Got My Dancing Shoes On
But you could say Baby,
Baby can I hold you tonight,
Baby if I told you the right words,
At the right time,
You'd be mine,
'Baby Can I Hold You' By Tracy Chapman.
Bec smoothed the front of her dress down and hitched up her flesh coloured stockings. She pushed her feet into her seldom worn strappy shoes, and deftly pinned up a curl. Her dressing table was littered with cosmetics and her bed was strewn with discarded clothes.
Humming excitedly, she switched on the radio and began to search for her coat. The long denim coat was dressy, but casual and Bec pulled it on over her dress and smoothed down the lapels.
So far, everything had gone right. She had decided to wear the dress she had worn on the dinner date, instead of pawing through her entire closet madly. She was proud of her choice, the little black number clung to curves she hadn't known had existed, and complimented her small, petit figure.
Sure, she'd be no match for Claire or Jill, but she was looked good anyway. She sprayed on a bit of perfume, and applied a little make up, not wanting to imitate a clown in appearance.
The clock read seven o'clock, and she still had half an hour to wait until Jack came to pick her up. She sat down on her bed to wait, but being unable to keep still, she found herself dancing around the room, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Bec figured the reason why she was so excited was because she hadn't done the dance/party thing in high school or at College and she was eager to get a taste of the teenage life she had missed out on.
The ring at the door made her jump, and she hurriedly switch off the radio and darted down the stairs to meet Jack.
'Stand still Leon!' ordered Claire, jabbing him with her free hand. With her free hand she was trying to tie Leon's bowtie, but him squirming like a worm didn't exactly help her. Leon pouted his lips, and frowned like a little boy. Claire continued to brusquely tit the bow tie, and finally lost her temper when Leon dodged away from her.
'Goddamnit Leon, It's only a bow tie, stand still' she said, hands on hips glaring at the cowering Leon.
'You'll end up strangling me!' he yelled before dashing out of the room, Claire ran after him dressed in only her underwear and petticoat, after Leon who had escaped out of the window and was heading for the back fence, clad in his boxer shorts and dress shirt. Not bothering about footwear, Claire dived out of the window, in pursuit of her irascible boyfriend.
'I'm guna get you!' she yelled and lunged at Leon, tackling him to the ground, and proceeding to straddle him and by holding him down with one hand, she began to tie up his bowtie.
Leon resisted for a second, but gave in; unable to shift Claire's weight off him, and finding the grass dewy he was eager to get up. After a few minutes, Claire had tied the black bow tie up.
'There, that wasn't so hard was it' she commented, prodding Leon in the forehead with her index finger. Leon squinted back up at her, her mouth curling into a boyish smile.
'I kinda prefer it this way' he said winking at Claire, who narrowed her eyes at him, and leaned down to kiss him. Leon manoeuvred his arms and locked them around Claire's shoulders, and they continued to kiss on the back lawn. Claire pulled away after a few minutes and stood up and stretched.
'What's the rush?' asked Leon, mystified. Claire dusted herself off and hauled Leon to his feet.
'We have a dance to get ready for, c'mon, get your ass in gear' she said, dragging him to the back door, and frogmarching him upstairs.
'Or we could skip and just stay here….and maybe go in the hot tub' said Leon, winking suggestively at Claire, svelte in her skimpy petticoat and black lace underwear. Claire's brow furrowed in thought and Leon inwardly triumphed.
"Ha. No initiation for me" he thought, grinning happily, now that a large burden was of his mind.
'No. This is the one social event in the RPD Calendar I want to go to' she said dismissively, reaching for her 'burnt bronze' dress and tugging it over her head. She sipped up the back and reached for her flesh coloured stockings. She looked up to see Leon bemusedly watching her.
'What are you waiting for? The sooner we go there, the sooner we can come back and I'll show you the treat I have lined up for afterwards' quipped Claire, handing Leon a pair of black pants and taking his jacket out of the closet.
'It better be a damn good surprise, Claire' he muttered darkly, stepping into his itchy dress trousers.
'Wow' was all Chris could say when Jill stepped out of the bathroom, clad in her satin blue strapless dress, clinging to her curvaceous body bringing out the blue hues in her sparkling eyes. She twirled and stood in front of Chris, clasping his hands.
'What do you think?' asked Jill, pleased at Chris's awestruck look.
'You look beautiful' he said simply, drawing her in and looking deep into her eyes. He cupped her cheek and continued to look down at her, smiling. He ducked his head and tilted her chin up, and kissed her full lips softly, and drew away.
