Dream Dancing *one shot*

“Cut!” the director shouted and everyone on the set broke into applause.

Squall accepted the towel that one of the crew handed and wiped his sweaty forehead. The last day of Dream Dancer shoot and he was happy that his debut movie had finally wrapped. Squall had a lot of expectations for this movie.

“It’s a wrap?” a teasing female voice made him turn around and he grinned when he saw his girlfriend Rinoa standing there. She smiled back as he nodded.
“It’s a wrap.”

“Good, let celebrate tonight.”

“Lets,” he replied, still grinning.

“My place? I’ll cook dinner.”

“Okay.”

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Squall Leonheart and Rinoa Heartily have been dating for the past six years ever since they were paired together by their coach in their first professional dance competition back when they were still in their teens. Maybe it was the love for dance that brought them together, maybe it was the fact that they had to trust their bodies completely to one another, but what ever the reason, the attraction had been mutual.

They were both shy in voicing out their feelings to one another initially but long nights of practise in the studio soon sparked the relationship. Squall remembered exactly when did it happen. He had returned to the studio one night because he forgot his wallet and found Rinoa dancing to herself in front of the long mirror. She was a vision, completely breath taking and the attraction that he had felt for her became even more intense with every step of her feet and every beat of the music.

He had stepped in and without a word, they had danced together, with so much passion and intensity that every touch sent electric shocks through his body. Finally in the last half of the dance he couldn’t take it any longer. Instead of releasing her as the step required, he had whirled her right into his arms and the next thing he knew, they were kissing with just as much passion as the dance had been, moving into a whole new dance all together right on the studio floor.

As the years pass, the bond between them became stronger, not only as dance partners but as lovers as well. Their trust with each other’s bodies was absolute and it was that bond that catapult them to the top of the professional dancing world. People raved about their passionate performances and soon competing wasn’t enough. They were invited to perform on stages all over the world and that was when Squall received the offer to star in a feature film about professional dancing alongside one of the country’s rising actress, Selphie.

Four years younger than him but a spunky little thing that he could not help admiring, she was quite the dancer herself. Being a love story, the dance needed equal fervour just as it has always been for him and Rinoa and in order to replicate the passion he had, Squall always visualised his lover in his arms every time he danced. It worked and the director loved his performance.

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After dinner, they popped in the rough cut of the movie that the director had given him and both of them cuddled up on the couch to watch the video. The dancing scene was wonderfully done and this was the first time Rinoa saw Squall dance with someone else. She had to admit, no wonder he had so many female fans.
He looked gorgeous.

She felt a nasty twinge inside her though when she saw the way he danced so emotionally with the little actress. Rinoa didn’t know why. She knew it was all an act, but the fire in his eyes was one that she had come to recognise too dearly. It was the way he looked into her own eyes when they danced together. Seeing that gaze turned on someone else cause lead to appear in her stomach.

“It’s going to be a good movie,” she sighed as the tape finished and Squall looked at her, “You think so?”

“Of course I think so,” she replied, “Look at they way she looks at you. The audience will have a hard time believing that the two of you are NOT in love with one another.”

That statement got Squall laughing, “Don’t tell me that’s jealousy I’m sensing there.”

She widened her eyes and stared right back at him before saying in a voice that was a little too loud, “Who’s jealous? I was just making a comment!”

“You’re jealous!” Squall laughed even harder.

“I’m not!!” she replied huffily, not wanting to admit that yes, she was jealous as hell. Squall laughed even harder at her denial and Rinoa punched him in exasperation before getting off the couch.

She was only halfway up when he grabbed her wrist, causing her to turn and look at his smiling face, “Tell me Rinoa, are you really NOT jealous?”

She sighed, “Okay, maybe just a little.”

Squall got up now, sliding his arm around her waist and pulling her towards him so that they were toe to toe, their bodies pressed parallel to one another, “Now WHY would you need to be jealous?”

“It’s just that…” Rinoa paused, “I’m worried that you might enjoy dancing with her more than me.”

“Oh, she’s a good dancer yes,” he admitted huskily, grazing his lips over hers, “But she’s not as good as you… and most importantly, she’s not you. I had to pretend I was dancing with you throughout the whole shooting in order to get that look right you know.”

Rinoa sighed again, resting her hands gently on his shoulders as they touched forehead, “Squall….”

“Yes?”

Her eyes flitted up and she smiled slightly, “Dance with me?”

“With pleasure,” he whispered back.

The first notes of the Spanish sonata floated gently in the night air as Squall switched on the record player then turn to Rinoa and held his hand out. She reached for him, slipping her hand easily into his and they danced… their bodies flowing with the rhythm, connecting with one another in an easy familiarity.

Rinoa closed her eyes, trusting in his lead as he whirled her before clasping her waist and pulling her tightly against him again. They moved as one, years of practise and the intimate knowledge of one another’s movement evident in every step. The music pulsed faster now and Rinoa opened her eyes as they fell into the last pirouette only to find his own blazing gaze upon her.

Silent save for the throbbing music now, the two spun, matching each other’s step perfectly, following the passion that had been building. The chemistry between them so intense it was almost tangible to the touch. Neither broke eye contact as they spun faster and faster until the song climaxed and they stopped, him dipping her low to the ground, their free arm thrown out in flourish.

