Page 39 of Natasha
Chapter 8
"You were amazing, Natasha."
Natasha paused when she'd been about to get out of her bed and turned back toward Silas' voice. It was early, not quite 6:00 am, and it was still dark out.
"You, too." Natasha gave him a playful peck on the lips, but when she started to move, Silas caught her hand, stopping her from leaving the bed.
"No, baby. Not that." Silas looked at her with a somber expression. "I mean, your dancing." He paused and shook his head. "I've never seen anything like that. Ever."
"That's kind of you to say. Thank you." She dipped her head. It pleased Natasha that she could put a look of awe on Silas' face; even if she didn't believe in her ability to command a stage beyond the classroom, at least she still had some effect on Silas.
"I'm not just being kind. It's the truth," Silas said. He made no move to let go of her arm, and she raised her eyes to his in question. "I wish you'd consider going back to dancing professionally."
Natasha snapped her mouth into a frown. "I don't think that's in the cards for me anymore," she said gently. She reached down and put a hand on his arm. "But thank you for thinking I could do it again."
"Iknowyou could do it again. You were so powerful last night. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. It was like you were a force of nature."
Natasha blew out a sigh at his words. Her mother had often called her that. "Well, storms always burn out in the end," she said quietly.
Silas lifted his hand and stroked her cheek. "I only want the best for you, baby."
"I know…" Natasha smiled weakly at him. "I just don't know what that is right now, and that's the problem."
Silas sat up straight in the bed, gathering her against his chest. "I'll help you figure it out."
Natasha closed her eyes and leaned her chin against his shoulder. "I know, Daddy."
It was easier to say out loud now. That one word rolled right off her tongue without hesitation, and she felt no shame in calling this man by that title. They stayed locked together for a few more minutes before Natasha slipped into the shower. Silas joined her, much to her chagrin. She knew her grandmother was most likely wondering where she was. There had never been a day where she had arrived at the school later than six, but a shower with Silas was worth the raised eyebrow her grandmother gave her when she strolled in minutes before her first class.
Luckily, she escaped questioning by the family matriarch. A new family was touring the school, and Natasha was able to excuse herself while her grandmother launched into her spiel about the long dancing history and pedigree of the school's ballerinas. Natasha moved through her day in a haze of giddiness over her night and morning with Silas. All it took was the slight twinge of soreness between her legs to throw her right back into her heated memories of their passionate lovemaking. It was a distracting day, and she was ready to dash out of the school after her last class. She was calculating how soon she could leave when she saw Silas' familiar form striding into the school. Her eyes went to his niece, Maddy, who was gathering her things.
Silas moved with athletic grace, except now, she intimately knew the strength his body hinted at, having felt it firsthand. She cleared her throat delicately and rubbed a hand over her face trying to hide her blush. She was steadfastly focused on zipping her hoodie and gathering her things when she heard Maddy's voice call out to her.
"Goodnight, Ms. Natasha!"
Natasha turned her head and gave the young girl a warm smile. "Goodnight, Madeline. You worked very hard in class today; you should be proud."
"Did she now?" Silas asked, coming to stand next to his niece, his blue eyes hot on Natasha.
Natasha nodded, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "She did. Tell him, Maddy."
"I learned how to grand jeté!" the young girl exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. She threw her arms around Silas and grinned up at him. "It's very hard. I think I deserve ice cream."
"Ahhhh," Silas laughed, leaning back to look at his niece. "And what do you think your mother would say about ice cream?"
"She doesn't have to know," Maddy said with a conspiratorial wink at her uncle.
Natasha laughed at the girl's reply and shrugged at Silas. "She has a point."
"Don't encourage her," Silas sighed. He ruffled Maddy's hair and coughed, his summer sky blue eyes intent on Natasha, and she bit her lip at the look. She knew he was remembering what she had been tortured by for the entire day of classes when his eyes darted to the back of the school where they'd made love the night before.
"Well, ah, Tash...er, Ms. Natasha," Silas winced and coughed, "goodnight."
Maddy huffed and put her hand in her uncle's. "It's okay to think she's pretty, you know," she told him.
Silas blushed.
Natasha clapped a hand over her lips to stop the laugh that almost burst from her.
