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Twenty Six Letters of Smut –'D' Is For Dance Floor
~~o0o~~
It was a typical Tuesday afternoon. C.C. was sitting in her beloved green leather couch in Maxwell's office like always; one leg crossed over the other, reading a script that a young ambitious writer had sent to Sheffield-Babcock Productions, when Nanny Fine walked in, "Miss Babcock! Is that a new outfit?"
Babcock sunk lower in the couch. This can't be good. She thought, without looking up from the page she was currently reading.
"Did anyone ever tell ya that red is your color?" the smooth talking big haired yenta from Queens asked, ambling closer to where C.C. was.
C.C. narrowed her eyes before putting the script down. No, definitely not good. She concluded in outrage. Maybe it was that very thought that made her snap, "What do you want?"
"Why you think that I want something from you?" Fran asked arranging her expression into one of hurt, even though she knew it was not going to work, she had to try. "Can't a friend just give another friend a compliment?"
"Nanny Fine! First of all, just because I don't hate your guts anymore doesn't mean we are friends. Secondly, past experience has taught me that whenever you give me anything remotely good you want something. So cut the act and spit it out," she demanded in her irritated tone.
"I don't want anything," C.C. shot her a death glare, "Oh all right, all right…"she let a small groan, mentally asking herself where to begin "…umm…I need you to do me a favor. I know you probably won't want to do it, because…well it's you, but it's important to me and Val, so before you get mad or say no please just hear me out."
Normally she would have said already no, but a seven month pregnant Fran was much more annoying than a simple annoying one, "Just get to the point already, unlike you, I have work to do." Babcock groaned, a headache coming on slowly but surely.
Nanny Fine burst out, excitement clear in her voice as she recalled what her friend, Val, had told her yesterday morning; "Val and Fred are finally getting married."
"So dumb and dumber eventually decided to mate? Phew! From now on I will sleep peacefully at nights...the monkey gene pool is saved!" C.C. mocked.
You can do this Fran, she's the only one who can help you, the nanny thought choosing to ignore the blonde's mocking comment, and even though the urge to shout something back to her was rife. "Well, Miss Babcock, see the thing is…," she slowly began to back away towards the office door, "Val wanted to take some private tango lessons for the wedding, but she couldn't convince Fred! So to convince him I promised him that I would go with them too, but my ankles are extra swollen today so…."
"So?" C.C. asked not sure if he wanted to hear the answer. She had an incredibly bad feeling about this.
"So I told them that you would go with them instead." Fran said in a rush.
It was silent. Then, C.C.'s deep laugh filled the air. "Me? With them?" Babcock sneered. "You must be kidding me…"
"Why can't you do something nice for once?" Fran winced looking at C.C. grabbing in a hurry her belongings. She couldn't take being in the same room with Nanny Fine for more than a minute without wanting to kill her, herself, or just run away, didn't matter where anywhere but there was fine, as long as it was as possible away from her. "My sweet Niles agreed to teach them so easily; I didn't even have to unleash...the 'POWER'."
"Well… theoretically I suppose it could. But I w…," C.C. suddenly broke off from her sentence and Nanny Fine could almost hear the click as the blonde realized something, "wait…Niles would be the dance instructor?"
"Actually that was the main reason why I hesitated to ask you. I know how much you two hate each other." She couldn't quite hide the smirk on her face as she said that.
Was she waiting for her to admit her relationship with Niles, was that why she was looking at her the way that she was currently? She wasn't sure so she decided to play it safe, "I do hate Niles with a brutal force…I mean me and Niles have been at each other's throats since the first day we met."
So you decided to move downward for a change? Fran thought with an internal smirk.
"But I can't disappoint your friends either; you know how close I am to them," C.C. said casually, trying to keep the grin off her face as she found the lessons a great opportunity to be close to her boyfriend.
One perfectly sculpted eyebrow shot up as Fran asked, "Who? Vicky and Teddy"
C.C. considered Fran's question for a moment, before responding with a confident, "Yes!"
"Then, my non-friend, we have a deal."
~~o0o~~
Three hours later, at seven o'clock precisely, C.C. Babcock found herself in an glass elevator, heading up to the dance lessons that ware taking place up on the top floor of the building. She glanced quickly at her reflection in the mirrored wall of the elevator. She was dressed in a tight fitting black t-shirt, which pushed her breasts deliciously over the top, making them look even bigger and round and a pair of form-fitting black pants, the same type of pants that dancers use. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun while some of the strands were hanging free around her smiling face, underlining her smile and bright blue eyes. She was in the middle of straightening herself out when she heard the bell of the elevator signaling that she had reached her destination. She stepped out of the elevator and she walked along the corridor towards the dance studio, rented only to them for the day. When she approached, she noticed really loud voices were coming from inside. With an eyebrow raised in surprise she opened the door revealing a huge room, filled with people. Not just any people, people who all seemed to speak Yiddish. None of them seemed to notice C.C. as they were all too busy chatting, although it was more like fighting if you listened carefully. Oh, what have I gotten myself into? She somehow managed to think in the back of her mind as she stood there, frozen to the spot.