Not thinking anymore, Squall pulled her up and in two steps had pushed her against the bar that was attached to the length of the mirrored wall, trapping her between the mirror and his own body as he claimed her lips roughly in a kiss. The passionate dance had sparked both their bodies to life and they kissed like they were starving for one another. Tongues meshing as he moulded her body to his, hands sliding down her side then back up to tangle in her hair.

He pulled her hair loose from the bun she wore and it cascaded pass her shoulder like a silken waterfall. Rinoa opened her mouth, welcoming his tongue again as the kiss deepened. Breathless from the demanding kisses, Squall moved his lips down her neck even as he reach one hand up to cup her breast through her tank top. She threw her head back, letting out a breathless moan at the feel of him holding her so possessively.

Shifting a hand against the small of her back, Squall pulled the tank top over her head and tossed it aside, followed by her sports bra, freeing her to his questing hands and mouth. He cupped her right breast, thumbing the nipple and grinning as it peaked under his touch. Then he bent to lave first one, and the other with his hot tongue.

“Squall…” she whispered breathlessly, her hands tangled in his hair as his mouth finally closed on one breast, suckling the tight nub. She moaned, arching her back when she felt his teeth grazed her nipple mischievously, circling the sensitive flesh with his tongue before drawing it again into the moist craven of his mouth.

His hands were busy on other matters though as he unzipped her shorts and pushed them off her hips, hooking the lacy panties as well. The garments fell to the floor and Gun got to his knees now, trailing kisses down her flat stomach until he reached the juncture of her thigh.

She didn’t protest, merely grasping the dance bar to help maintain her balance as he lifted one leg over his shoulder so he could gain what he was seeking. Rinoa’s breath came out in a sharp hiss when she felt his hot breath against her very femininity. He knew exactly how to please her and she gripped the bar tighter, her back pressed hard against the mirror as his tongue flicked out, teasing her, tasting her.

“Squall… please…”

He pushed her thighs further apart, his tongue still driving her wild with ecstasy moving this way and that before he caught her pleasure pearl between his teeth then sucking it. Rinoa gave a small shriek as her body clenched with the first wave of release that washed over her. He didn’t relent though, holding her hips firmly as he continued to assault her body, driving her into senseless pleasure.

She was trembling before he finally stood back up to claim her lips again, roughly cupping the back of her neck and pulling her towards him, his very evident arousal straining through the material of his sweat pants.

“It’s not fair,” she said in between kisses.

“What is?” he asked Rinoa.

“I’m already naked and you’re still dressed,” came the reply even as she rubbed herself against his crotch, causing him to groan deep in his throat, “How about a little pay back darling?”

He never got to answer though because she was already bereft-ing him of his clothes. She pulled his t-shirt over his head, sending it to join her own clothes then her hands grasped the waistband of his sweat pants. Once she freed him, Rinoa guided him down to the couch and straddled Squall, her burning eyes never leaving him. She stroke the length of him, mercilessly teasing him as she brushed the tip of his shaft against her hot wetness, grinning smugly at the pained expression on his face.

“Tell me,” Rinoa said huskily, “Tell me the only one you want is me.”

He groaned deep in his throat as she kissed him roughly, her hands still on his manhood, wrecking havoc on his senses as she demanded again, “Tell me!”

“Only you,” he replied, reaching for her now, but she resisted, moving away, trailing burning kisses down his body, tracing the contours of his abs with the tip of her tongue and finally descending on his shaft. She took him into her mouth as he balled his hands into fists, groaning from the pleasure she was invoking in him. Rinoa loved the feel of him in her mouth.
All velvet and iron. That was what he was.
Velvet and iron.
His body beautifully sculpted and trim from years of dancing

“Rinoa,” Squall half growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair. He was so close to release and he didn’t want to it to end that way.
“Come here.”

The little wild cat grinned coyly at her lover as she straddled him again, then with excruciating slowness, spread her legs further and sank down onto his lap, allowing him to fill her up completely.
He was so hard now, oh so hard

“Only you,” he repeated as they began to move. Circling his fingers around her slender hips he helped her, lifting her almost completely off him before thrusting back into her delicious tightness. They were both moaning from the pleasure that raked their bodies as he picked up the tempo.

It doesn’t matter what dance they practised all these years, none caused their body to respond so naturally to one another as this timeless dance. Rinoa tossed her head back, riding him wildly now, bucking then sinking again until he was buried to the hilt.

Again, and again
Faster and harder as little intelligible noises of passion escaped her from the feeling of him filling her so completely.

“Squall, oh.. yes, Squall…” she groaned through clenched teeth feeling the first wave of orgasm wash through her. He felt it too when her muscles clenched around him and Squall gave another growl and as her body arched tightly against him, he thrust into her one last time before letting his own release wash over him, both of them fused together in the climax, body, heart and soul.

When the explosion finally ended, Rinoa slumped into his arms completely drained. Their bodies were covered in a film of sweat, trembling from the after shock of their mind-blowing love making session and their breathing heavy. He shifted his sitting position, pulling her so they were lying side by side on the couch.

“Look how perfectly our bodies fit together Rinoa,” he whispered against her ear as he stroke her hair, “it doesn’t matter who I dance with. You and I… we were made from the same mould. There’s no possible way I can dance with another and feel like one whole. Only you can do that to me… only you.”

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