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They skated around each other, ahead, behind, next to, and together.
He currently had her in front of him, face to face with his hands on her hips as he skated forward and she skated backwards. She had a smile on face as her cheeks and the tip of her nose were pink from what he assumed to be a result of the cold. However, when he tested the thought out by making some fingers "accidently" graze her skin underneath her practice shirt, he saw that the light pink on her face became more prominent.
He withheld a grin, knowing that if she saw it, she'd break away from him.
"Why am I the one doing it backwards?"
"Practice," he said as one hand rested along her lower back and the other trailed up her right arm. He put some pressure on her back as he leaned over her, making her bend backwards. She nearly lost her balance, but his hands steadied her. "Lean your legs against mine and your skates along the insides of my feet."
She did as he instructed, though her cheeks burned when they came into more contact.
"Stay in this position," he murmured above her.
He did not wait for her confirmation. His head bent down to her collarbone and then languidly traveled down to her stomach, his forehead staying in contact with her. She stayed arched and had fluidly moved her arms in the air in what she hoped was a graceful manner. Her breath hitched when his hands, having been along her sides as his forehead rested on her stomach, now moved along her legs.
Swiftly, he pushed the back of her knees and made her bend them. She squeaked as she fell, but then his hands grasped hers before she hit the ice. He let her stay bent and then quickly pulled her up in front of him.
She was almost flushed against him, their hands and arms being the divider of full body contact. He looked at her face again, made contact with her eyes and then his hands—still connected with hers—pushed her away from his body and lightly pulled down. She bent her knees as the weight of his hands pushed her down and she was going under his legs.
He let go of her hands, smoothly turned around and watched as she righted herself.
Without missing a beat, he grabbed her hands again, did the motion of bringing her close, then swinging her down and under, letting go and then almost immediately grabbing her hands when she was up again.
As she was getting used to the motion, she realized that it reminded her of certain types of dances that had the follower swinging between the leader's legs, thrown up in the air and sometimes rotated around the waist or about the shoulders.
Is he teaching me some ice dancing moves?
She beamed at him when he grabbed her hands again. He saw the smile on her face and it made him change his mind about repeating the move. This time, when he pushed her away, he kept her at arm's length. She waited for the next move and was puzzled when it didn't come. Instead, she felt a light pull on her left hand as he turned around, and around, and around…
She rapidly blinked, but then laughed when she realized that they were spinning in circles.
His usually impassive face seemed less severe and his eyes were a lighter hue of grey.
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AN: Saw some ice dancing, especially from the Winter Olympics. It's just amazing what they can do on the ice!