"Miss Babcock!" She turned at the sound of her name being called. It was Val, followed by Fred. "Do you remember Fred, the pharmacist? We´re engaged now!"
Fred stepped forward and offered C.C. his hand for a handshake. "Hi, C.C. Babcock!" He greeted in a too-loud voice. "How´s that yeast infection? Did it subside?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Babcock said trying to look as innocent as possible although her cheeks were tinted pink with embarrassment and irritation.
"You know, that extreme itchiness in and around your vagina, C.C. Babcock." Fred replied twice as loud as before.
"Shhh!" C.C. exclaimed. It was too late, though. Same people had already turned to look at her, but as soon as she narrowed her eyes fiercely they quickly looked away. "Geez, thanks for screaming it so loud that people on the other side of the world could hear you." She hissed through gritted teeth with her hands on her hips, fantasizing about ripping his limbs one by one. "Meanwhile, what the hell is going on here?" She asked concentrating on the problem at hand once again.
The pair exchanged a nervous glance and Val said, "we didn't invite them, I swear, we didn't even know they were coming."
C.C. narrowed her eyes at them both. She could literally feel her blood boil. They didn't know they were coming? Ha! Yeah right… She thought.
"But you know in Queens, gossip circulates faster than even the Internet can achieve."
Babcock snorted, ready to make a derisive comment when someone from the crowd asked, "Hey Blondie, where is the food?" "This party sucks," added another, earning shouts of approval.
"And sometimes spin out of control like a game of broken telephone," Val added as the crowd went wild and began approaching them like hungry animals that hadn't seen a decent meals in days.
"All right, that's enough!" C.C. heard a gruff male voice saying and all the people immediately stopped in their tracks and looked at him, a flicker of recognition flashed across her face. "I have no idea what all you people doing here, but this is a dance studio and…"
…and If idiots could fly, this would be an airport, C.C. thought.
"…I'm here to teach tango, so whoever does not wish to learn better leave this room now. Niles yelled sending warning glances at everyone's direction.
Babcock couldn't help it; a smile erupted from her lips. Niles was so forceful, so strong… such turn on.
When no one made a move towards the door Niles set the shoulder bag that he had brought with him on the counter and took out his tapes to deciding which ones he should use.
Two minutes and a press of a button later the sounds of violins start to pour out of the speakers filling the room. Shivers of excitement run through Babcock's body as she recognized the music. It was the same music from the movie 'scent of a woman' with Al Pacino in it.
With a grin he slipped out of his jacket before walking slowly over to her from his position.
He stood next to her and held out his hand. "May I, senorita?" Niles asked formerly.
She could feel the jealous stares of some of the women drilling holes in the back of her head as she said, "Yes, you may."
She took his hand and both of them walked towards the dance floor. When they were in the middle Niles said, "Okay class! Let's start with something very basic, the body frame. Stand straight, pull your stomach in and drop your shoulders at the back. Now men put your right hand on your lady's upper waist and hold her right hand with your left, while the ladies need to place their left hand, midway on the man's right shoulder, like this…"
She placed her hand on his shoulder and suddenly felt terribly self-conscious. Her hand was trembling. What was she so afraid of?
"Now let's try some steps. The steps have a rhythm and duration that goes as follows: Slow…slow…quick-quick-slow… oh, don't be so stiff, Miss Toriello! Relax. Feel the rhythm through your body," the butler said before turning his attention to C.C., "Same goes for you, Witch! What's wrong?" he asked staring into her eyes. "I thought you wanted to dance with me?"
C.C. blinked. "I do, but-" she paused, suddenly feeling silly and she hated herself for it. She had danced with him a couple of times in the past but never with him as the dance instructor and especially not in front of so many people.
Niles knew what she was thinking and even better knew how to relax her. "Then keep up with me. Or are you afraid?" his eyes glinting with challenge and his mouth twisting mischievously, "…chicken."
"I am never afraid. You of all people should know that," her lips brushed along the outer shell of his ear, "…swine." C.C. could feel how his chest vibrated as he chuckled at her predictable respond.
"Good! Then let's show these amateurs how this is done." He hissed and started to lead her to the rhythm. Somehow the cunning tone of Niles' voice, the insulting words and the way they exchanged them, did the trick and her body indeed relaxed and began following the butler's lead with ease.
