Hi, everyone. I'm so sorry it's been so long since my last update! Things have been crazyand busy,
and i've had such a hard time finding any spare time. I'm also in the throes of writing another story (or two)...
Well, I have more chapters of this planned, so please review and let me know if you liked this.
I have to say, after crying and screaming like mad last Monday, writing this was GREAT therapy, and I hope reading it will be too!

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"Conga" by Gloria Estefan

He wore a black casual suit. The top few buttons were opened; he opted not to don a tie that night. It had taken Tony nearly an hour to decide what to wear for their all-important second date. Even though right after their first date, he had asked if she wanted to go out again, Yesterday, Tony had cryptically "messaged" her computer at work to tell her to wear a comfortable dress, but he typed that he wouldn't disclose anymore details. He had to hold on to his desk when Michelle coyly smiled up at him, her acceptance to their next evening together, her smile drove him crazy.

He practically ran to her front door, not able to contain his excitement as to what he was surprising her with—besides the flowers that he had painstakingly chosen after 30 minutes of irritating the shop owner.

He felt himself take a sharp intake of the chilled night air when he saw her standing there, hand still on the doorknob she just threw open.The slinky black dress looked perfect as it clung to her petite figure, her mass of curls carelessly strewn about her face. Michelle's smile widened at Tony's positive response and invited him into her apartment. She shyly smiled as Tony remembered what he was holding in his left hand, and handed her a large bouquet of red roses. Michelle took them giddily and rewarded Tony with a cheerful welcome and a kiss on the cheek.

She hurriedly placed the flowers in a vase of water, and then turned to Tony. As they left the apartment, Michelle noticed the guiding hand on the small of her back; it felt warm and comforting to his touch. She smiled up at him and playfully inquired where he was taking her that was "such a surprise". Tony beamed down at her, and kissed her forehead, assuring her that it would be fun.

Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer

Fifteen minutes later, after holding hands and stealing glances at each other in Tony's plush car, he gave Michelle's hand a squeeze, announcing that they were "here". Tony loved the confused and frustrated look on Michelle's faces as she wondered where they were. This was a part of LA that she'd undoubtedly never been in before.

Tony helped her out of the car as he handed it over to the valet, which almost seemed out of place in such a dimly lit street. He nervously explained as they walked half a block, obviously aiming for a lit door, with no signs posted outside. "So, I know you've always been a dancer of sorts…" Michelle nodded, brows still furrowed as she looked furtively around her. "…And well, I've become somewhat a good 'mover' myself…" He could tell she was still clueless. And as the door loomed just in front of them, Tony could hardly wait to show her where they were. "…Well, here we are, I hope you'll like it…" he said as he opened the door for her, and hand once again on her back, led her through a candle-lit narrow hallway.

Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

The music reached her ears before the thrill of everything else did. The hallway led to a great open room, a live band playing a Salsa song on a small stage, a dance floor busy with dancing couples, a bar in one corner, tables for two and four scattered across the room, all illuminated in dim, colorful lights. How did he know? Michelle asked herself. "This is perfect, Tony!" Michelle beamed and threw her arms around his neck, planting a deep kiss on his lips. She hadn't been dancing for what felt like ages, and just being in this hidden dance-bar, Michelle knew she could just cut loose and have fun. And work on her dancing skills.

Everybody gather 'round now
Let your body feel the heat
Don't you worry if you can't dance;
Let the music move your feet

The music pulsed through her body, and now it was her that led Tony through the throngs of milling people, actively watching the others dance to the loud, pulsating music. Michelle felt herself sway and walk in time with the insanely catchy rhythm and Spanish lyrics. They found a fairly secluded table and ordered drinks from a woman in a little red dress that periodically eyed Tony. Normally, this would have drove Michelle crazy, but Tony barely looked at the young brown-haired woman. He was intent on Michelle.

She felt the luckiest person in the world, and she was already imaging their third and fourth dates. She knew this was going to be a success. Tony had already coined her perfectly. How else could he have known that she used to love going out and dancing?

