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Subject: {ASSM} Dance With Me (Alexis S.) (FF, Flash, RP)
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Dance With Me (FF)
A FlashFic by Alexis Siefert, 2002
ealexissiefert@yahoo.com

"Meg? Why don't men dance anymore?" 

It was her complaint every time we went to the bar.
There was almost always live music-usually pretty
good-and it frustrated her no end that men would buy
her 
drinks, but not one ever got up to dance with her or
anyone. The music called out for dancers, drew them to
the floor, but they held back, glued to their
barstools in their attempts to keeping appearances.

"You've seen too many movies, Jenna. I don't think men
ever knew how to dance."

"Fine. Then you dance with me." 

I loved Jenna. She was my best friend.  Of course I'd
dance with her.

In the middle of the crowded bar, we two women danced.
As friends. But that doesn't work. There's no such
thing as dancing "as friends." Our bodies moved-
separately at first-fighting for the space between us,
until we weren't fighting, and we weren't separate.
Rhythmic tension relaxed, syncopation became smooth.
The tempo slowed, the guitar took a break, and the
saxophone took over. 

And suddenly we were dancing together. Her casual
touch on my arm became a tentatively possessive touch
at the dip of my waist.

"Meg? Can I kiss you?"

I didn't know the answer at first. Then I realized
that I did.  Of course I did. "Please."

"Will you kiss me back?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Please."

The air between us disappeared, trapped by our bodies.
Her lips pressed against mine. Her tentative touch now
firm. I felt her breasts move against mine. I felt the
loss when she pulled away. 

"You'd think they would dance, wouldn't you?" she
said.




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