Tango—Eriol

I swirled the glass of champagne and stared at the pale gold color. Champagne was good, to good to get drunk on, which is want I really wanted. What I needed was a good beer, the kind that burns on the way down and leaves a bitter aftertaste. Sophisticated, respectable people drank champagne and despite popular opinion, neither accurately described me at the moment. Nope, beer was most the better choice for the evening.

Unfortunately this particular institution didn't serve good beer (not the kind that I wanted) that is if they served beer at all. I'd have to go down the road to one of the less reputable saloons. Perhaps a pretty wench could warm my lap as well, take away some of the bit that has an unmoving grip on me. Have to go somewhere new then, too much bad reputation going around now. Not that it's my fault, I only gave the girl a mild concussion. Of course more recently I've become notorious for dumping the girls on the floor and calling them...no, no, no, best not think of her, not now, not tonight.

Standing I glanced at the door which she had just stepped through. And did she look ravishing tonight! The dark purple dress accented her eyes and showed off her body to its best advantage, not that it could be shown at a bad advantage. It gave the gentlemen around her a small tease of the breasts that pushed alluringly against the silky fabric and an appealing look at her desirable legs. Her raven black hair shone in the light and it shook appealingly as she laughed.

No, I had not spent the last twenty-four hours obsessing over her body. Oh no, she had just found some way to posses my every thought, daydream, and even nightmare. I was beyond obsessed.

"Miss Tomoyo, would you care to dance?" Some buffoon asked her.

She smiled, nodded, and walked out onto the dance floor. That was his first mistake, one of a long list. I distinctly noticed that he didn't lead her out onto the floor, she moved herself. From there it went downhill. Oh the buffoon knew a few steps, but Tomoyo's were obviously far more advanced. He couldn't lead and to an experienced dancer as myself, he looked a fool. Unfortunately for Tomoyo, he could barely keep his feet off of hers let alone concentrate on the most important part of the moves. His clumsiness repulsed me as much as I felt drawn to Tomoyo.

As the music wound to a close, I marched out onto the floor, not the slightest bit intoxicated on alcohol, although behaving like it. It took a single glare to scare off her partner and claim her for myself. No one had a glare quite like Tomoyo who could freeze and boil water at the same time with it. Currently she had fixed that death look on me.

It didn't take me long to take control of the situation, not that it displeased me to do so. I placed one hand ever so delicately upon her waist, that slim, beautiful, desirable waist. No, do not think of the dreams from last night, do not. And then I captured her hand with mine and the dance was off.

Nothing else registered on my mind, only the steps and my dear sweet Tomoyo whose eyebrow just twitched, slightly mind, but still a sure sign that she was troubled. "You seem a bit confused my sweet Tomoyo, why?" I leaned forward to look more closely at her exquisite face. No model could ever come that close to perfection.

"Don't call me that!" To anyone else the words would sound like a hiss, but I caught the slight intake of breath.

I looked at her eyes, trying to divulge to truth, which to the trained eye, appeared so clearly there. But this time, truth did not exist, I saw half filled eyes, eyes that battled with themselves and the victor was not yet obvious.

"What do you want?" She asked harshly, betraying more things then I think she realized. The harshness sounded just a bit hoarse and deeper. But not only that, her body puffed out and her breasts brushed lightly against my chest.

I continued to try and read the outcome of the battle for her heart, desperately hoping that I would win. Her mind had won all the major battles, but every other victory belonged to me.

"Why are you here?" Her voice softened immensely allowing me to hear the desire creep through. It sent shivers down my spine and suddenly it became necessary to concentrate more closely on the dance steps or lose myself entirely to the demands of my body. That happened to include the nearest wall and wrecking havoc upon her senses, mind, soul, and body.

"I came to see you, flower blossom of my heart." I admitted honestly. The dance brought us closer to together, intimately rubbing together. A groan came rushing to my mouth as I pulled her out of the dip and she wrapped her leg around mine. Why did she choose this night to go out? Why didn't I realize a club of sophistication would have exactly what I could not attain? Her lips came within centimeters of mine via the next set of steps and only with the greatest restrain did I manage not to lead her out the door and down the street to the nearest motel.

Her arms stiffened in my embrace and I almost whispered thank you, had that not been rude. I suppose she wanted some distance between herself and me, some level of professional appearances. And for that I was grateful, having her so close, smelling so good, looking so ravishing could not have bode well for our future relationship, especially if I came on to fast. Unfortunately my body was saying to fast was not fast enough.

My hands moved down to her hips on there own and pulled her against me. She should have slapped me, kicked me, down something, that wasn't part of any dance I knew. But I had to feel her, to know her just a little bit more or go insane. Hand in hand, body to body, and the look in her eyes changed. The battle had ended and I didn't need to look to see the result. She held nothing back, laying her body against me in an almost wanton way. The groan did not escape my mouth, exactly, but it didn't leave either. I had to clench my teeth together.

The music came to a close and I bent Tomoyo back in one final dip. Without hesitation, without thought, without anything our lips met. They touched in a way that stole my breath and at the same time made me ready to run a cross country marathon.

"Touché."

"Rather out of line. I dare you to do us a soft and luscious lyric, capable of reducing a fat woman to sniffles." --Carl Sandburg on Cornhuskers

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