Chapter: Salsa

Shalan's Dance: YAY! The chapter I've been waiting for… dances… this chapter it going to be more exciting than any other… expect it to be hot and sexy… and maybe even a little funny… join me on the next emotional roller coaster of… THE BEST IS YET TO COME! I love you all

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Yoruichi grinned as Rukia stumped into the dance studio where they practiced their routines before they did them on the ice. She wore a leotard which exposed her back and a pair of leg warmers with her shrug. She stared at Yoruichi for a second.

Her eyes then set on a tall tanned woman in the corner of the room. Her long black hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. Her formidable shoulders were set broadly and she wore a tight black dress that flared around her knees. Her tall high heels made her taller than she had originally seemed.

Yoruichi pointed at her, "This is a good friend of mine, she's a ballroom dancer and she's here to teach you two a few things for your next routine… Her name's Isabella."

"We've met before… you taught me all about moving my hips…" she shook hands with the woman as they both kissed air next to their cheeks and pulled back.

"What's going on in here?" Ichigo sauntered into the room, his gait that of a stallion, relaxed but full of energy. He had been waiting for their practice all day… because he wanted to be around someone other than Kisuke and Jushiro who insisted upon playing chess all day long, a game they could make last three years.

"It's your newest coach…" Yoruichi grinned and sat down in the corner. Ichigo's eyes settled on the formidable woman. He had never seen her before. After Yoruichi introduced them Ichigo kissed her cheek but instead of taking his hand her hand gripped his crotch. He choked with a blink as the dancer felt him up.

"He's a good one," she said as Yoruichi grinned darkly from behind Rukia. This would be the perfect way to pay them back for improvising without telling her. "Yes… stand up straight," his lifted his chin, straightening his back, folding his arms behind his back, clicking his heels together. Her hand traveled around his stomach and back up his chest to his powerful shoulders and back down his arms. She gripped him by the chin. "Yes… he could be a dancer if he wanted to be…" she pulled away and looked over at Rukia who was fuming. She didn't know why but this woman touching her partner was really bugging her.

"Yes… he is a fine specimen…" Yoruichi snorted and she was joined by Jushiro and Kisuke who disappeared behind a desk, whispering about something.

"Quite a stallion you are…" the woman nodded at him and he smiled slightly. "You have some Italian in your blood?" She lifted an eyebrow.

"Nope… Irish," he replied and she nodded.

"Brutish and rough. Powerful and beautiful… yes… Irish it is…" she nodded and Ichigo's eyes flitted towards Rukia. "You are a beautiful man. An Adonis… yes… you will be good to break in…" Her chocolate eyes twinkled and his mood lightened, she was rather flattering. "Now I want to see the two of you together… assume the original position in your last performed program." Ichigo blinked. That was one position that he had hoped he would never have to do again.

She hooked a leg around his waist. His hands grasping hers, her head tilting back until it touched the ground. Then they felt her push them closer together. "I should not be able to see a gap between your bodies. You should be completely comfortable with your partner." She pushed them together so tightly that they both felt the friction. Ichigo bit back the groan that wanted to be released.

"Can I move now?" Rukia questioned from her upside down position.

"The two of you should set the room on fire, as though you were about to have sex… you two are sleeping together aren't you?" She lifted an eyebrow and they both shook their heads. "Hmmm… strange… I could have sworn, anyways, you two must make love on the ice, you have to show them that you are not afraid of each other and that you're willing to do anything to prove your point," she pushed Rukia's body harder against his and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head. She was pushing them a little far.

"Uhm… if you're not careful he's gonna break something…" Rukia laughed. She was getting a little giddy from having her head held upside down.

" Strip down," they heard the command and they both stared at her as she pointed at them. Rukia looked at her with a blanked expression as she righted herself.

"Naked?" Ichigo blinked.

"No… to your leotards… for you down to your shorts…" he looked down there was no way he was taking his pants off. He knew that under armor shorts weren't the problem… it was any other bodily functions that could possibly happen at such close contact with a woman of Rukia's physical… prowess.

"I… hate spandex…" he grumbled as she laughed, pulling off her shrug and leg warmers. She was immediately handed a pair of high heels.

"You will learn to dance in these… and then you will be able to skate with more poise…" she smiled and Rukia looked at them. This was going to suck.

"Done…" Ichigo was looking off in another direction. Rukia blinked, it wasn't as though she hadn't seen him shirtless before but… her eyes were fixated on him. His body really was magnificent. He was like a marble statue. His long legs were built with muscle and the skin tight shorts clung to him like a second skin. His navel was hardened and an etched waistline led her eyes to slide back down to his... she coughed. His abdomen was solid muscle with a riveted six pack. His pecs stood out slightly, his chest curving down into the slightly concave stomach. His shoulders were broad with his collarbone standing out against his skin, his etched arms muscles flexed as he shifted uncomfortably. She licked her lips unconsciously; he was more delicious in the dim light of the dance studio.