Soon they had drifted closer together, so close in fact that his clothes were rubbing against hers without any real contact actually being made. Niles felt her shiver and his right hand slid on a lower part of her waist pressing her against him tighter, craving friction.
"Tango is about the controlled expression of passion in its several forms," Niles' voice boomed inside the studio, "first is desire..." he said as he found C.C.'s eyes unconsciously admiring the way his muscles in his arms moved and flexed under his t-shirt. If this had been any other circumstance he would have given her that kind of smirk that she so deeply loved at him catching her looking at him like that, the one that made her just want to throw him to the dance floor and have her way with him right then and there. But even though he hadn't given her that smirk, she still found dirty thoughts entering her mind that never ceased to... excite her.
Feeling daring Niles tried some more difficult steps. He knew she could keep up, so he pushed her away turning her sharply around so her back was pressed against his chest. A tiny yelp of surprise escaped her mouth as his chest made suddenly contact with her body. Smirking he turned once again to the class and said, "then…passion!"
Pressed against him she could feel his warm breath upon the long, slender column of her neck, and she involuntarily rolled her head to the side, begging for that searing mouth to explore the sensitive skin there. It took a lot of concentration not to do so knowing that otherwise he would no longer have been standing, instead he would have been a bundled pile of limbs on the dance floor.
The sounds of the violins rose to a pitch as she passed one hand behind his head and cupped the back of his neck, rotating her sinfully curved hips that were accentuated even more by the form-fitting black pants she was wearing in a sensual way. She heard him take a sharp breath and a moment later she felt his arousal against her ass. It was a great stroke to her ego to know that she was the one causing that reaction. Instantly forgot about everyone else in the room, her only thoughts were the twist of her hips right against his growing erection and the music.
He knew what she was trying to do. It was a little game; touch but only just enough to drive him crazy. After all they were in the middle of the dance floor where the yenta gang watched.
The game backfired when Niles decided to participate, traveling his palm with a feather light touch over every familiar curve, every part and every inch of her it touched. Without warning, his hand slid lower and between her legs, cupping firmly the sensitive mound through her thin pants, and lifting up with enough pressure to pull her up on her tiptoes so she was supported only by him and her arm around his neck. On reflex she stilled the movements of her bottom and pressed further into his hand, which she could sense it burning there as if it there were no clothes in between, searching for some kind of relief, but it only built up more steam. Her breathing was shallow and irregular now, much the same as when they were kissing or making love. The music coursed through her veins like electricity and she felt possessed, overtaken…alive.
Soon, the two forgot that they were supposed to be making a dance lesson and just went where the passion took them. The other couples gradually left them more and more room as C.C. and Niles ruled the dance floor, but they didn't even notice as they were too engrossed in their own little world.
He kept up his slow torture for only a little while longer, until they switched positions once more. Very slowly she sank herself, left knee bended and right leg stretched so backwards that might have been hurting any other time, but at that moment it felt sensual.
Glancing down he caught C.C. peeking up at him from underneath thick dark lashes, so thick that they cast little shadows under her eyes. A mischievous little grin crossed her lips as they blue orbs met, but it faded away when his suddenly drawn to something behind her. Curiously she followed his line of sight and found a petite woman winking at him. She was attractive, nothing compared to her, of course, but to say she wasn't pretty would have been a lie; she was dressed in a short skirt and a matching small black top that was very reveling, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. She wrinkled an eyebrow and continued to glare intently at him, in the hope that he would turn and look at her so she could tell him wordlessly to cut it out, but he didn't. Instead, he seemed far more interested in looking at that hideous 'creature'. Feeling a burst of jealousy flaring inside her she pushed one forceful leg between his making him stare back at her. Once he did and without braking eye contact she raised a hand, undid his red tie and threw the silky material somewhere behind her as a little punishment. Giggling at the reaction he said, "Jealousy!"
Getting back into rhythm she flexed and swayed her knee and then sharply hooked it around the inside of Niles' leg. She quickly released it and stepped away from him, turning her back to him, walking away, her steps echoing on the wooden floor. She was feeling sexy, it was written all over her. Smiling sensually she stopped in front of a tall muscular man and curled her finger for him silent inviting him to come to her.
Frowning at what was going on in front of him the butler decided that it was time to take some action. "Betrayal!" his voice ranged out as he hurriedly stepped forward and closed the space between them reaching for her.
C.C. looked down at her arm and saw Niles' hand grabbing hold of it. His touch was soft yet firm as pulled her back to him, in a spin that sent her blonde strands flying. She hated to admit it, but his possessiveness turned her on.
