Page 14 of Sugarplum

Chance laughed and gave her a slice. They then turned their attention back to the meeting which, fortunately for them both, only lasted another twenty minutes. When they were done only a few went up to them and asked about their relationship but both Chace and Julie made it a point to shrug them off and ignore the inquiries. There was already too much drama in their lives and the meddling of batch mates they didn’t really care for didn’t fit into their ideal day.

Things didn’t really settle down until they were back in the car and Julie buckled up as Chace started the car.

“I don’t want to go home yet,” Julie told him outright. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach right about now and she stared at him with big, puppy eyes.

He looked back at her and she saw his chest collapse as his heart melted in the shape of her love. “I don’t want to take you home either. Want to hang at my place?”

“Same apartment?”

“No, I moved to a new joint closer to town,” he answered and wagged his finger in a circle, as if pointing to a direction but not really. “It’s a lot better than the old one.”

Julie scoffed. The car started to move and soon enough they were on the highway. “It can’t possibly be that good. I haven’t been there yet.”

“Let’s change that then. It’s time we bless the ol’ apartment with our love. Maybe we can also get started planning our dance for the party. Want to go with something modern or let’s just stick to something traditional?”

“Will the chicken dance do fine?” Julie wasn’t so hot on dancing. Melissa was but it wasn’t like she could just exchange places with Mel on this one.

Chace laughed but he shook his head. “Let’s show them what we can do. I know you got some moves.”

“Yeah, in the bedroom but I don’t think a reverse cowgirl will be appealing for our Christmas reunion party,” Julie answered. She looked out the window and asked. “Can we stick away from modern dances? I don’t want to do the skanky leg in front of our batch mates. How about we do something simple?”

“Tango? Cha-cha?”

Julie tried to weigh the options but they all seemed the same. She scrunched up her face and stared back at Chace with a melancholic resignation. “Is there any difference? Just pick one and let’s get started with it. I can’t even believe we’re doing this.”

“While I do want to hide in a closet somewhere off the edge of the planet so I can keep you to myself, I know we have to do this thing called ‘interacting’ with the lesser species,” Chace said dryly. “We have to blend in with the herd sometimes, Jules.”

Julie laughed and punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Well, what do we do now?”

“I thought we’re heading to the house?” Chace asked. “Unless, of course, if you’ve got any other idea where we can screw around like rabbits and dance like idiots.”

“That is oddly the most romantic thing I’ve ever hear you say, Chace Matthews,” Julie remarked with an astonished look on her face. She raised a finger in question and followed-up on her statement. “And the answer is no, I don’t know any other place we can screw around like horny rabbits and dance like those failed celebrities on Dancing with the Stars. I have a feeling Tyrese Gibson is heading that way.”

Chace’s face twisted with confusion. “I don’t get it.”

“Never mind,” Julie shrugged it off. “Anyhoo, Cha-cha or Tango?”

“Didn’t I ask that same question earlier?”

Julie shoved a finger at his face. “Nuh-uh, I’m the only one with the legal authority here to ask the questions and impose impossible or improbable demands. Maybe.”

Chace chuckled but he kept his eyes on the road, no matter how tempted he was to give Julie another look with his ever-hungry stare of lust and desire. “Tango has a lot more flair but it’s also very difficult. Cha-cha can seem easier but it requires a lot of energy for even the simplest of steps.”

“Let’s go with Cha-cha,” Julie decided. “I need to move my ass if I want to shed some weight.”

“But I like how you are, Jules,” Chace commented.

“Oh sweetie, I know you do but the lingerie I saw at the mall likes me too,” Julie answered with a sly smile. “I’m quite compatible with you but I’d love to be compatible with it too. The dark red and black colors just work with me.”

Chace laughed and then took the car down another turn. “Is it safe to assume the lingerie you want to fit into is red and black too?”

Julie let out a naughty little growl and turned to him. “Maybe.”

He let go of the steering wheel with one hand and reached down for her leg. Before Julie even realized what was happening she found herself drowning in the waterfall of ecstasy that engulfed her from head to toe. It was like his touch was magic and it sent electric jolts throughout every inch of her body.

The electric connection between them was getting unbearable. Julie could feel the tension in her legs and before she knew it she was trembling with anticipation. With each tap of his fingers on her skin she felt like her heart would stop beating. Her lips parted and she felt the breath escape her grip. Her chest heaved heavily as her eyes drew downward, eagerly awaiting for Chace to push through with his move.

“Chace,” she muttered under a soft moan. “Fuck, drive faster – drive faster!”

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