'I promise not to play dares this time' said Jill, breaking the silence. Chris chuckled and dropped his arms so they rested around her slim waist.
'Keep me away from the Mayor's daughter then' he joked, flinging Jill into a romantic dip and kissing her again, with more passion and then losing his balance and dropping her with a thud to the floor. He shortly followed, landing on top of her.
'Not the smoothest move, Redfield' she said dryly, as Chris rolled off Jill and helped her to her feet.
'That's just me. I usually ruin the moment' he said, colour welling up in his cheeks as he dusted Jill down.
'That's the part of Redfield I love' she said, gazing at him lovingly and snaking her arms around his neck. 'Now shut up and kiss me, lover' she ordered. Chris was happy to comply and did so. Jill then sat down on the bed, and reached for her strappy sandals, while Chris laced up his formal shoes.
'How do I look?' asked Chris, standing up and pouting his lips like a moody model. Jill's eyes roved over his tall, well built form, dressed in black pants, blue shirt, black tie and black blazer. His black hair stood up spikily, his green eyes bright on his tanned skin.
'Like a proper charmer' said Jill, a slow smile creeping up her face. 'Who needs Brad Pitt, when I've got my Redfield?' she asked coyly, glazing up at Chris's clear green eyes.
'You, my perfect replacement for Jennifer Anniston' replied Chris, winking at her. He looked at his watch. 'Time to go?' he asked Jill, who was going through hysterics in trying to zip up the back of her dress. Chris reached over and zipped the back up snugly, his hand resting on the clasp of her bra.
Jill spun around and teasingly put a manicured finger to his lips, and pouted sexily.
'We'll have fun later, Mr Redfield, save the funny business till later' she purred, slanting her blue eyes naughtily. Chris nodded, and as Jill turned her back, he smacked her butt.
'I said later!' retorted Jill in indignation. Chris shrugged and gave her a lopsided grin that always won her over. He was a little tense, as not only did he have to carry out the prank, he also had to drop a bombshell on the group that could change their lives considerably. He pasted a smile on his face and caught hold of Jill's hand as they walked down to the convertible.
Carlos knew he should have been getting ready, but he couldn't. He could never get ready early. It just wasn't his style. All he had to do was put on his suit, comb his hair and lace his shoes, and then he was done. Chances were that he would spill or stain his suit if he got dressed early, and right now he was most comfortable in his baggy combats and t-shirt.
He took a slurp from his mountain dew, and buried himself in the weekly snowboarding magazine he had ordered. Carlos's favorite sport was snowboarding (next to babe watching), and he had already planned how he was going to spend his prize money from the prank: A week's snowboarding in Colorado, with his snow bunny, Phoenix.
She had mentioned about her trips to Canada to ski and board, so who better to bring with him to keep him warm on the cold nights, than his chick, Phoenix?
'She would look damn hot in a ski-suit' mused Carlos, as he looked through the catalogue pages of the magazine. He could imagine it all, coming in from a day of boarding, finishing with a candle light dinner at a fancy restaurant and a sleigh ride home. Then a cosy night in front of a roaring fire….then to the hot tub….and then….
Carlos's mind raced with possibilities, when he noticed the time. He had than ten minutes to get ready, as he was meant to be picking Phoenix up on the way. He dashed downstairs, and into the living room where his suit was draped over the sofa.
He ran upstairs, flung off his clothes and threw them in the closet, and cavorted around the room trying to pull on the seldom worn suit. He yanked on his shoes, laced them quickly, and slicked his hair back, spiking the ends slightly.
He swiped his keys off the kitchen surface and was out of the door and in the car, reversing out of the drive and down to Phoenix's house. He glanced at his watch again and realised it had taken him less than 3 minutes to get ready.
'Smooth' he mused, and reached forwards to turn on the radio.
So this is how our favorite heroes prepared themselves for the long-awaited day, each expressing excitement and happiness in different ways, all eagerly awaiting the dance. A lot was going to happen that night. A lot of things were going to change. Forever.
Chicky sez: Hey all. Sorry this took so long, but I didn't like it at first and edited it a few times till I was satisfied. The next chapter, where conflict, hilarity and action all merge together to form a memorable night will be out as soon as possible, so stay tuned for the next instalment for 'Come Dance With Me….'
