~~Touch my butt~~
Maybe the best dancer in the world was Spain, and with the stuffy Austrian's annual ball coming up, (Name) needed all the help she could get.
"So let's try from the top, querida." The Spanish man grabbed her hand gently and (Name) placed her other hand on his shoulder. His large right hand encompassed most of her left side, but it was comfortable, "One, two, three~"
It's not that (Name) was a bad dancer, it really wasn't, it's that whatever dance she did the paso doble, the rumba, the tango, Antonio's hand always found its way down to the curve of her lower back, and almost to her butt. Just as it would try to go the last few inches, (Name) would slip, trip or fall.
Every time.
The music finished with a dramatic guitar strum, and both dancers struck a pose.
(Name) breathed out hard once she was pulled from the dip, and spent a few moments catching her breath.
"You know, I think I'm better when I dance with you (Name)~," Spain began, "Come to the ball with me? We'll knock the others off their feet!" His charming smile disarmed (Name) and she quickly agreed.
A fast paced paso doble began and all the nations cleared the dance floor, expecting Spain and whatever prodigy from his country he had brought this time, but there were surprised murmurs when you floated next to him onto the floor.
When you clashed together, his hands made a much faster trek to your butt, and rested there. You both snapped into a position, Antonio's masculine and yours very gentle, draped over him like a cape. Your head was tilted just enough for you to hear
"Now everyone knows you belong to me, princessa."
~~You're mine.~~