Soooo sorry I fell of the face of the earth for like three weeks. Finals were hard and then I've been trying to adjust to living with my family and work and my online class. I promise that I wanted to keep writing!
To make up for my absence and the lack of Jack in the last chapter, I have written a much needed Jelsa moment. Warning (both good and bad), sexy, passionate makeout session ahead. I mean, this fic isn't rated T for nothing ;D
Disclaimer: My displacement across the country had inhibited my ability to plan my takeover mission... so I still don't own Dreamworks or Disney or any of their characters!
Elsa practically danced off the stage, thrilled at how well her solo had gone.
"Princess!"
She turned to see Jack walking toward her backstage. Elsa grinned, and then ran at him, jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. Jack was off-balanced for a moment, but then adjusted to the weight of the petite blonde who had jumped on him. Her hands threaded into his hair and he leaned his forehead against hers, grinning.
"You rocked it, love. Seriously, the best dance I've seen tonight."
Elsa's eyes danced at the compliment, her grin growing wider. She felt on top of the world! An amazing dance, an amazing boyfriend, and they were so gonna win and go to Rome for the world competition!
Still in his arms, she kissed him, passionately pressing her lips to his, not caring anymore about being 'public.' Jack's eyes widened at the embrace, then melted into it, his hands tightening on her back. One hand slipped fully around her waist, tightening her against him and holding her up, and the other came up to caress her cheek.
"Get a room, you two!" Meg's voice cried out, interrupting their embrace.
"I got it!" Giselle squealed, waving her phone around, having just taken a picture.
Elsa blushed, realizing how intimate they were being. Jack grinned devilishly at her, but set her down, both feet delicately brushing the ground. He still held her close, wanting to maintain the contact.
The rest of the crew enveloped them, patting Elsa on the back and congratulating her. Giselle had already posted the video on their Facebook page, thrilled at the positive comments and the amount of 'likes' it was already getting.
"Come on, we gotta finish watching the rest of the dances, and then let's go get dessert somewhere to celebrate!" Marty ushered them all back into the auditorium.
Jack put his hand in Elsa's, intertwining their fingers, "You guys go ahead, I'm gonna take this one out for a little while," then turning to Elsa, "if that's okay with you, of course."
Elsa just grinned and nodded, too excited to speak and still out of breath from the dance and her and Jack's mini make out session.
He pulled her out the back stage exit door, with the snarky comments of their teammates following them. Jack looked down at their entwined hands and then grinned at the laughter and happiness in Elsa's eyes. The cold air kissed their faces and they darted across the grounds, taking a shortcut to the main hotel building.
Jack held the door open for her, "Let's go get our jackets before we head out. How hungry are you?"
Elsa nodded, "I could go for a snack or dessert."
They both looked at each other, before Jack broke out in a grin. "Fries and milkshakes?"
Elsa laughed at his ability to read her mind, "Done."
The pair giggled all the way to the elevator, ducking into an empty one to take them up to their floor.
The doors slid shut, and Jack immediately pinned Elsa against the wall, one hand tangling in her hair and the other flirting with her lower waist. His mouth dropped to her lower jaw, peppering kisses along it up her jaw line toward her ear. His breath tickled her lower lobe, followed by his mouth as he tenderly nibbled.
Elsa groaned. He knew her weak spot so well. "Jack, we shouldn't . . . someone could walk . . ." She was cut off by his mouth on hers, his lips seeking. He tilted his head, deepening their kiss, and nibbled on her lower lip. Her fingers were burning into his chest as they trailed up and tangled into his hair, pulling him closer.
The ding of the elevator startled them out of their embrace and they sprung apart, both laughing when they realized they were just at their floor and there was no one there. Jack draped his arm around Elsa's waist and dropped a kiss on the top of her hair as they left the elevator.
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Meg stalked out to the garden, pulling her jacket tighter around her. She had turned down hanging out with the rest of the crew in exchange for some much needed alone time.
She smiled, still in shock that their crew had somehow managed to be in second place overall after the two days. We are totally going to Nationals.
But they had come in second to the Demigods. Achilles had smirked at her after and Helen blew them a kiss. She knew they were doing it just to spite them, but it still had not put a damper on her mood. They were going to beat them tomorrow! Either that, or beat them in Nationals.
