Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Piccolo's Embrace ❯ pas de Deux ( Chapter 2 )

The room was large. Alaura liked spaciousness and had decided to rent a house with the largest possible livingroom that her money could buy. She was what people would a 'trust baby', meaning that she was weathy through the money saved up and put into trust funds for her by her parents and grandparents.

She had a desire for peace at times as well, and instead of buying a huge mansion of a place in the richest part of town, surrounded on all sides by those silver spoon type of people, she had had a medium sized house built for herself outside of town, surrounded on all sides by thick forest. She enjoyed the stillness of the wilderness at night and early morning, when all she heard were the birth calling and wind through the trees. It soothed her soul.

The living room's cherrywood and cream-colored furniture had been shoved against the walls and the large circular area rug rolled up against the sofa and loveseat. The two end tables and lamps had been pushed to the sides as well, though the lamps, with silvery rounded bases and white shades, had been left plugged in and case a soft glow about the room.

Alaura stood in her leotard. It didn't fit her quite as well as it used to, she hadn't practiced her dance steps and routines in almost three years, but she was surprised that she could at least pull it on. It was too tight around her hips and breasts, but that was to be expected, after all, when she first wore it, she'd a teenager just coming into her womanhood. She could still move, though, and that was all that matters.

Piccolo watched her as she stretched gracefully and stood on pointe to do a few steps. She did a series of pliers and and going into a pirouette as she stepped elegantly in a fast movement across the floor, spinning faster and faster as he watched. She came to a stop near to where he stood and bent herself into an arabesque pose, standing on one leg with the other extended out behind her, she leaned down and grinned at him from under the leg she held up; "Not bad for someone who's hung up her toe shoes three years ago, huh, Green?"

"Not bad at all." He said, "Is this what you're going to teach me? This kind of dancing?"

She giggled, crossed her arms over her the chest of her low-cut black uniform and said; "No. I'm just using this to warm up my muscles. We'll be doing some much easier dances, My Love. Though a pas de Deux would be interesting. " She added with a special gleam in her eyes.

Piccolo would never stop learning something new about her, he thought, as she crossed the room in a move called a chassé where one foot slid across the floor to meet her other and she repeated the step until she was at the stereo in the corner. He hadn't known, beforehand, that she was a dancer. Though that would account for her gracefulness.

Bending down, she opened the cabinet beneath and selected a recond. His eyes widened as he realized that she did not keep any c.ds, just old fashioned vinyl reconds that most would say were too out of date to play. She placed it on the turn table and held the recond player's needle poised above it for a moment before letting it drop carefully.

"Here we go." She said, as she pushed the button and music from the speakers she had placed all around the room, boomed into the room. It was a waltz, Piccolo recognized. She seemed to float across the room towards him and took his hands in her own.

"This is the easiest dance to learn." She said, showing him how to hold her, "It's also the most basis. Once you know how to waltz, everything else will be pie."

It took a few tries before he stopped stepping on her toes. "Piccolo." She said, gravely, with emotion, placing her hand on his chest, "You can't just follow me, you have to feel the music. Feel the dance. In here."

"Close your eyes." She commanded, "Breath. Can you feel it? The beat of the music becomes the beat of your heart. Now, try again. No. Keep your eyes closed. Use your inner senses, not just your eyes and ears."

He did as she said and felt a change come over him. He couldn't explain it, but it felt as everything around him had vanished and he was left with just the music and the woman in his arms. Nothing else mattered. The feeling coursed through his entire body and he realized that he could do this. With renewed confidance, he stepped across the floor in short circles with her as she smiled up at him.

Soon, the music had ceased and the needle had found it's way back onto it's base. Piccolo was staring down into Alaura's light blue eyes and still dancing with her. He heard the music in his head and heart and did not need to hear it with his ears any longer. After a moment, Alaura pushed herself away from him, he stopped and stood in the center of the room, an expression of expectation and pleasant surprise on his face as she twirled about and ran into his arms. She leapt up just a bit so that he had to catch her before she knocked him off balance, his hands under her buttocks, holding her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Not bad, Green." She whispered in his ear before kissing him soundly, "Not bad at all."

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