8 - Dancing creature

She was leaning in on the in door balcony, watching all the shadowy bodies moving to the music on the dance floor down below.

Her blonde beaming friend was long gone. She spotted her on a corner, making out with some good looking, white haired guy.

At least one of us is having fun, she thought to herself. She surely wasn't. Not really.

And all the vultures around, offering drinks and trying to get her to dance with them, were starting to get really annoying. She let out a frustrated sigh, deciding to just call it a night and go home, when she saw her.

It was crowded down there, and the lights were faded, so it was hard to make out a face at first.

But her short blonde hair gave her away immediately in Michiru's mind. And the way she stood up from the rest, taller than all the other girls around her, and the way she was moving, in tune with the music, was hard to miss.

That, and the way she was swinging and waving her hips, white skin peeking out from the slits in her t-shirt at every move she made. And the way she would raise her arms every now and then, hands going trough short blonde locks in a seductive way, to then slowly go down to caress her own slender waist or to hang loosely from her own belt.

Her back arching and her hips rocking all the while.

She looked magical, and sensual. Almost like a vision. She looked free, and untamed, and wild. And incredibly sexy.

It's her, she thought to herself, contemplating her every move. She looks so beautiful, came the thought to her head, as she watched that perfectly white face, now blushed from the heat of the dance floor and from her own dancing. Her green eyes closed, looking like she had simply lost herself on her own little world as she danced.

And she did look beautiful, dancing down there, surrounded by all those strangers, but completely alone. Ignoring everything and anyone around her, waving and twisting her body in such a way, that Michiru wondered how that body would look, naked and under her.

Would she wave and twist and swing like she was doing right now? How would her face look like? Would she closed her eyes, like she was doing now? Or would she look at her, with those shinning eyes and that mischievous smile she had seen the other night?

Michiru blushed at her own thoughts. Dear God, I think I do need to get laid!, she scolded herself, when did I became such a perv?

But she couldn't help herself. That girl down there, that dancing creature, was simply too amazing for her to stop looking.

She saw some handsome man making his way to the dancing blonde, and then encircling one arm around her waist. And she saw her opening her eyes, smiling at him, to then simply turn away, stepping out of his grip, closing her eyes again. Completely ignoring him.

She was there to dance. And she was making her point as clear as water.

The lights kept on fading away, changing colors, giving the blonde a somewhat ethereal look. But when the light changed again, to a yellow, almost golden shade, Michiru's breath got caught on her throat.

Oh my God... Was it her? Was it her the Person coming to her dreams? Could it be?

Michiru frowned, her eyes still following the blonde's every move. That was not possible... was it? She had never recognized a dreamed person before. But that light... That golden light, reflecting on her short blonde locks, bathing her white skin in bronze.

I hardly know her, she said to herself.

Go and talk to her, another voice said in her head.

Great, now I'm arguing with myself!, she thought, frustrated.

She saw her turning around, one hand resting loosely on her head, the other moving up in the air, to the beat. Her slender, tall form still waving, her hips still rocking seductively.

And looking at her, with her blue eyes practically glued to her dancing curves, Michiru bit her lip. I did spend almost the entire week thinking about her...

It didn't even matter if she was the person in her dreams or not. Because, right then, Michiru realized there was just something about her. There was something about that tall blonde woman, and not just in the way she was dancing now, but in the way she walked, and in the way she talked. Or the way she played the piano, and teased her friends. There was just something, she couldn't quite named it, but something, that made Michiru drawn to her

She shook her head. This is crazy! I shouldn't have had that third tequila shot...

"Did it hurt?" a voice right behind her got her attention away from the dancing creature and her argument with herself, and she turned around to come face to face with a tall, black haired man. She couldn't tell if his eyes were gray or blue, but she didn't really care anyway.

"Excuse me?" she asked, frowning up at him.

"When you fell down from heaven" he said, smiling seductively at her "Did it hurt?"

Michiru rolled her eyes, choosing not to answer the lame, old pick up line, and simply turned around, leaving him behind.

She decided it was time to go back home. She wasn't really having fun anymore -even though watching that blonde dancing was quite the entertainment, but she was starting to feel like a real pervert-, and it was late already. So she made her way out of the club, looking for a cab to take her home.

"Why don't we go somewhere, you and I?" came another voice that made her turned around "You're alone, I'm alone too" the tall, muscular, bald guy standing next to her said "Let's share our time and make the best of it"

Michiru rolled her eyes again.

Was there a sign stuck to her forehead, inviting everyone to a party in her panties, and she wasn't aware of it?

"No, thank you" she answered, turning back around, and walking away.

"Come on, I promise you'll have a nice time" he insisted, taking her arm and making her turned around to face him again.

"Look, pal" she started "I'm not interested, ok?"

A sound coming from the car parked right next to her, signaling that the doors were now unlocked, made her looked at it in surprise, and she frowned. Was this guy dangerous? She was a few steps away from the club's entry door, she could scream...

"Is there a problem here?" came a deep, husky voice, right behind her.

Her heart jumped inside her, but she turned around anyway, knowing full well to whom that voice belonged to.