With a single swift motion grabbed her leg, hitching it up around his hip and then made a few steps backwards, dragging his girlfriend with him. 'Girlfriend' That modest word that teenagers used didn't even begin to describe what C.C. was to him. She was so much more to him. She was his love, his lover, his enemy, his friend, his family, his happiness, his redemption, his queen, his savior, his everything. Yes, C.C. Babcock was his everything.
Niles' voice boomed once again, "Trust!" Then lowered his voice and leaned closer to her, his warm breath floating over her milky white skin like a lover's gently touch. "Do you trust me, C.C.?" Even though the words were nearly a whisper, they were no less powerful than if he'd been shouting loud.
"You know I do," Babcock whispered back without hesitation, shocking even herself.
A lazy smile crossed his lips, his gaze intent upon her face. "Good." He breathed, almost no sound to his voice, and suddenly dipped her down until her short strands touched the wooden floor. For a second she felt a deep scream boiling in her, but she brushed it away knowing that a safe, Niles-shaped cocoon was holding her.
"Niles…" she breathed causing his stomach to knot with want.
"Shhh," he whispered, leaning over to inhale deeply the intoxicate scent from the valley between her breasts. A moment later, he swept her up into his arms and with a dramatic move sat her down on his out stretched knee as the final note of the song rang through the air, "And last but not least…love!"
They stayed like that, staring one to another with dark eyes, panting heavily from the effects of their passionate dance and their proximity, for at least two minutes, before he brought her back up.
When they noticed the silence around them they finally broke eye contact and turned their heads to see that all the other couples not only had cleared the dance floor at some point, but they also stood at the other end of the room with shocked looks. They recovered quickly though and a thunderous applause filled the room.
C.C. looked back at him excitedly, the words 'let's get the hell out of here' on the tip of her tongue, but he spoke up first, "Class dismissed for the day."
~~o0o~~
They'd hardly made it to the front seat of C.C.'s car, parked few feet down from the building entrance and her hands had already managed to undo three of the buttons on his shirt. The back seat would've been more comfortable, but they were far past the point of caring.
Once they were safely inside the privacy of the car, he pulled her on top of him and grabbed the handle on the side of his seat, pushing it all the way back. C.C. made a small noise of approval and they locked their lips together in a passion kiss.
The tight space inside the vehicle made it hard for them to move, but eventually they managed to remove one another's pants.
Without breaking the kiss she leaned over so that he could slide inside her. 'Oh,' he thought, then 'Ohhhhhh' feeling her around his hardness like that.
Panting, she began to ride him, feeling him slid out of her almost all the way before slamming back home, hitting a sweet spot within her that made her see stars and fireworks every time she closed her eyes.
Niles found C.C.'s red lips again and kissed her softly, the speed of his kisses in straight contradiction to the speed of their bodies. His fingers dug greedily into her flesh, hard enough to leave hand-prints, but she didn't care at all the only thing she cared about was how to fill the throbbing ache that grew with each thrust. Low moans filled the car as they bodies danced almost frantically now, craving only release as fast as possible.
He could feel a wave of pleasure building within him and he knew he could not tolerate it much longer.
"Come on," She panted, "You know you want."
His eyes narrowed for the briefest second. "What about you?" he asked.
"I'll be right behind. I promise. Just let go." C.C. assured him, meaning every word of it.
He didn't have to be told twice. He closed his eyes and submitted to his own release. His release was cut short, though, as a sudden loud knock on the driver side's window heard scaring the hell out of both of them.
"Holy crap!" C.C. hissed and they jump apart almost immediately, causing her to hit her head on the tough fabric top of the car and Niles to release all over her bare thighs.
Then a familiar voice rang out. "Oh, there you are, Nil's!"
Their faces instantly filled with horror and embarrassment as they recognized without even looking who the voice belonged to, and who exactly they would see out of the window.
It was then they realized their state of… undress. Niles began buttoning his shirt hurriedly while C.C. snatched their pants, only to hold them in front of their private parts like some kind of shield. Once they were somewhat decent again the butler took a deep breath and rolled down the window, to find Grandma Yetta standing there dressed in tights.
She handed him a piece of paper with a phone number scribbled across it. "It's my number; you can call me anytime you want a tango dance of another sort…if you know what I mean." Yetta said winking at him. Then turned around and walked away as though nothing had happened, leaving them behind in astonishment.
A/N: At this point I want to say that I know almost nothing about tango so I would appreciate it if you wouldn't flame me if I messed the steps up. Big thanks to all lovely people who offered suggestions for the letter D and mostly lilliewildelangtry who suggested the dance/tango idea. All comments, suggestions, alerts, favorites, are greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading.