't happy with her performance. Stopping mid routine, she goes back to her starting point. Lowering herself to the ground, arms encircling her body, head resting on her knees. The routine they made months ago still as enchanting the day she finally got it right.

"Payson." He whispers so softly it barely reaches his own ears, but she looks up, always hearing his silent plea. She stands from the ground, closing the distance between them, barely making a sound. The music changes and he vaguely remembers the tune; The dying Swan by Camille Saint-Saens. He always had a soft spot for classical music, the grace and beauty in the songs completely mesmerizing, just as the young woman standing in front of him. His call will be the only time a voice breaks their spell. He takes the final step to eliminate the distance between them. She smiles at him, not needing words to tell him what she wants.

She looks up into his eyes as he looms over her. His hands move around her body until they are splayed across the small of her back, gently caressing the tiny scars of her surgery. He guides her back to the middle of the mat, taking her hand into his. Slowly he begins to move, circling both of them with the melody of the music. A waltz is what they dance, he doubts if she knows it, but she lets him lead, to the end of the song.

The music dies with the swan, but he's not letting her go. Holding her to him, he lowers his head. He flicks his tongue out and drags it slowly up her neck. He kisses a fiery trail from her jaw, where he stops, lingers, until he continues his sweet torture. Lowering down her neck to her collarbone, biting down gently before soothing it with a kiss. He hears her whimper, sees how she closes her eyes in anticipation. Her head is thrown back, granting him full access to her neck, and the rest of her body. He smiles as he guides both of them to the ground.

Whispering the love he has for her softly in her ear, he then starts lowering his lips to her mouth. The kiss is deep and passionate, and it takes her breath away. The love he just told her about evident in the kiss through his lips. His hands slide down from where they were cupping her face, gently rubbing down her shoulders to her sides where he wraps his arms around her body. Her body goes limp in his arms when he bites down on her lip before letting her breathe again, only to turn his attention to the sensitive spot just under her ear.

Finally getting back the control over her body she reaches for his face, feeling his 5 o'clock shadow as she softly runs her hand down his cheek. As if he knows what she wants he leans in towards her once again to lock their lips in a passionate kiss. Slowly, but very confidently he starts pushing up the fabric of the tank top she's wearing. He takes his time while his fingers glide over her skin. Her body shivers to his soft touch as his fingers reach the fabric of her sports bra. Her skin shivering as his soft breathing touches her bare skin. She silently asks him to come back to her and as she continues to kiss him with all the love she has, she reaches down to pull up his shirt over his head, taking a break from his lips to softly kiss his chest before returning.

He moves his hands down to her waist until he reaches the shorts hugging her beautiful curves, and slowly he slides them off. Trailing kisses all over her body, he continues to remove the shorts. When his hands return to move up her body again he runs his fingers up the inner part of her thighs, feeling how warm and soft she is. He intends to give her the most pleasure by returning his attention back on the most sensitive part of her body. Kissing her neck softly, he works his way down to the valley of her breasts. She takes a deep breath as he runs a finger over the fabric covering her breasts. Repeating her action from just moments earlier he pulls her tank top over her head, revealing the only barrier between their upper bodies. Slipping one hand around her back, he undoes the clasps, letting his fingers slide under the straps. Teasingly slow he pushes them down her arms and off her body. He lets his fingers gently run up from her waist to her breasts. His hand cups her breasts gently, and massages them, letting his thumbs play with her now hard nipples.

Her breath starts to get a little more shallow and quicker as he continues to please her. His lips never leave her skin and it doesn't take long before she's can't take anymore. Her hands move down his body until they reach his jeans. Unbuckling them she slides his jeans down slightly until they're completely off his hips. He smiles to himself, loving the feeling of her hands on his burning skin. When she pushes at his chest slightly he obliges and leans back. Giving her all the access she wants. Starting at his neck, she places kisses on his body, going lower and lower until she reaches his boxers, and lingers at the waistline. He removes his jeans completely and as soon as he throws them away she's crawling on top of him, kissing her way back up to his lips. Moving her hips, the fabric between them moves slightly, exposing just how much they want each other. He keeps her firmly in place, and she starts moving her hips again, causing the most amazing friction he has ever felt. His eyes flicker closed and his breathing becomes more shallow than hers.

Without thinking, he turns them over so he can look at her entirely. His hands glide over her body and come to rest at the waistband of her panties. With no hesitation, she lifts her hips, thus granting him permission to remove the last piece of fabric on her body. She in turn pushes down his boxers, taking away his last barrier. Sliding his hand between her legs he wets his fingers, before slowly, gently massaging her inner folds, occasionally sticking a finger into her to get it wet again before going back to continue his seduction. It doesn't take long before he feels her walls clench, her body starts to tremble and shake and a soft moan escapes her lips. When she finally opens her eyes again she sees him watching her, eyes that are wild with passion, like her own. She puts a hand on his neck, pulling him in for another passionate kiss, when she feels him move between her legs. He slowly fills her completely. Gently he moves in and out of her, his lips never leaving hers. Soon his thrusts become faster, causing her to gasp each time she feels it fill her entirely. Her hands move to his back, her nails digging into his flesh. Her moans become louder the closer she gets to her release, as does his. He buries his head in her neck, the most amazing noise escaping his mouth, and she can feel his release spill into her. His fingers find a way down between her legs and when he finds her clit it doesn't take long before yet another orgasm runs through her body. Still without saying a word, her takes her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Their bodies still- completely entwined, defenceless and silent. He's with her, he has no second thoughts, the decision has been made. They're long past all thought of right or wrong, but one final question remains; How long should they wait before they're one again? When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume them?*

A/N Bryan Adam inspired me with his beautiful song 'Have you ever really loved a woman' – songs like this inspire me to write and this came out. Hope you like this bit of fluff.. I sure needed it after nearly killing myself in homework.. 9 hours today and every day before that 8 hours… I'm knackered. Btw I listened to this song www dot youtube dot com/watch?v=r3LCyTtWhDA&feature=related and it's also the song playing in this chapter.

Update for 'All this time' will come by the end of next week, probably Friday or Saturday, please review to let me know what you think of this!

* slightly altered from The Phantom of the Opera.