The music was playing softly and Logan was trapped by his partner's yellow eyes. They enticed him, drew him in...he couldn't help but feel as if he knew her from somewhere. "Are you alright, Logan?" she asked. Her voice was soft and musical, playing with his ears as if they were silk.
"I can't help but think this is all familiar," he said to her, drawing her close so she didn't run into another couple that were dancing.
His partner smiled. "It is familiar, Logan," she said. "We've danced this before."
Logan looked around and noticed that the other people dancing were dressed in different attire. Some wore outfits from 100 years ago, while some wore clothing from this century. Logan stopped, drawing his partner to be still, as well. He stared at her. "How do I know you?" he asked.
The woman sighed. "I wish you would remember, Lover." She cupped his cheek. "Your brother was almost the same way. Always remembering me when I was gone."
"I don't have a brother," Logan told her.
She shook her head. "Yes, you do." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Please remember," she whispered before fading into the dancing crowd.
Logan tried to go after her, but the couples kept pushing him this way and that, pushing him out of sight. He fought, but they wouldn't cease. He felt someone shaking him and calling his name. "Logan! Logan!
"Logan, wake up! Dance class is about to start!"
Logan opened his eyes and stared up at Rogue. She was leaning over him. "Come on," she said. "We don't want to be late. Can't wait to start dancing." She turned and raced out of the room.
He sat up and looked around. He was in a private study the students sometimes used. He'd fallen asleep on the window seat and had that dream again. This was the third time. The first had been last night, right after dinner. The second had been around midnight, after he'd woken up from the first dream.
Each time, he had the same partner. Each time she asked him...something. To do something, he remembered. But he couldn't recall what it was he was to do. And then he would be pulled away. Away from his partner. Away from some answer that needed to be found. He hadn't felt this frustrated since he'd woke up without a memory all those years ago.
He rolled to his feet and walked out of the study, following Rogue down to the first floor and into the room that had been used for dancing yesterday. As he walked in, he noticed that there was a bigger group this time. They looked up at him as he passed. Logan ignored them and leaned against a wall, waiting for the class to start.
Rogue stood next to him. "I've heard you're a good dancer," she said, nudging him with her elbow. "As has the rest of the school, it seems."
Logan didn't respond. He just shrugged and continued to look around the room. There were a number of students who where looking at him, whispering to each other and some of the girls were even giggling. "Why is everyone acting so weird?" he asked. Rogue opened her mouth to answer, but the sudden sound of Spanish music stopped her.
Ramira clapped her hands together above her head and reached out. Logan felt the need to go to her, but a young man stepped up and took her hand, instead. The other man wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her close until their bodies were pressed against one another. They danced a circle, their legs stretching out so their muscles flexed and their backs arched a bit.
They raised one of their arms, but the man slowly drew his hand down her skin and to her hip, while drawing her forward to follow him as he danced backwards. Once his hand reached her hip, he spun her. Her red dress flew out around her waist. Her partner reached out, grabbed her hand, and spun her close to her body.
She went and collided with his body. Ramira turned her body and fell back, using her partner's arm to keep her from touching the ground. Her left leg was stretched out, while her right was supporting her body. The man drew her up with a quick jerk, bringing her up so she was level with his face.
He took her hand and led her in a series of moves that looked easy, but was clear that it would take practice to master. Logan watched Ramira move, envious of her partner. He could almost feel those hips rocking against his as she bent her knees to sink down and up against her partner's body. Logan bit back a growl.
The two continued to dance close to one another, until the man spun her around and draped her over his arm. The music stopped and the students applauded. Ramira straightened and bowed. She looked up and spotted Logan. He must have done something, because she smiled a bit.
She turned to the students and signed. The man translated for the others. "You did so well with the waltz, yesterday. Today, we learn the salsa. Passionate, fierce, and up beat. My partner is Jose Monticello. He shall be helping me out, since our numbers have grown. Jose will explain the basic steps." Ramira turned to the man and extended her hand, in a sign for him to continue.
He turned to the crowd and began his instruction. Logan didn't listen to him. Instead, he watched Ramira. She was coming toward him, with a smile on her lips. And something in her hand. Once she got close to him, she handed him a folded piece of paper. He looked at it strangely, but opened it. "Would you like to know more sign language?" it read.
He stared at it for a moment, stunned at the weird question. He looked up and Ramira was waiting. Logan remembered last night at dinner, where she'd been ecstatic that he wanted to know her language. She smiled so brightly, he'd been trapped. He wanted to see her smile again. He crumpled the note and stuffed it into his pocket.
Ramira waited, unsure of what the action meant. But Logan nodded. She smiled and Logan felt that feeling again. Happy, secure...it felt familiar. As if he had experienced this long ago and had been absent from it for a long while. She put her hand to her mouth, tapped it two times, then slid her hand over her other. Logan watched her do it again and tried to remember what it was suppose to mean.
"Dinner?" he asked, unsure. Ramira nodded. "We'll try at dinner?" he clarified. She nodded, glad he understood what she had been trying to say. "You got it," he said. Ramira clapped her hands together and smiled. Just then, Jose called out for Ramira's assistance with demonstrating a move.
She smiled once more at Logan and hurried off to teach. Logan smiled to himself. That smile...it was going to be his weakness one day. But somehow, he felt that that day had already come. Long ago.
Why did this woman feel so right to him? Did he know her from somewhere? Was she part of his past? There were so many questions. But right now, he had a dance class to complete.