Meg sat down on the fountain, fiddling with her phone. I haven't just danced for fun in ages. It has always been for competition.
With a few taps, music came blowing out of the tiny speakers of her phone.
She took a few steps away, allowing the deep hip-hop beat to wash over her. This is what she lived for.
Let me work it, work work it.
The remix washed over her and threw herself in the dance, full-forced. She popped and pushed, alternating between high and low. She pushed her limits, digging into the heavy hip-hop moves she only used every so often.
The rap lyrics broke through the heavy remix.
I'd like to get to know ya so I could show ya
Put the pussy on ya like I told ya
She stepped to both sides, then popped to the left. She scooped down, using the momentum of her leg in the air to turn her around. She popped her chest and then embraced herself.
Gimme all your numbers so I could phone ya
Your girl actin' stank then call me over
She brought her arm across, complimenting it with some footwork, mimicking a phone call and finishing it off with a body roll.
See my hips and my tips, don't ya
See my ass and my lips, don't ya
She scooped up, jumping with both feet, and then planted, twisting her hips in time to the music. She popped both hands out, walking to the side, then brought her hips around to both sides.
Lost a few pounds and my whips for ya
This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta
Meg stepped to both sides, and then dropped her butt to the ground. She popped her right leg out, and then countered, bringing her body up to the left and shook it back down to the right.
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
The remix took back over, and she allowed the beat to wash over her, moving in time. She alternated slow, sexy movements with fast footwork.
This the kinda beat that go
She danced the rest of the music out and hit the end of the music with a traditional pose.
Suddenly, she sensed a presence behind her. She turned quickly, catching a stunned looking Hercules behind her. His jaw was hanging, eyes wide.
"How long have you been standing there?" Meg snapped.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to get his wits about him. "Uh… for…" he stuttered. Then he blurted, "Holy shit! You're so good!"
She tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Well, duh. I didn't make it onto the crew last year as a freshman for nothing."
Hercules took a couple steps forward, approaching her carefully. "I'm sorry for intruding, but I just wanted another chance to talk to you and caught you dancing. But seriously, you could out dance anyone at our school by yourself."
Meg rolled her eyes, "Now you see why I'm so pissed your precious Demigods are winning." She sank down on the fountain, crossing her legs and leaning back to look up at him. "You guys win with fancy tricks and fake dancing. The foot work sucks and it's all the same six moves."
Hercules took this as an invitation and sat next to her. "Achilles is more show and less about moves. I kinda struggle with it myself, as I was more classically trained. I've seen and danced all the different styles."
"Then why don't you do something? I wouldn't mind being beat if there was actually some quality dance."
Hercules shrugged, "I'm the lowest on the totem poll. I just follow what everyone else does and jump when they say to jump. Besides, Achilles has full reign over the team."
Meg tensed her hands together and looked into her laps, "Yea, I know how much of an asshole he is."
He immediately sensed the tension and change in her normally confident and sultry demeanor. He let his hand slip into her space, hesitating a couple times, and then placed it over her hands in her lap. His hand dwarfed both of hers considerably. "Meg, did he hurt you?"
Meg recoiled, pushing his hand of hers and scooting further away. "What the hell makes you think you can do that, or even ask something like that." She scoffed, "Like you really care. He probably just told you to see if I still pining after him."
Hercules pursed, scootching closer to her, "Meg, I promise that I have no malicious intent. I've seen how he treats women and it wouldn't surprise me if he has hurt you. He doesn't know that I've even talked to you. Please, I just want to make sure you're okay."
She rolled her eyes. "You and your 'save the damsel in distress' complex. I don't need you to pity me or worry about my well-being. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself."
Hercules turned, facing forward, contemplating. She sighed, thinking that he had finally dropped it.
After a few moments of silence, his voice broke through the night. "Then dance with me."
Meg looked at him, "Excuse me?"
He shrugged, still not facing her, "You were obviously dancing to relieve some emotion. I know how it is. So dance with me; let me help in some way."
Meg just stared at him, one eyebrow raised. "You're serious?"
Hercules whipped out his phone. "Do you know how to Jive?"
"Wait, no, I'm not dancing with you!'
He gave her a look, almost matching her normal sultry gaze, "Yes, you are."