The song changed. Suddenly, mischeviouly, Michelle realized that she had no idea how good of a dancer Tony really was. It was too loud to really talk as they drank, so she half-smiled at him then set her half-full glass on the table. C'mon she mouthed to Tony, who was stunned as she took his hand and headed to the dance floor.

It's the rhythm of the island, and like the sugar cane so sweet
If you want to do the conga, you've got to listen to the beat

They were in the middle of the dance floor before Michelle turned to face Tony. She couldn't help but see how great he looked in that black shirt, the top buttons opened just enough. Before she could register, she felt his arm on her waist and in his hand in hers, and they were gliding along with the other dancers. Tony couldn't believe how they fitted together when he held her so close, and how she almost predicted his step before he lifted his foot. Neither of the pair were exceptional dancers, but Tony was better than most men, and Michelle more agile than most people in general, and together, they could feel the now flirtatious and intense Tango music bringing them together.

Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

They both realized how they danced perfectly together, and after only a few bars of music, they took notice of how close they stood, and it almost felt awkward. Michelle raised her eyes to meet Tony's and he spun her once twice before pulling her quickly back to him, her hand on his strong chest. They smiled and continued dancing, eyes locked, perfectly intent on their intimacy, it was a Tango, after all.

They were lost in the music and the thrill of dancing together, the song went on for a comfortable eternity. Michelle felt a burning heat wherever Tony's hand made contact with her torso, or shoulder, or once her leg in the daring moment when he dipped her backwards, and their eyes connected.

After the plunge, he slowly lifted her perpendicular again, going completely against the rapid timing of the music, slowing down their movements, articulating each second she was dependent on his support. She felt herself roll through each vertebrae of her flexible back and her body pressing urgently, forcefully against his as she came closer to standing.

Her hips, then her chest against his, she finally lifted her head upright. Michelle felt her hair totally wild around her, and she knew her cheeks were stained and splotched pink. But she didn't care. Her labored breaths felt even larger, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest… or was that Tony's? They were so close she couldn't differentiate the deep breaths or untamed heartbeats.

Feel the fire of desire, as you dance the night away
'Cause tonight were gonna party, 'til we see the break of day

She was inches away from his face and his deep eyes were fastened on hers. Electricity shot through the both of them, they were oblivious to the quick moving couples around them. Time seemed to melt away, almost visibly.

Michelle only felt his arm tightly gripping her back, her hand clutching his waist, other hand on his muscular shoulder. Something flashed though her… desire? Whatever it was, it was all Michelle or Tony could feel while trapped in that passionate moment.

Better get yourself together, and hold on to what you've got
Once the music hits your system, there's no way your gonna stop

The song ended with a bang of some kind of chime and the couples let go of each other to applaud the band, the singer taking a bow, and sitting on a chair to wipe his sweaty brow. But they stood intertwined another moment—still watching the other, utterly entranced, neither eager to let go, both wishing they hadn't let that opportunity slip by. Opportunity for what? Neither knew, but it had felt so right...

Mere seconds later the rest of the band, minus the singer starting a new song, a slow, lyrical one. Easily—as thought they'd done it for years—Tony pulled Michelle frighteningly close to him, arm fixed around her mid-back, other arm weakly bent at his side, fingers linked with hers. Her head automatically rested on his upper chest, her arm strewn across one of his. They swayed together, in slow sweeping motions, so unlike their previous raging, sensual dance.

Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

They listened to their partner's breaths, which slowly steadied as the song wore on. When she felt her breathing had leveled enough, Michelle lifted her lips to Tony's ear. "Thank you, this is amazing," she whispered. She felt Tony tighten his grip around her and he turned his head, they were incredibly close again.

He stopped the gentle movements of their dancing. "Anything," she saw more than heard him say. And in an instant his lips were upon hers and her hands on his face. She felt the kiss, it was just as powerful as theirs a little over a week ago in the abandoned hallway of CTU. The intensity grew and his hands burned the skin on her sides, through the thin material of her dress. Everything froze except their blinding kiss. Michelle knew then that she never wanted him to stop…

Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga