Greetings again! First I want to say thanks to the lovely people who have reviewed this story, and I've been thoroughly chastised for leaving you all with that mean cliff-hanger. You wanted to have Willy and Sarah dance, and you shall get your wish this chapter. This again has some aspects of a song fic, as it is taking place during a dance in a ballroom, but I tried to limit it as much as possible. I also don't know a whole lot about ballroom or salsa dancing, so pardon my ignorance. This chapter is also very short, but I hope you see what I attempted to accomplish in the scene.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters created by R.Dahl or CATCF; just my original characters and the plot line. I am not receiving any compensation for writing this fan fiction.

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Chapter 5: Dancing with Destiny…..

Sarah looked down at her hand clasped in his warm leather-clad one, then looked back up at him, tilted her head slightly as she spoke. "I don't recall you asking me for a dance, Mr. Wonka."

"Y'know, now that you mention it…..I didn't. Remind me to do that later, kay? C'mon!"

Sarah didn't have time to do more than blink before Willy swept her out onto the middle of the dance floor. The techno dance music wound down and was replaced by a Latin beat and acoustic guitar, which she recognized as a tune called Bailamos. Sarah panicked as Willy placed his hand on her waist and interlaced his right hand with her left one. "I don't know how to salsa!" she pleaded, to which he smirked and said calmly "Lesson one….shut up and hold on!"

Tonight we dance

I lay my life in your hands

We take the floor

Nothing is forbidden anymore

Don't let the world in outside

Don't let a moment go by

Nothing can stop us tonight

Bailamos, let the rhythm take you over

Bailamos, te quiero amor mio

Bailamos wanna live this night forever

Bailamos te quiero amor mio te quiero

For the first minute or so, no words were spoken as he guided her masterfully through the steps of the dance. How she managed not to trip over her gown or stopped herself from looking for her feet she never knew, but with Willy leading her their movements looked effortless. She finally broke the silence with a shaky chuckle and grin. "Ok, lesson one mastered, oh wise teacher….dare I ask for lesson # 2?"

His smile momentarily dazzled her before he answered. "Relax and trust me."

Her eyes grew wide as he suddenly spun her away from him without releasing her hand, and brought her back again, this time with her back pressed against his chest. His left hand covered hers and rested it against her stomach, while his right hand drew hers up over her right shoulder. They grooved together, his steps guiding hers in a dance that was both teasing and seductive. His hand guided hers from just below her breast down to her hip, and she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck as they brushed against each other. Sarah wondered if he could feel how fast her heart was racing inside her satin gown, and she knew the flush on her cheeks wasn't just from the exertion of the dance. He suddenly swung her around to face him, and as their eyes met there was no doubt in her mind whatsoever that he knew exactly how their close proximity during the dance was affecting her. This almost caused Sarah to stumble, and Willy suddenly waggled his eyebrows in a comical "hehehehe Who's Your Daddy" macho kind of way, easing most of the tension between them, but not all. She followed along matching him step for step for a few minutes and repeating the spin out moves before he whispered loudly "Hold on—big finish!" Grasping one of her hands and holding it high, he caught her around the waist and spun her repeatedly in place like a ballerina, then jerked her back into his arms for a low dip, her ribbon edged curls brushing the floor.

Breathless and dizzy, she blinked rapidly as his face danced inches above hers for what seemed like an endless moment before the amused voice of his protégé snapped her back to reality.

"Damn, Willy….she'll really want to dance with us normal guys now…showoff!"

With a chuckle, Willy gracefully pulled Sarah back into a standing position as she continued to try and calm her racing heart. Not breaking eye contact with her, he gallantly placed a kiss on her knuckles, tipped his hat with a charming smile and wink, murmuring "A pleasure, Miss Shawe." before stepping back and vanishing into the crowd on the dance floor.

Sarah just stood there, a bemused expression on her face as she looked at the spot where she had last seen him. Charlie observed her and sighed deeply, a resigned smile touching his lips as he waved his hand in front of her face. Sarah startled at the motion and blushed prettily, turning back towards her companion. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Charlie just laughed and shook his head, the action unnerving due to the presence of his white half mask. "No, Miss Shawe….I was just having a bit of fun at your expense. You seem quite enthusiastic out on the dance floor a moment ago."

Sarah smiled. "Well, it is hard not to be enthusiastic when dancing with someone who is as…..spirited…as Mr. Wonka. He literally took my breath away, even though I have two left feet!"

As if on cue, the music tempo switched to a slow number by Boys II Men, a song perfect for couples dancing. Charlie sighed and tried to look pitiful, tilting his head and pooching out his bottom lip in an adorable pouting gesture. "I doubt you could ever be anything less than graceful, Miss Shawe. I guess that now you've danced with Fred Astaire, you won't want to dance with a simple clubfooted hoofer like me."

Sarah laughed heartily, her eyes sparkling as bright as the disco lights above them. "Only if you call me Sarah from now on. A promise is a promise, M. le Phantom…..so lead on! "

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