The music started, the familiar tune washing over her. Hercules stepped in front of her. "Come on, I'll show you the basics of swing and jive."
My name is Olly, nice to meet you, can I tell you baby
Look around there's a whole lot of pretty ladies
But none like you, you shine so bright, yeah
She watched as he demonstrated the familiar basic swing step, and then went into the traditional jive kicks.
I was wondering if you and me could spend a minute
On the floor, up and close, getting lost in it
I won't give up without a fight
She couldn't help smiling at his enthusiasm and the talent he possessed. She hadn't seen him dance this style yet and she was pleased. She found herself actually watching to learn and seeing how she could fit into the dance. On the last line, his hand came forward and brushed her cheek, and her eyes met his. He then pointed down at his feet, telling her to watch them.
I just wanna, oh baby
With his right foot, he kicked forward twice, then to the side twice, then forward, side, forward, finishing the combination with a fancy jump, and then repeated the same with his other foot.
I just want you to dance with me tonight
He kicked to the right side, first low, then higher, then highest, bringing his arms up on the third one and sweeping his leg around to the back, doing a traditional ball-change. He then repeated with his left foot.
So come on, oh baby
I just want you to dance with me tonight
He repeated the whole sequence again, watching for the recognition in Meg's eyes, seeing that she understood and could repeat it.
We're getting sweaty, hot and heavy in the crowd now
I loosen up and let your hands go down, down
But go with it girl, yeah just close your eyes, yeah
He reached down, grabbing her by both hands, and pulled her to him, bringing her into the basic swing step. After a few reputations, he tried spinning her, thrilled that she picked up the move so quickly.
I feel the music moving thorough your body
And looking at you I can tell you want me
Don't stop, keep going till the morning light, yea
He tried a different pass, spinning her out and back in, and then tucking her under his arms. Meg couldn't help but grin. Swing was such a blast!
When I saw you there, sitting all alone in the dark acting like You didn't have a care
He let her out of hold, demonstrating to shake to the right and back to the left, starting to bring her into the traditional jive.
I knew right then, that you'd be mine, and we'd be dancing the whole damn night like
They both struck a pose, and then another, and then shook it back together. Hercules looked at her and mouthed, "are you ready?"
Oh, baby,
I just want you to dance with me tonight
So come on, oh baby,
I just want you to dance with me tonight
They both went into the sequence he had demonstrated earlier, Meg thrilled that she was able to nail it. Hercules laughed at her infectious grin, glad that she was enjoying herself.
Break it down now, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shake it like that, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Now bring it all back, to dance with me tonight
He grabbed her hand and pulled her back toward him, using her momentum to go into jive passes. "Just go with the flow!" he said over the music.
One more time, one more time, come on now, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Do your thing, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Everybody sing, I just want you to dance with me tonight
She didn't have a chance to think otherwise, letting him lead her and smiling at the upbeat music.
I just wanna, oh baby,
I just want you to dance with me tonight
Everybody, everybody come on now
They went back into the jive flick sequence, smiling and laughing at each other. This time, Hercules kept a hold on her hand and watched her throw her head back and laugh to the night sky.
Girl, just close your eyes
We can dance all through the night,
I just want you to dance with me tonight
And everybody sing
Girl just close your eyes,
We can dance all through the night
I just want you to dance with me tonight
They finished the sequence, the music ending. Hercules spun her into his arms, looking down at her smiling face and laughing eyes.
Meg was breathing hard from the taxing moves of the dance, but she didn't break his hold. She allowed him to keep her close and relished in the breeze that kissed her skin.
Now freeze! Pull up youtube, and search "Work it Megan Batoon" This is the choreo that Meg does! I choose to do the remix in the music video of the song, Work it by Missy Elliot. I don't reccomend listening to the full song or looking up the words if you are faint of heart. The words are a but much...
The jive is "Dance with me tonight" by Olly Murs. I kinda choreographed this one myself, but if you want an idea of the inspiration or the style of the dance, search for "Dear future husband dwts" and watch the first video. I love Val and Rumer, they do a fantastic job :D
Thank you all for the encouraging reviews! I'm gonna opt to not reply to them today so I can get this out asap and start working on the next chapter.
Love you all! Sorry for the wait.
xoxoxo,
Siren