A/N: Thank you all for all you're reviews, faves, and watches. You all know who you are :D I am so sorry for taking so long to reply. I have been so busy with my senior year and other things that I really haven't had a lot of time. I hope you'll like this, and I hope it was worth the wait.

Present

"So did he leave you alone after that?" my daughter asked.

I nodded and then paused. "Well he did for a while. I mean there was a few times that he bothered us, but it wasn't anything major. Well it wasn't until after we left basic that it started up again. We did have a good time before that though."

"Oh what do you mean?" she asked.

"Well we had a few good moments in the camp and one good one out of the camp as well," I told her. "I'll tell you about it."

Sixteen Years Earlier

Everyone in the barracks was excited, well everyone except me. I was more nervous than anything. We had been allowed a few hours leave from the base to into the town, which actually meant the local bar. It would be a lot of dancing, drinking, and of course hooking up with women. This was potently problematic. One there was no way I was going to be hooking up with anyone for obvious reasons, two I was never much of a drinker, and three I've never danced before. You could say I had two left feet and a half. So yes I was beyond nervous, and really had no idea what to do. Not going was out of the question. It would give James a reason to start up his tormenting me about being gay, and there was no way I was going to let that peace stop. However if I started to dance with anyone it would be a big disaster. All I could hope is that no one would want to dance with me.

So there I was, lying on my bunk pretending to read my book. There was no way I could read it right now. I was too nervous, and there was too much commotion going on as well. It is sort of funny. I've seen many women run around, preparing for dates. They always obsessed about every little thing. Does my hair look okay? Does this dress make me look fat? Is my makeup just right, and does it cover up every little thing that might harm my appearance? Women do this because they want the guy to pay attention to them, to like them, to dance with them, and most importantly fall in love with them and live happily ever after till the end of their days. As I found out today, the process with men is quite the same. Does this uniform make me look good? Is my hair alright and the list goes on, however the motive is different. Men do this because they want the woman they've chose that night to be attracted to them, lay on the charm so that the woman really can't say no, and then head up to the hotel room for a quick shag. Course there are exceptions to this rule, as there are with the women, but most either fall into one category or the other. It is a rather frustrating problem for us women that has only gotten worse as time goes on. Women want love. Men want sex, and then they'll see if love can come after that. I had always wondered what guys did when preparing for dates, and now I know, I really wish I didn't. It was a little hard for me to sit there and not say anything. I've been on that end of obsessing to make myself look good for a guy. It's hard work and a tiring experience, and today I found out that it really means nothing to the people we try so hard to impress. They'd sleep with us no matter what as long as we looked half way decent and were willing. It highly disgusted me to see this, but I could say nothing, so I said nothing and continued on pretending to read my book. I was finally about to lose my patient and say something when Daniel plopped down beside me on my bunk.

"Antony why ain't you getting ready? Ain't you excited?" he asked me.

I made a show of looking over the edge of my book at him, looking as uninterested in the idea as possible (which wasn't hard). "No," I told him flatly and then looked back at my book again.

I didn't have it long before it was torn from my hands. I looked up at Daniel, clearly annoyed.

"Why not? We are goin' to be away from this place," he said gesturing at the barracks with his arm, "and we are goin' to get a chance to relax and dance with some pretty gals."

I almost sighed when he said that. Yes being away from here was a good thing, but dancing and girls was not. I almost didn't answer him, but he was seriously wanting an answer, so I gave him the simplest one I could find, and the one the closest to the truth as well. "One I'm saving myself remember and two," I paused pretending to be embarrassed, and then continued in a whisper, "I can't dance."

As expected he smiled and then started laughing. He was laughing hard for a few moments, and then started to calm down. He shook his head and then said, "We don't all expect you to get laid tonight. I won't be doing anything myself other than dancing. Also I can help you with the dancing problem."

I raised my eyebrow, curious on how he could possibly be able to help me with that. Finally he said, "Come with me, I'll teach you how."

My eyes went wide, I wasn't expecting that. I didn't have a chance to reply as he was already walking away. I quickly stood up and followed him. He didn't say anything and neither did I as he led me to a storage room. It wasn't one that was used often, well unless one of them had snuck a girl in, and it also locked from the inside. My curiosity was overflowing, and it only got worse when we were inside and then he locked the door.

"Okay that way no one will bother us," he said and then looked at me. "Now come here."

"And do bloody well what?" I asked him, still not quite understanding what was going on.

He just rolled his eyes and then walked over to me. "I'm going to teach you how to dance," he told me like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Now common, I'm not going to do anything to you."

I looked at him like he had two heads. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to be able to dance with him, and I hoped I could contain myself. Of course another problem is I had no idea what to do with my hands. Sensing my obvious confusion, he stepped closer to me and took control.

"Okay I'm goin' to first put you in the woman role, it'll be easier, and the dancing is quite the same except where the hands are at and who is leading," he told me.

I couldn't help but teasing him and a grin broke across my face. "Oh, and exactly how do you know they are the same? From experience?" I asked him.

He grinned back and said, "Oh shut up." It was meant to tell me off but with the grin it had little if no effect.

"Whatever you say sweet cheeks," I said still teasing him.

