“Come on,” he told her. “It’s fun.”
She gave him an uncertain smile and then began to move.
Tiago watch in awe.
Alexis was an undeniably beautiful Terran. She was graceful, strong, and nicely dressed. And she was copying the movements of the dancers on the hologram almost precisely.
But somehow, everything about it was wrong.
It was like he had gone to a Vystian rock concert and was watching the Upper Arkadian Philharmonic Orchestra perform all the songs.
Alexis was hitting all the notes, but it was a recital instead of a rebellion.
“What?” she asked, noticing him looking over.
“It’s just… I’ve never seen anyone dance like that,” he said.
“Why did I not get a point for that?” she asked, frowning at the lit floor tile she had just touched.
“Relax a little,” he suggested.
“What are you talking about?” she asked him.
“When you dance, it’s all about following the rules, isn’t it?” he asked her.
She nodded.
“This kind of dancing isn’t about that at all,” he said.
“What’s it about?” she asked.
“I’m not a hundred percent sure,” he admitted. “I just know there’s a feeling to it - a feeling of being relaxed and having fun.”
“I’m having fun,” she said defensively.
He managed not to chuckle.
“Come here,” he told her. “I’ll help you.”
“We’re competing,” she said suspiciously.
“It’s not a fair fight if we don’t both know the rules,” he told her.
She moved toward him, and he was mesmerized by the sensuality of her movement. When she wasn’t thinking about dancing, she was so incredibly sexy.
“Now what?” she asked when she stood in front of him, inches away.
“Put your hands on me,” he told her. “One on my chest, one on my hip.”
She tentatively placed her hands where he said.
Her open palm was warm against his chest. And something about her hand clenching his hip had him envisioning so many things he would like to do to her.
He placed his hands over hers and began to move gently to the music.
“See how the rhythm dictates my movement?” he asked her.
“Your hips are moving around a lot,” she noticed.