Post by thatcrazyharryfan on May 19, 2007 14:30:55 GMT -5
Hey guys! This is my first fic on this site so if I am doing something wrong please let me know!!! I know this dance happened a while ago, but I am just getting around to posting it!
P.S. I am giving this story the highest rating you can give on this site. So be warned! This is also a Julianne/Apolo fic.
The woman’s bedroom dance. That’s how someone described the rumba to me, and let’s just say I’m a little worried about doing that dance this week. Not just because last week we got a perfect score with our Samba, no it’s much more complicated then that. It seems that I am beginning to harbor more then “brotherly” feelings for Julianne, my dance partner.
I’m not going to lie it was pretty awkward without her brother Derek on the scene. He’s a great dancer; I’m not going to lie but with him watching while I was practicing a “woman’s bedroom” dance with his engaged sister, oh gosh. But somehow I got through it and the next day we began to finish us learning the dance, most particularly, the part where I am supposed to sit in the chair and grind Julianne’s hips around. Well that about did it for this speed skater. Her bright blue eyes stared intently into mine with the combination of a sheer line of sweat on her face and bare arms, with just a hint of a floral perfume that was distinctly Julianne. I felt something stirring and the blood was pounding and if I didn’t get out of there quick I was about to embarrass both of us. I gently pushed her away and made some comment about going to the bathroom. Practically jogging I locked the door behind me. I splashed cool water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror in disgust. Taking deep breaths I declared myself fine and decided to go back out and face the music. I wasn’t playing actor nearly as well as she thought I was, it was all genuine.
The next morning my alarm clock rang shrilly and I groaned rolling out of bed. Another day trying to mask my true emotions. I ran my hand through my hair and pulled on some clothes thinking how screwed I really was. I had never felt these extreme feelings toward a woman before. Sure I have had girlfriends before, but they never lasted with my busy schedule, but I was going to make time for Julianne. If only she’d let me.
After practicing for a full day the sun had set in the studio and Julianne showed no signs of quitting for the night, and I wasn’t about to say no to her. We were working on that chair part again when all time seemed to slow down. Her eyes were penetrating into mine and seemed to be searching for some type of emotion. We were frozen in mid pose her arms wrapped around my neck and I felt myself loosing it. The short distance closed and suddenly I felt myself kissing Julianne. I felt a tongue probe for entrance and I obliged adjusting to let her saddle me more comfortably. The kiss became more passionate and I felt her small hands moving under my shirt.
“Oh my God,” Julianne exclaimed jumping off of me. “Apolo, oh God. I’m so sorry.”
She ran from the studio leaving me feeling more ashamed then I have ever felt in my life, I covered my face with my hands and felt hot tears run down my face. What had I done? I could only imagine what she thought of me now. I quietly packed up all of our stuff into our respective bags and left a short note saying that if she still wanted to see me that I would see her tomorrow at ten a.m. I left it on the top of her bag and walked out of the studio. When I passed the bathroom I heard silent crying from inside. My heart ripped in two knowing that I caused her that pain and I wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted to see me again. I had kissed an engaged woman! I quietly walked from the studio feeling worse then I had ever felt in my whole life.
She was there the next day and said she was just caught up in the moment, but I both knew she was lying. We had felt something that night and the song we were performing to was becoming more and more fitting as we tried to pretend that nothing was wrong. I saw the subconscious glances she sent me out of the corner of my eye and caught myself doing the same thing.
When we performed the next night I am sure we both felt more emotions then the usual nervousness and excitement. Underneath it all there was love and attraction and I knew that our dances would never be the same again.
End.
Sorry, that kind of landed on a sad note. Please let me know what you think, this is my first Apolo/ Julianne story so please me nice!
P.S. I am giving this story the highest rating you can give on this site. So be warned! This is also a Julianne/Apolo fic.
The woman’s bedroom dance. That’s how someone described the rumba to me, and let’s just say I’m a little worried about doing that dance this week. Not just because last week we got a perfect score with our Samba, no it’s much more complicated then that. It seems that I am beginning to harbor more then “brotherly” feelings for Julianne, my dance partner.
I’m not going to lie it was pretty awkward without her brother Derek on the scene. He’s a great dancer; I’m not going to lie but with him watching while I was practicing a “woman’s bedroom” dance with his engaged sister, oh gosh. But somehow I got through it and the next day we began to finish us learning the dance, most particularly, the part where I am supposed to sit in the chair and grind Julianne’s hips around. Well that about did it for this speed skater. Her bright blue eyes stared intently into mine with the combination of a sheer line of sweat on her face and bare arms, with just a hint of a floral perfume that was distinctly Julianne. I felt something stirring and the blood was pounding and if I didn’t get out of there quick I was about to embarrass both of us. I gently pushed her away and made some comment about going to the bathroom. Practically jogging I locked the door behind me. I splashed cool water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror in disgust. Taking deep breaths I declared myself fine and decided to go back out and face the music. I wasn’t playing actor nearly as well as she thought I was, it was all genuine.
The next morning my alarm clock rang shrilly and I groaned rolling out of bed. Another day trying to mask my true emotions. I ran my hand through my hair and pulled on some clothes thinking how screwed I really was. I had never felt these extreme feelings toward a woman before. Sure I have had girlfriends before, but they never lasted with my busy schedule, but I was going to make time for Julianne. If only she’d let me.
After practicing for a full day the sun had set in the studio and Julianne showed no signs of quitting for the night, and I wasn’t about to say no to her. We were working on that chair part again when all time seemed to slow down. Her eyes were penetrating into mine and seemed to be searching for some type of emotion. We were frozen in mid pose her arms wrapped around my neck and I felt myself loosing it. The short distance closed and suddenly I felt myself kissing Julianne. I felt a tongue probe for entrance and I obliged adjusting to let her saddle me more comfortably. The kiss became more passionate and I felt her small hands moving under my shirt.
“Oh my God,” Julianne exclaimed jumping off of me. “Apolo, oh God. I’m so sorry.”
She ran from the studio leaving me feeling more ashamed then I have ever felt in my life, I covered my face with my hands and felt hot tears run down my face. What had I done? I could only imagine what she thought of me now. I quietly packed up all of our stuff into our respective bags and left a short note saying that if she still wanted to see me that I would see her tomorrow at ten a.m. I left it on the top of her bag and walked out of the studio. When I passed the bathroom I heard silent crying from inside. My heart ripped in two knowing that I caused her that pain and I wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted to see me again. I had kissed an engaged woman! I quietly walked from the studio feeling worse then I had ever felt in my whole life.
She was there the next day and said she was just caught up in the moment, but I both knew she was lying. We had felt something that night and the song we were performing to was becoming more and more fitting as we tried to pretend that nothing was wrong. I saw the subconscious glances she sent me out of the corner of my eye and caught myself doing the same thing.
When we performed the next night I am sure we both felt more emotions then the usual nervousness and excitement. Underneath it all there was love and attraction and I knew that our dances would never be the same again.
End.
Sorry, that kind of landed on a sad note. Please let me know what you think, this is my first Apolo/ Julianne story so please me nice!