This time he punched me on the shoulder, it didn't hurt and it wasn't supposed to. Then he said, "Now seriously cut that out, and let me teach you." I nodded my consent and was still smiling of course. He was as well as he directed my hands to the right place. One hand found its way to his shoulder, the other to his hand. Then I felt his other hand wrap around my waist. This is when I almost panicked. I was clearly not built the same way as a man, and even though training had hardened my body, I was quite worried he would be able to tell the difference. If he did he never said anything though. He didn't even look like me being in his arms phased him. It did faze me though. Here I was, dancing for the first time with a guy. It was hard to contain myself to say the least. His body felt good pressed up against mine, and I could only hope that that would happen more often. Of course it wouldn't but a girl could dream right? Anyway he finally spoke and directed my attention away from his body and to his face. I looked up at him. It was sort of embarrassing, I was much shorter than him. I saw the grin go across my face, and knew I wouldn't like what was going to come out of his mouth.

"Ello gorgeous," he said teasingly. Under normal circumstances him calling me gorgeous would have been a good thing, however I was playing the part of a guy so it was not a good thing at all. I almost jerked my hand out of his and punched him, but he kept me from doing that. "Now let's get this started," he said normally, like he hadn't almost just gotten smacked a few moments ago. "Okay it's really quite simple. Just follow my lead, and listen to me count." Then he started to move, and I followed him. At first I was a little confused as to where to put my feet, and stepped on his a few times, but then I got to get the hang of it. I listened to him count 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 over and over again. It was simple and I did alright. He was actually really good at it, or as far as I could tell he was good at it. He smiled as he saw me get better, and then I saw him smirk. I knew he was coming up with something but didn't know what just yet. "You're doing really well," he told me still with that smirk on his face. "Actually it seems like its coming natural to you."

"You really think so?" I said and then was horribly surprised he dipped me down. I let out a surprised noise, and then clung to him. This was not a good thing. I began to hear him laughing, and looked at his face.

"Yeah I think so," he said while still laughing. I would have smacked him if I could, but if I did the only thing that would be supporting me would be his arms, which would probably drop me if I smacked him.

I settled for glaring at him instead, which of course only made him laugh more. "Put me right side up Daniel or I will do something horrible to you," I told him. I actually didn't mind being in his arms, but it had really surprised me, and also I needed to get out of his arms or I was going to do something stupid.

"Like what?" he asked still teasing me.

My eyes narrowed and I glared at him even more. "I know where you sleep Daniel," I told him threateningly. "I know where your private belongings are, and I have easy access to your food because I have KP duty this week. You do not want to push this."

While we were best friends in there and we always had each other's back, he knew when to stop. Also me having access to his food was really not a good thing in his brain at all. So he raised me up, still grinning all the while. "You really are good at dancing," he said and then once again smirked, "and you really fill the role well." He laughed again and then winked at me.

This time I didn't yell at him or threaten to smack him, I laughed along with him. Partly because it was funny but mostly because I knew why I filled the role so well. After we had calmed down I said, "Alright so is it my turn to take you around the room, eh storage closet?" We both laughed a little more and he nodded.

"Yeah come over here," he said. It looked like he was trying hard not to tease me. It wouldn't be long though. I walked over to him again, and he put my hands where they needed to be. This time mine found their way to his hand and around his waist, his to my hand and shoulder. It felt awkward and a lot less natural than it did the other way, and of course it did. "Alright now it's the same idea as we had before only this time you lead. I'll still count," he said.

"Alright," I said and then started to lead. This was much more difficult. It was awkward, and it didn't go as smoothly. I didn't step on his feet this time, and luckily I started to get better. I didn't try to dip him like he did me. We would have ended up top heavy, and I would have fallen on top of him. He seemed to realize this as well, and didn't say anything about it. We continued dancing for a few moments, and then once it was clear I had the general idea we stopped. I was reluctant to, and it almost seemed like he was as well.

"Alright you got it down, and you'll be fine," he said and then smirked again. "Now let's get you ready for some pretty gal that I'm sure will wanna dance with you."

I just smiled and shook my head. I followed behind him, and looked at him as we made our way back to the barracks. I knew he was teasing once again, but it sort of bothered me a little. It wasn't a girl I wanted to dance with, I would have been happy to stay here all night and just dance with him. Actually I wouldn't have mind dancing horizontally with him either. I blushed slightly and shook my head, trying to clear my head of those thoughts. It wasn't something I needed to think about, if I did it would cause problems for me later. First thing was first. I had to focus on what was going to go on tonight. I had a feeling I was not only going to be absolutely miserable, but jealous as well. How was I going to keep myself from punching the woman who was going to end up dancing with Daniel tonight? It was going to really be a test of resistance.

A/N: Like I said I am sorry that it has taken me so long to reply. I hoped you enjoyed this, and there is more to come do not worry. I'm not going to disappear just like that. You should be able to expect about two more chapters very soon. Sadly after these chapters are up I will not be able to reply until after graduation. It is truly crunch time for me, and I have a lot to do. Please reply, and tell me what you think of this chapter. I want to know you're all still out there, and I still need ideas. Thank you all for being so patience.