Of course while she searched his, his own eyes took in a feast of his own… of course… he had seen more of her than she him… but… for some reason the dim light in the room toned her more. He saw her black eyelashes graced her cheekbones, the way her breasts stood up slightly, pert and young. The way her legs were placed, one leg, always her right leg, was bent in towards the other, her foot placed on the side. Her muscles were toned and tawny. Flat but powerful. Her legs were long and shaped. She was everything a woman should be. She was rounded hips, flat stomached, beautiful legs, long necked. Jesus… the way he was thinking… he thought he'd end the practice before he even got anything done.

"Good, you two have had a good look at each other… now get into the position that you were in earlier." Isabella motioned. This time the position was more erotic than before. Her muscular leg wrapped around his waist, pressing herself up against him. He gripped her waist this time instead of her hands, letting her dip further back, her head nearly resting on the ground. Their hips junctioned and they both felt it, suddenly they fit perfectly against each other.

"That's it…" she grinned and she hit the button on the radio and they heard the song that they were going to be skating to. "Now…"

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She went through the rest of the week simply thinking about their lessons. She seemed distracted in her classes and her teachers had become worried about her. Friday night when she walked in she realized that the others were already waiting for her in the studio. She threw her book bag down and stripped as she ran. Unfortunately for her she had been forced into a permanent state of Brazilian wax. Yoruichi had told her before that she was going to have to do it since Ichigo had started practicing with her…but she still hated it. Even more unfortunate was that Yoruichi, the day before, had chosen to have a wax done on her period… Rukia had almost screamed at her afterwards when she, Ichigo and Kisuke came to pick her up.

However she was rather glad for it… to have hair coming out of one's leotard was rather embarrassing… she slipped into her heels as she ran into the room. Ichigo was sitting on the ground, in his tight shorts as usual, his arms folded and his legs Indian style. Rukia blinked… why was there no one else there?

"What's going on?" Rukia asked and he looked up.

"They're watching on the other side of the glass…" He motioned and she froze. Could they maintain themselves while the others weren't in the room? The only way she kept her own libido down was by looking at Kisuke or Isabella… but what about Ichigo? Not that she would ever tell him that she was physically attracted to him. His hands were in places in this routine that she most certainly didn't want them… and she knew that it was going to be difficult to keep from slapping him. It was hard enough when they were performing in front of an audience of them… and it was easy to perform in front of a bunch of people… but with only them… and no one else in the room.

"Can we do this?" She blinked. They had easily choreographed the moves in the studio… they would then be incorporated into a skating routine. She stared at him then saw him nod.

"They're trying to startle us into screwing up… we're going to show them the best they've ever seen…" he offered her his hand. He pulled her up against him. Her long lithe body was extended by the heels and he had to pull back on his own reigns… he suddenly became the professional that he was meant to be. The song was fast paced but had the same tone as the slightly slower and longer song that they would be skating to. It was so that they could get the dance moves down before they put them with the throws, lifts and other actions.

He knew the song… it was a salsa song that was fast paced. The point of the song was temptation. That was the point of salsa and tango. The man trying to seduce the woman… and Isabella's dance choreography displayed just that. The starting position was almost deadly for Rukia. He lowered himself down to one knee, his arms curving up around her back. His cheek was pressed against her navel, her back arced back slightly, her legs spread apart.

The music began and they moved, she stood up straight and Ichigo's hands slid down her back across her rear down her legs and back up again, one hand sliding up the other sliding around and between her legs from back to front. His body lifted quickly and they moved in unison. She twisted body, turning her back to him and his hands gripped her waist and she pulled away, sliding a hand along his jaw to pull him closer. He spun her back around and made like he was going to kiss her but their lips brushed as she hooked a leg around his waist, leaning back until her head touched the ground, his lips sliding down her body. She jerked back up and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back in time. He let a sexy grin flash across his lips and spun her around until her body slammed into his, her back to his front. His hands sliding down her stomach to her navel and further, his hands slid between her legs, spreading them as she lifted up, wrapping her legs around his waist and swinging through his legs, grabbing his hands to flip out behind him and land, spinning away from him. He turned and her hand touched his chest, pushing him back again. He grabbed her and pulled her down across his arm until her head nearly touched the floor, leaning down his lips brushed hers then she spun out of his grasp again.

Then it was her turn to change the tides. She came back, this time following him. Her hands slid down his body, down the slick riveted muscles of his back and his ass as she slid down then back up again, her cheek brushing his crotch. He nearly flinched, this was starting to be too much. Her lips brushed his skin and her leg slid up his leg to hook around his waist as he dipped her back, her breasts pressed against his chest as their eyes locked and the music ended. It was then that they noticed the room temperature had jumped upwards, the sexual tension so great that neither of them could speak.

"AMAZING!" Isabella came in and they disentangled themselves from each other. "I think some of those things won't make it into the routine but… most of them will…" she called her hands and hugged him both.

"Yes… they should be great…" Yoruichi grinned and Kisuke nodded with Jushiro. Ichigo looked over at Rukia but her flushed face was looking in another direction… away from him.

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Hmmm…

Has the sexual tension finally risen enough that they are both aware of it…

Or is Rukia still trying to ignore it?

DUNNO!

If you want to know what song they were dancing to:

Salsa

Artist:

Slumber Party Girls

Shalan