Chapter 52: Dancing

June 2015, Friday part 4

Finally, the plates were cleared: Both TJ's and Spinelli's ice cream remained untouched. Unfortunately for Steven, with his wife's less that subtle persuasion, he'd eaten all of his cucumber sorbet. The conversation began to tail off, as couples left the dining room, returning to the dancefloor in the main room.

"Should we head back into the other room?" asked TJ. Spinelli nodded in response, TJ stood offering his arm to Spinelli, as they walked through to the other room "I hope you've had a nice evening so far? Sorry if you've felt a bit neglected"

"No, it's been great, different, but great. It's like I get to be a whole new person for one night" replied Spinelli "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy with who I am, and I'm not complaining about my life at all. This just makes a nice change, I feel like a lady, people treat me like I'm a real person now"

"You've always been a real person Spin!"

"I was never ashamed of who I was, I'm still not" Spinelli continued "but I know what other people think, usually most people look right through me. The way I've been treated tonight, for this last week, it's just so far away from normality for me"

"They're the ones missing out"

"Yeah, I know that. I'm completely comfortable with who I am, and I'll ne danmed if I'm going to change for anyone, but I've always been someone that gets sneered at. I was always feisty tom boy growing up, then I got in with the wrong crowed at school; I was always smoking, drinking, and generally misbehaving. That would always result in getting filthy looks from anyone and everyone. Then of course, I've got my current lifestyle. The thing about that is that a prostitute is only accepted within the sphere of prostitution, so I guess paradoxally that's where we begin to feel comfortable, then that sphere in a place which it as least comfortable to be. This is how I feel in my currently life, in my word working on the streets. Comfortable is easy, and normal. Does that makes any sense?"

"Completely"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to put a dampener on things"

"No, I love that you feel you can talk to me. It's really interesting hearing you talk, I've learned a lot about something I never knew, it makes me realise how complex the lifestyle you lead is" replied TJ, after a few moments silence TJ asked "Would you like to dance?"

"I'd love to" smiled Spinelli, TJ took Spinelli's hand, leading her onto the dancefloor.

As they reached the centre of the dancefloor, TJ wrapped his arms around Spinelli's waist, pulling her close to him. Spinelli wrapped her arms around TJ's shoulders, it was a complete cliché, but she was surprised how perfectly their bodies fit perfectly together, like they were made to be together.

TJ gazed at Spinelli, and she knew right then, that no one had ever seen her as clearly as TJ did. She's been a nuisance, a burden on the state, a prize to be had, and object of desire, and a source of ridicule. However, in this timeless instance she was a woman, nothing more, nothing less.

The pull between them was magnetising. They slowly danced in the spot, completely wrapped up in each other. It was blissful, almost surreal, there was something in the air, the sound? No, something was different, this, the atmosphere felt different to anything Spinelli had known before. It was charged with an exhilarating electrical tension, Spinelli was sure she could feel and almost hear the buzzing magnetism between them.

TJ and Spinelli continued to dance, their bodies closely entwined. Spinelli could TJ gentle breath on her neck, her body reacting in an unfamiliar, but pleasant way. A current ran through her body, and she felt everything begin to tingle. As their eyes met again, TJ ran his hand gently down Spinelli's face, and she felt her pulse rate begin to race, as her body gave an involuntary convulsion. Entwined in the moment, Spinelli fought to keep her breath steady, as she sensed what was about to happen. Spinelli followed TJ's lead, just a fraction of a second slower, closing her eyes, she leant toward him, their lips just about to meet…..

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Another short one, and I leave you on a cliff hanger!

Aryal Stone: Glad you found the last chapter amusing! I think most of us are going to agree with Spinelli on the food thing: what the heck is cucumber sorbet?!

adj1995: After that pitiful meal, lets hope TJ will order room service for Spinelli!

Rose-Aki: I know I would be disappointed with the tiny portions of the food, like Spinelli, I eat all the time, and I like my food! I thought it would be nice to have Spinelli get along with some people at the meal, even if they are different from her, I couldn't imagine her gelling with the wives though, seeing as they seem to be the classic example of everything she hates

Please review, it would make my day! If not, and you can offer me some constructive criticism, please do! I will just ask for "no flames" please? I am dyslexic, and have worked hard to make sure this is perfect, but if you see any, please highlight any spelling/grammar errors that I've missed in proof reading, please highlight them, so I can correct!

I will update as soon as possible, but can't update every day.

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