Ps. This fic will not end after the dance is over. No way. You have been warned….J
But you could say Baby,
Baby can I hold you tonight,
Baby if I told you the right words,
At the right time,
You'd be mine,
'Baby Can I Hold You' By Tracy Chapman.
Bec smoothed the front of her dress down and hitched up her flesh coloured stockings. She pushed her feet into her seldom worn strappy shoes, and deftly pinned up a curl. Her dressing table was littered with cosmetics and her bed was strewn with discarded clothes.
Humming excitedly, she switched on the radio and began to search for her coat. The long denim coat was dressy, but casual and Bec pulled it on over her dress and smoothed down the lapels.
So far, everything had gone right. She had decided to wear the dress she had worn on the dinner date, instead of pawing through her entire closet madly. She was proud of her choice, the little black number clung to curves she hadn't known had existed, and complimented her small, petit figure.
Sure, she'd be no match for Claire or Jill, but she was looked good anyway. She sprayed on a bit of perfume, and applied a little make up, not wanting to imitate a clown in appearance.
The clock read seven o'clock, and she still had half an hour to wait until Jack came to pick her up. She sat down on her bed to wait, but being unable to keep still, she found herself dancing around the room, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Bec figured the reason why she was so excited was because she hadn't done the dance/party thing in high school or at College and she was eager to get a taste of the teenage life she had missed out on.
The ring at the door made her jump, and she hurriedly switch off the radio and darted down the stairs to meet Jack.
'Stand still Leon!' ordered Claire, jabbing him with her free hand. With her free hand she was trying to tie Leon's bowtie, but him squirming like a worm didn't exactly help her. Leon pouted his lips, and frowned like a little boy. Claire continued to brusquely tit the bow tie, and finally lost her temper when Leon dodged away from her.
'Goddamnit Leon, It's only a bow tie, stand still' she said, hands on hips glaring at the cowering Leon.
'You'll end up strangling me!' he yelled before dashing out of the room, Claire ran after him dressed in only her underwear and petticoat, after Leon who had escaped out of the window and was heading for the back fence, clad in his boxer shorts and dress shirt. Not bothering about footwear, Claire dived out of the window, in pursuit of her irascible boyfriend.
'I'm guna get you!' she yelled and lunged at Leon, tackling him to the ground, and proceeding to straddle him and by holding him down with one hand, she began to tie up his bowtie.
Leon resisted for a second, but gave in; unable to shift Claire's weight off him, and finding the grass dewy he was eager to get up. After a few minutes, Claire had tied the black bow tie up.
'There, that wasn't so hard was it' she commented, prodding Leon in the forehead with her index finger. Leon squinted back up at her, her mouth curling into a boyish smile.
'I kinda prefer it this way' he said winking at Claire, who narrowed her eyes at him, and leaned down to kiss him. Leon manoeuvred his arms and locked them around Claire's shoulders, and they continued to kiss on the back lawn. Claire pulled away after a few minutes and stood up and stretched.
'What's the rush?' asked Leon, mystified. Claire dusted herself off and hauled Leon to his feet.
'We have a dance to get ready for, c'mon, get your ass in gear' she said, dragging him to the back door, and frogmarching him upstairs.
'Or we could skip and just stay here….and maybe go in the hot tub' said Leon, winking suggestively at Claire, svelte in her skimpy petticoat and black lace underwear. Claire's brow furrowed in thought and Leon inwardly triumphed.
"Ha. No initiation for me" he thought, grinning happily, now that a large burden was of his mind.
'No. This is the one social event in the RPD Calendar I want to go to' she said dismissively, reaching for her 'burnt bronze' dress and tugging it over her head. She sipped up the back and reached for her flesh coloured stockings. She looked up to see Leon bemusedly watching her.
'What are you waiting for? The sooner we go there, the sooner we can come back and I'll show you the treat I have lined up for afterwards' quipped Claire, handing Leon a pair of black pants and taking his jacket out of the closet.
'It better be a damn good surprise, Claire' he muttered darkly, stepping into his itchy dress trousers.
'Wow' was all Chris could say when Jill stepped out of the bathroom, clad in her satin blue strapless dress, clinging to her curvaceous body bringing out the blue hues in her sparkling eyes. She twirled and stood in front of Chris, clasping his hands.
'What do you think?' asked Jill, pleased at Chris's awestruck look.
'You look beautiful' he said simply, drawing her in and looking deep into her eyes. He cupped her cheek and continued to look down at her, smiling. He ducked his head and tilted her chin up, and kissed her full lips softly, and drew away.
