Dance, Dance
by: skyz
Diclaimer: I don't own the couple Chadpay or HSM.
A/N: Well now this moves the rating up. Not blatantly sexual or anything like that but there's a hint of it. And nakedness is alluded to. I'm not sure who's reading this age wise so I'll make sure to keep everyone aware in future drabbles if it's a bit mature. Thanks for reading. The prompt was dance and my mind went into the gutter so to speak. Be warned: Stripper!Sharpay ahead. Don't worry I'm sure Stripper!Chad is not far behind.
6.
Her flesh he simply desired. What he needed was her mind and body fully engaged with him.
His eyes stayed on hers. Watched as his fingers almost ghosted across the long leg she slid down the length of his arm.
"I want to take you away from this place..." His whispered words barely registered against the soft music crooning from the room's speakers.
"I'm happy doing what I'm doing," she responded just as softly as she flung her head back and a rain of gold rested against his chest.
His fingers itched to thread their way through it.
"No one's happy here," he felt compelled to tell her.
He was right he knew that no one was happy in this place. Not the women taking their clothes off or the men who came to ogle or to schmooze. They were all working, playing at this, trying to figure this thing called life out.
Her flesh was bronze perfection.
Her face a mask of cold aloofness.
"It's not about being happy," she responded as she crawled away from him.
Her eyes were dark and their emotions hidden from him.
"How long have I been coming here?" he asked his fingers clinching hard against the glass in his hand.
"I don't keep track..." she did a complicated twisting move that ended with her almost straddling his lap.
Almost touching but not quite.
"More than a year," he told her hoarsely. Her closeness was almost his undoing.
He didn't know her but he wanted to. She danced for him because he paid her too and he wanted her all to himself. Forever.
"This is gonna kill you," he tried again yearning to reach out and touch her. To trail his fingers against the soft skin of her cheek. He wanted to be close to her in every way imaginable.
Her hips swiveled to the beat of the music and her eyes fell half closed as she ran her hands down the sides of her neck and lower still across the swell of her breasts.
"What a way to die..." she laughed at him as the beat sped up and so did her sensual dance.
"I want to take you away from here and marry you," he insisted pulling out another bill.
He had to keep her dancing.
She crawled across the stage on her hands and knees.
Her lips touched his fingers as she took the bill between her teeth.
He swallowed hard.
"Not gonna marry you," she told him turning back to the pole twisting up and around it.
She was spectacular.
"I'll keep asking," he told her with certainty.
"No way to stop you from asking..."
"Dance for me again," he requested urgently. "Dance for me Sharpay."
"Pick the tune and I'll give you a dance you won't soon forget..."