Dance Blades and a Hot Ass
Chapter 3: The Rhythm Blues
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When Alfred was younger, he would struggle with being sexy. While that was no longer true, sultry was a look the younger couldn't master. Again, Natalia was able to get the look far quicker, but Alfred didn't dare practice it outside the rink again.
Natalia decided to teach him herself. They were hanging out her house. "Give me your best sultry smile."
Alfred just looked really stupid. She whacked his head. "Come on, try harder!" She huffed, and put her hands on his face.
"What are you doing!?" He asked, and she forced his face to contort to her wishes.
"There! Pout, Alfred! I know you have a good pout!" Natalia yelled at him, and he made a face. "That's not a pout!"
He huffed, and pouted. "That's a start, now, smile a bit."
Alfred did so, and she clapped her hands. "There! Much better." She huffed, and hugged him. "If you're not good enough, my mom will find me a different partner."
"I am so good enough!" He said, a little offended.
"I think so too, but you have to prove it to us, Alfred." She pecked his cheek, and he blushed.
"W-wow, Nat, that's..."
"My first kiss." She smiled, and he held her close.
They were innocently young, and he didn't know much about the world then.
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The next day at practice, their coach was pleased on their progress, and said they were ready to compete.
Alfred and Natalia squeezed each other's hands as their parents signed them up as dance partners for their very first competition.
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At competition, it was a mess. The young pair saw their competitors, and were a little worried. It was the older pair Gilbert and Elizaveta. They had been figure skaters before they switched over to dance together.
They gulped, and squeezed each other's hands tighter. They had to win.
Gilbert sneered at them, and Alfred stuck his tongue out at him. Elizaveta whacked him over the head, making him focus on getting ready.
Natalia had to go get dressed in her dance dress, the first one was white with blue ribbons on it, and she had a ribbon in her hair that matched it. Her long, silvery blonde hair was down, otherwise. They first had to do the dutch waltz, and then it was the rhythm blues.
Elizaveta was wearing a pretty all-blue dress, probably more meant for the rhythm blues than for the dutch waltz.
"Hey, it's the ribbon blues." Alfred joked, tugging on one ribbon on the skirt. She giggled, but was mostly nervous.
Both Gilbert and Alfred were dressed up the same way, but Alfred had a blue flower tucked into his jacket.
"You both look very handsome." Their mothers preened, and Gilbert made a face. Alfred laughed heartily.
"Man, if only Arthur knew!"
"Arthur is a total fag," Gilbert confided in Alfred after their mothers had left. "I know he's been giving you a hard time, so work even harder! Maybe you can beat us. I doubt it though." He said, cocky.
Alfred and Natalia skated first. He had to remind her not to bear down on him- a habit she was supposed to have gotten over weeks ago. He squeezed her hand, and they started their simple entrance to the Dutch Waltz. "Just like we've practiced it." Alfred soothed his partner, and they settled quickly into the two patterns of the dance. When they finished, they ended by Alfred tugging Natalia in front of him, and holding her hands out to the sides.
Gilbert and Elizaveta did a slightly harder opening, but then Elizaveta tripped as she went into the dance.
They got back into it, but were sadly off time during the dance.
Alfred and Natalia drank some water, and prepared to go back out onto the ice to do the Rhythm Blues.
The other pair looked nervous as they got off the ice. "Sorry, Gil." Alfred mumbled as he and Nat got back on the ice.
He gave the judges a sultry smile, and she did the same. He twirled her around him, and they did the opening strokes into the first steps of the dance.
By the time they were doing the last cross-backs, Alfred was practically beaming. That was two clean skates!
Gilbert and Elizaveta also had a clean second dance, but when the final standings went up, Alfred and Natalia had won.
It would be the first win of many.
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When Alfred got off the ice, he went straight over to Arthur. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked coldly.
"I-I just wandered inside." Arthur said, putting his hands up defensively. "No need to be aggressive."
"Isn't that a little hypocritical?" He seethed, and Arthur got the message.
"Look, I'm sorry for what I did when we were younger. I was a stupid kid..."
"Damn right you were." Alfred said, though he had been slightly placated.
"...I thought you looked wonderful." Arthur mumbled.
"What?" Alfred was confused. "What does that mean?"
Arthur hesitated, and instead of giving out the compliment again, he said, "Nothing, you jerk!" And stomped off.
Alfred was left very confused.