'I promise not to play dares this time' said Jill, breaking the silence. Chris chuckled and dropped his arms so they rested around her slim waist.
'Keep me away from the Mayor's daughter then' he joked, flinging Jill into a romantic dip and kissing her again, with more passion and then losing his balance and dropping her with a thud to the floor. He shortly followed, landing on top of her.
'Not the smoothest move, Redfield' she said dryly, as Chris rolled off Jill and helped her to her feet.
'That's just me. I usually ruin the moment' he said, colour welling up in his cheeks as he dusted Jill down.
'That's the part of Redfield I love' she said, gazing at him lovingly and snaking her arms around his neck. 'Now shut up and kiss me, lover' she ordered. Chris was happy to comply and did so. Jill then sat down on the bed, and reached for her strappy sandals, while Chris laced up his formal shoes.
'How do I look?' asked Chris, standing up and pouting his lips like a moody model. Jill's eyes roved over his tall, well built form, dressed in black pants, blue shirt, black tie and black blazer. His black hair stood up spikily, his green eyes bright on his tanned skin.
'Like a proper charmer' said Jill, a slow smile creeping up her face. 'Who needs Brad Pitt, when I've got my Redfield?' she asked coyly, glazing up at Chris's clear green eyes.
'You, my perfect replacement for Jennifer Anniston' replied Chris, winking at her. He looked at his watch. 'Time to go?' he asked Jill, who was going through hysterics in trying to zip up the back of her dress. Chris reached over and zipped the back up snugly, his hand resting on the clasp of her bra.
Jill spun around and teasingly put a manicured finger to his lips, and pouted sexily.
'We'll have fun later, Mr Redfield, save the funny business till later' she purred, slanting her blue eyes naughtily. Chris nodded, and as Jill turned her back, he smacked her butt.
'I said later!' retorted Jill in indignation. Chris shrugged and gave her a lopsided grin that always won her over. He was a little tense, as not only did he have to carry out the prank, he also had to drop a bombshell on the group that could change their lives considerably. He pasted a smile on his face and caught hold of Jill's hand as they walked down to the convertible.
Carlos knew he should have been getting ready, but he couldn't. He could never get ready early. It just wasn't his style. All he had to do was put on his suit, comb his hair and lace his shoes, and then he was done. Chances were that he would spill or stain his suit if he got dressed early, and right now he was most comfortable in his baggy combats and t-shirt.
He took a slurp from his mountain dew, and buried himself in the weekly snowboarding magazine he had ordered. Carlos's favorite sport was snowboarding (next to babe watching), and he had already planned how he was going to spend his prize money from the prank: A week's snowboarding in Colorado, with his snow bunny, Phoenix.
She had mentioned about her trips to Canada to ski and board, so who better to bring with him to keep him warm on the cold nights, than his chick, Phoenix?
'She would look damn hot in a ski-suit' mused Carlos, as he looked through the catalogue pages of the magazine. He could imagine it all, coming in from a day of boarding, finishing with a candle light dinner at a fancy restaurant and a sleigh ride home. Then a cosy night in front of a roaring fire….then to the hot tub….and then….
Carlos's mind raced with possibilities, when he noticed the time. He had than ten minutes to get ready, as he was meant to be picking Phoenix up on the way. He dashed downstairs, and into the living room where his suit was draped over the sofa.
He ran upstairs, flung off his clothes and threw them in the closet, and cavorted around the room trying to pull on the seldom worn suit. He yanked on his shoes, laced them quickly, and slicked his hair back, spiking the ends slightly.
He swiped his keys off the kitchen surface and was out of the door and in the car, reversing out of the drive and down to Phoenix's house. He glanced at his watch again and realised it had taken him less than 3 minutes to get ready.
'Smooth' he mused, and reached forwards to turn on the radio.
So this is how our favorite heroes prepared themselves for the long-awaited day, each expressing excitement and happiness in different ways, all eagerly awaiting the dance. A lot was going to happen that night. A lot of things were going to change. Forever.
Chicky sez: Hey all. Sorry this took so long, but I didn't like it at first and edited it a few times till I was satisfied. The next chapter, where conflict, hilarity and action all merge together to form a memorable night will be out as soon as possible, so stay tuned for the next instalment for 'Come Dance With Me….'
Ps. This fic will not end after the dance is over. No way. You have been warned….J