Disclaimer: Yay, my third review! *Claps hands and squeals* Thank you dewdrop6 for putting a smile on my face with your review! Oh, and 'She's A Lady' and pokemon aren't mine. *Runs into a wall on the way out*

Characters: Dewdrop6, of course I have time! I'll do both, but I'll start out with haughtyshipping! So, that means Pearl X Platina. (Darkstoneshipping is coming up next)

Summary: Let the sexual-tension times roll.

Pas De Deux

~She's a backseat driver, a drama provider, an instant update of the world,

She's a first-class liar, a constant forgetter, she's attractive but bitter~

"Hmph. You would be a wonderful dancer, if only you'd stop treading on my toes," Platina sniffed, still not making eye contact. She had been gazing over her dance partner's shoulder the entire time, head high, lips pressed together.

Pearl scoffed, tightening his grip on her a little too much. A frown glided over her face in reply. "I am a wonderful dancer," he retorted. "It's you who's messing everything up. You won't look at me, and you've been stomping on my feet all night."

"I do not stomp," she snapped, still refusing to look at him.

"Yes, you do. You are."

"I am not."

"Yes, you are!"

"Hush. Stop being a pest."

He scowled at her. She glanced at him long enough to scowl back.

"I have no idea what you're being such a brat about," he told her as they rotated in a small circle. His crisp white suit seemed to glow under the lights that hung overhead, her contrasting black one swirling around her legs as she kept pace. "You're the one that dragged me here for dance lessons."

"Maybe so, but you agreed to it. Besides, I was not informed that it was for couples. I assumed it was practice for contests."

"Sure you did," he answered, knowing his words would rile her up further. "Or maybe it was because you wanted to dance with me."

"T-that's absurd!" she spluttered, pink flooding her face all the way up to her hairline.

He blinked, surprised at her reaction. He had just been teasing, but she was acting as if it were true. "Really now?" he said, deciding to poke at open wounds. "Are you sure that you don't secretly find me dashing? Is that why you won't look at me?" He rose his voice to an exaggerated swoon, pressing one hand over his heart while keeping the other wrapped around her waist. The other couples glanced over and snickered. "Can you not bear to look at me, for fear of revealing your emotions? Does your heartbeat quicken whenever you're near me? Am I the object of your d-"

"Be quiet!" she hissed, clapping a hand over his mouth. "Quit speaking nonsense!"

He smirked from beneath her fingertips, moving his hand back to her hips. She let her own hand fall to rest against his shoulder again. "Maybe it's not all nonsense. I am making you blush, after all."

"That's a lie," she spat, even as the hue of her cheeks deepened to a radiant fuchsia.

"Oh, really?" he chuckled. "I'll bet I can make you blush, then."

She lifted her chin higher. "I doubt that highly."

"We'll see about that." He took the lead, and she had no choice but to follow, matching his pace as they twirled across the floor. Somewhere along the line her hand slid to rest against his chest, and he had pulled her so close that their hips were touching, their breaths intermingling and the beat of their hearts one and the same. He dipped her low, her right leg lifting and almost hitching around his, and when he pulled her up again they were nose to nose.

"Still doubting?" he murmured, feeling blood pool in his own cheeks at their closeness. Arceus, she was beautiful.

A very unladylike smirk tugged at her lips. "You'll have to convince me a bit more," she said, and the two waltzed around the room once again.

~I'm in love with the girl I hate,

She enjoys pointing out every bad thing about me

I'm in love with a critic and a skeptic~