"I'm sorry, I just – you danced so beautifully during the class, that I had hoped to stay behind and speak with you privately, but then you started dancing again, and I couldn't bring myself to interrupt you," Roan explained, hoping for the best. He could tell that she was slightly uncomfortable with him there, due to the fact that she was under the impression she was alone.
"Ok, well now that you have my attention, what is it you would like to talk about?" She asked, she still felt a slight uneasy feeling at his presence, but as she continued to look at him, she felt her curiousity grow. She looked him up and down, impressed by his physique and despite that he had startled her, thought to herself that he was a very attractive man.
"You," he replied in such a casual way that it had confused her. He watched as the tense posture she held dissipated, her expression becoming one of confusion with his statement.
"Me…" she acknowledged his comment in a tone that told him she didn't quite believe him, so he elaborated.
"I told you, you are amazing at what you do. I want to know more about you, how did you get into dancing? What made you want to start teaching? How did you end up here in this studio? I also want to know if you would be willing to give me a private lesson. Right here, right now," he countered, as he slowly approached her.
"Are you serious? A private lesson…that's the best line you could come up with?" She asked him, she rested her weight on one leg, while the other was bent with her arms crossed under her chest. She gave him a look with a slight smile.
"Yea, that was awful wasn't it?" He responded, bringing a hand to his face. "It isn't exactly a lie though." She looked him over once more before reluctantly sighing.
"Okay, fine. Were you hoping to learn more Kizomba, or something different?" She asked him beckoning him to stand next to her.
"Whatever you are willing to teach me," he told her earnestly moving to stand next to her.
They decided to keep working on the Kizomba, practicing the basic steps before moving into the more complex steps that they had not worked on in class. It wasn't too long before they took the same position Clarke and Miller had initially taken. Roan felt a strange sense of satisfaction holding her as close to him as he could. He couldn't help but notice how amazing she felt against him, and how it seemed that her body moulded to his own.
He could feel her circle his hips, rubbing them slightly against his. He willed his body not to react as strongly as it did, but there was no helping how much he enjoyed the feeling of her practically grinding against his groin. She seemed unaffected by how he was hardening under her hips. Maybe she just doesn't notice, his face scowled at the thought of him being affected in such a manner, while she remained unaware of the change in his demeanor.
They pulled apart slightly as the song ended; a light layer of sweat covered their bodies as they looked at one another. Before either could really think about what was happening, Roan pulled Clarke close once more and she leaned up to meet his lips in a heated kiss. His tongue licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance that she readily gave. Their tongues engaged in a battle of dominance before she pulled away slightly. He moved to kiss along her jaw and down her neck, nipping at a particularly sensitive spot that had her throwing her head back with a fairly loud moan.
He smirked into her neck, knowing that she was not immune to him. She shivered and leaned into him as his hands slowly moved their way down her sides to slide under her shirt. He could feel the sweat on her back, but as he pulled her closer to kiss her once more, the only thing he cared about was how her lips felt against his.
"Hey Clarke, are you able to lock up when you're done?" They jumped apart as they heard a third voice. Clarke looked up to see her co-worker.
"Yea, that's not a problem, Gina. We were done in here anyway," she told her briskly. She began fumbling with the zipper of her heels slightly, still in a haze from what had just happened. Once she had removed the shoes, she threw on the flip flops she had worn to the studio. She led them both out of the studio before reaching into her gym bag to search for something in particular. Taking out a pen and a small notebook, Roan watched as she quickly scrawled something on a random page in the book. She finished writing what she needed to and tore out the page before handing it to him. "I just want you to know, that I don't do this. Ever: but if you feel like continuing what we started, here's my number."
She reached up on her toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek before walking towards a purple Mazda6, that he couldn't help but think suited her. He looked down at the piece of paper she had given him with her name and number and couldn't help but feel satisfied with the fact that she had left the decision to him. She was giving him the option to start something with her. He smirked and watched her car pull out of the parking lot, before climbing into his own. The entire drive back to his apartment was filled with thoughts of her, and where he would take her on their first date.