Peggy slid out of her shoes upon entering the penthouse she shared with Angie. Her hat and jacket joined Angie's on the coat rack, and her keys fell into a large bowl with her housemate's.
"Angie?" she called, but no one answered.
With a shrug, Peggy made her way towards the kitchen to ready a cup of tea. Before she'd quite made it, however, the soft sounds of music drifting through the house caught her attention.
The study, she realized when she followed the sound. Instinctually, she quieted her step as she approached the doorway, and her breath caught in her chest when she peered inside.
A record player filtered soft music through the room, the sole occupant twirling in time.
Angie's body swayed and bent to the music, a look somewhere between bliss and focus firmly set on her face. She moved with a certain grace Peggy had never seen about her, obvious in the way she held her herself.
The firm, but delicate line of her neck was made more apparent by the circle her arms weaved about her head. Angie's legs bent, her weight supported on her left as she extended the right and touched her toe to the hardwood floor. When she bent at the waist, it was with a slow deliberateness meant to draw attention to the ease of her flexibility. Her hand drew down her leg, fingertips brushing along the skin all the way to her ankles.
Angie raised her right hand and her body followed suit, the muscles in her back and abdomen working to give her a smooth ascension. The leg she had extended slid back as she raised herself until it was completely parallel with the other and she was on the tips of her toes, reaching for the sky.
A swoop of her arms. A sweep of her legs.
Angie lowered the tiniest bit and melted into a spin. The loose fabric of her skirt flared about, raising nearly to her hip and gifting Peggy with a generous glimpse of her dancer legs.
A moment later, and the aspiring actress spun directly into a crouch, a slow bloom following. Peggy marveled at the effortlessness she could see in her movements. She stared in awe at the line of muscle on her legs, arms, stomach, and back. The purposeful sensuality in each of the movements sent her blood racing…
Peggy stepped away from the doorway and blew a slow breath through pursed lips to calm herself. There was a time and a place for everything, she reminded herself, and interrupting Angie so diligently practicing for an audition was not it.
Next time… Peggy promised herself as she willed the electric feeling to leave her veins and the fluttering in her chest to cease. She forcibly turned away from the study and the woman dancing therein and headed for the kitchen. Next time, she reminded herself.