AN: For AyanamiEraclea. Sorry I didn't reply to your email. Been busy. Fill you in later, kay?
R is for Ramba
Craig swishes his skinny hips and arms toward Eric in a surprisingly graceful manner as a smooth Spanish accent floats from the computer speakers.
When the ramba rythym starts to play,
dance with me,
make me sway...
"Since when do you know how to dance?" Eric questions as Craig sweeps him up in sensual movement.
"Since forever. My family is Spanish you know." At Eric's confused look Craig rolls his eyes and says, "Spanish. As in, from Spain?"
"Oh." Eric says, moving awkwardly along with Craig's fluidity. "I never knew that."
"My last name is Ramirez." Craig giggles and dips Eric low to the ground.
"That's true," Eric says, a little out of breath, "Hey, wanna make out?"
Craig flings Eric up and onto his bed, pouncing on top of him eagerly.
"Sure. You know, we Spaniards are known for our sexual charisma."
"Of which you have plenty."
Craig growls a little and presses his lips to Eric's.
"That I do."