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About 2/3am

Summary–Boy and Girl can't seem to keep their hands off each other behind closed doors. Five drabbles, five random couples. Can you guess who?

Disclaimer–I do not own Dance Central, which belongs to its respective owner(s) and is only being used in a fan-made, fictional story.

EDIT 6-4-12: This story was reported and taken down because of the title. Now that I think about it... yeah that was dumb of me. The original title was because I couldn't think of anything then either! I'm sorry about this! Will re-upload over the next few days.

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Title–Want: to wish, need, crave, demand, or desire (originally named Fuck It)

Chapter 2–Fuck It

By–Moon Prynces

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She woke up to midday sunlight and regret.

Oh, and also lying naked in bed, barely covered by sheets.

Not again, she told herself, not moving an inch.

He woke up to much the same situation. Right down to the ill feelings about it.

They told themselves this was the last time. They promised each other it wouldn't happen again.

He wasn't her type. He thought too highly of himself and considered himself a player.

She wasn't his type. She was too spoiled and conceited to admit anyone else was a decent dancer.

And then she sat up as he did the same, with her holding the sheet to cover up and him leaning back lazily against the headboard.

She turned her head slowly and his eyes slid in her direction.

Her shorts were the first thing to go. She had barely closed the door behind her before dropping them to the floor and kicking them off – all before he turned around.

And when he did it was for a gorgeous surprise. Black panties contrasted against her pale skin?

It made him take off his visor with a grin and mockingly fan it at himself.

She gave the same smug smile she always had on, but it made his blood pump faster.

It might also have been from her walking casually toward him while at the same time undoing the buttons on her shirt, which she dropped to the floor (revealing the matching lingerie set) without taking her eyes off his.

He drank in the sight, not making a move until she reached him, and then only quirked a brow challengingly.

She wasn't one to back down and so grabbed the collars of his jacket, pulling him closer to her.

His hands went to the same, familiar places on her waist just meeting the hips.

And he let her shove a hand into his hair, making the spikes even more unruly. And then felt her slide her hands on his chest before pushing off the jacket, letting it fall to the ground.

And he let her do all this while his right hand trailed down smooth skin to dip past the waistband of her panties with a light, steady touch that she didn't feel until he had a handful of her ass.

When she jolted and pulled back from the kiss he just used his new hold to his advantage, pulling her lower half onto his with a smirk that she–

In a sudden, dizzying move she had his back on the bed and straddled his waist, staring down at him with her own brow raised.

He spared a quick glance at the mere inch of space (and clothes) separating them.

But she noticed, one side of her lips lifting higher than the other.

She placed one hand on the waist of his pants, feeling the curve of his pelvic bone...before dipping into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone and confusing him even further. He stared as she pulled back and stayed on her knees, tapping some buttons and doing whoknowswhat.

Then she dropped it onto the bed next to them as a song started playing and he was enthralled as she closed her eyes and shoved her hands into her hair while skillfully rolling her body towards him.

He was already mesmerized and unblinking when she dropped her hands slightly behind her, a motion that pushed her chest out, and rolled her shoulders in small circles as her hips began winding in a motion that he'd taught her a long time ago. Who knew it'd be used against him one day? Well, in something other than dance.

But what he really noticed was that she straddled him in a way that prevented them from touching. Her knees were on either side of him, but pulled apart so much that her skin didn't even graze his clothes.

Intentional, he thought. Damn tease, he added when the song ended and she didn't stop or reopen her eyes.

He thought about interrupting but then decided to just enjoy her performance, and so put his hands behind his head with an appreciative look.

And finally, either she was too lost in the song in her head or knew exactly what she was doing to him, she moved her hands. They were placed on her skin, starting with her behind. And even though he couldn't see it, he could still remember the feel and so his breath became only a slight tilt more labored.

Her hands slowly swept from the back to the front, gingerly over her undergarments, and moved upwards. She threw her head back the further north they traveled, and she was quite possibly lost in the sensations she was creating for herself because her lips parted in a way that made him wish he was the one making her out of breath.

So he snapped. Couldn't take any more of the torment as he felt his pulse pick up, chest moving in shorter breaths (the same as her, it seemed).

His hands landed on her hips, pushed her down to sit directly on his lap and readily ground his hips upward in a motion that had her gasping out in surprise, eyes flying open and hands landing on his chest to catch herself from plummeting forward.

She let out this unearthly, breathy gasping sound as his pants rubbed too perfect a spot through the delicate material of her underwear and he grinned like a sinner, waiting for her to catch her breath and glare.

But all she did was lean her head closer to his, her lips on the curve of his neck with one soft kiss before she spoke.

"That's not fair," she whispered for him to hear, no seductive undertone. "You're overdressed."

He didn't get a chance to reply, as her hand was already on his belt buckle. So he removed one of his own to place behind her head and pulled her lips to his.

Yeah, never again.

They made eye contact and stared each other down, her with a carefully neutral expression and him with a tired one.

Fuck it, they thought before she let her hand (and the sheet) fall away while leaning over and he brought a hand to the back of her head when their lips met again.

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11:43pm

Another nice looking drabble-ish thing. You know who it is, should I even say? Angel and Miss Aubrey. Someone asked and actually I was considering it a tiny bit. This one actually seems to have a little bit of a plot in there, I think.

I have an idea for another chapter. I suppose I'll stop at three to five chapters, depending on whether I find inspiration for any more. This one came out nicer than I was hoping.

Oh and also, when I was thinking of this chapter and trying to write it I kept thinking of a particular song and then playing it. Go listen to it before, during or after reading. Youtube. Put watch?v=7jgVpcqEZmg after the site address. Maybe you won't like it, but won't hurt to check it out.

Thanks for reading and tell me what you think!

11:58pm