metamorphosis

Title: dirty dancing made dirty
Characters: Soul, Maka
Rating: PG-13

Written for my friend, Sky. Jerk. Not sure what I'm doing with shit like this, but it warrants being posted.

it was all too much.

the feeling of her against him--- the rough fabric of her skirt between his fingertips, smooth skin beneath, the music blaring and sweat starting to catch between them, shallow breaths in sync and a feeling of total elation--

definitely too much, with her wild eyes and wild hands, grinding against him and fingers tangling in his hair, head tilted back and on his shoulder. his hands lift her skirt, fingernails dragging slowly, slipping up her hips and waist, resting there to bring it around in a circle, breath fresh against her ear and damn it's surprising to him how well she handles this, how well she can dance for a girl who couldn't dance, how well she can let the music flow and run through her, matching in perfect time and perfect pitch. this is what dancing was about - fuck your formals and your balls - this what it was, rough and free and letting your feelings take over, let them run wild with the beat, just like in music. she twirls and presses against him, smiles like a booksmart devil, and arches back with a throaty laugh.

and she had never looked more beautiful.

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