a/n: Another one. Just a reminder that these stories are all one-shots; they don't relate to each other in any way other than being Sean/Emma stories by me.
Prompt: Loose
Title: Loosen Up
Summary: During a dance lesson, Emma needs to figuartively loosen up, while Sean literally has some trouble.
Emma bit back a giggle as she watched her boyfriend attempt to groove to the music on the radio. "Nope, still no deal. I have to finish this book by the end of the weekend if I'm ever going to pass this class. Spending tonight at some lame house party just won't cut it."
"Come on, Em, loosen up!" Sean said, moving towards her in what she could only assume he thought was a sexy way. He looked like a cross between an ostrich and a giraffe – all stiff and angled.
"Loosen up?" she asked, in slight disbelief. "Honestly, Sean, if you ever want me to be seen in public with you, you're the one who's going to need to loosen up a bit."
"What do you mean by that?" Sean asked, mercifully ceasing his gyrations, his words full of fake outrage.
Emma sighed, pulling the elastic off of her wrist and using it to pull back her long blond hair. She strode over to the radio and switched it from radio to CD. In moments, the music pouring from the speakers was soft and smooth. Emma plodded over to where Sean stood and turned around in front of him so her back was to his front, trying to contain her annoyance.
"Here," she said, taking his left hand her own. "Put this hand here," she placed his palm on her left hip. "And this hand here." She repeated the move with his right hand.
Sean inched his left hand up so that it was just brushing over her breast. "Here?" he asked, whispering in her ear.
Emma tossed her head, guaranteeing her ponytail smacked him in the fact as she replaced his hand. Didn't he realize she had work to do? "Then, you just . . . move." She punctuated her sentence by moving her hips back and forth slowly, to the beat of the music. Emma's entire form became this fluid, graceful structure that merely moved and rippled to the music's vibrations in a way that Sean more than appreciated.
He used his hands to pull her hips up against his own and tried to flow with her. Emma thought it may have been a good idea, but in the end she found him bouncing against her in a most unsexy way.
"Sean," Emma giggled, reaching to take his hands with her own and raising them above her head in the air. He may be gifted with his hands under an engine, but some days it seemed to Emma that was about the only place.
It didn't help much. Emma was forced to admit that the truth was fairly simple. Sean Cameron could not dance.
Emma tried pushing against him slightly to see if the pressure would help. However, the reaction she got was not one she had expected. "Sean?" She turned surprised and he took advantage to quickly catch her in a kiss. All the stiffness left his frame as she melted against him and into his kiss. Her hands reached up to tangle in his hair while his roamed up and down her sides, awkwardness forgotten. Their bodies melded in a different sort of dance, as all awareness of the outside world slipped away.
Until the CD skipped.
The repetitive notes jarred Emma out of the modified dance lesson and she pulled back, slightly disoriented. She stumbled over to the boom box and turned it off, glancing back at Sean. He stood right where she had left him, disappointment evident on his features.
"Right. Ummm. I have to uh – get something . . . upstairs," she said, moving towards the staircase quickly, trying not to think about what would have happened if her parents had chosen to walk in a few moments prior. She had made it halfway up the stairs before a thought hit her. She turned around, watching Sean as he perched on the end of her bed. "You know, if you weren't so unbelievably bad, I'd be beginning to think you do this on purpose."
Sean waited until he heard Emma run the cold water upstairs before he lay back on her bed staring at the ceiling. Idly, he wondered just how long he could continue to pretend he didn't know how to dance.
