Anticipation 2/?
Title: Anticipation 2/?
Summary: A love hate relationship that is volitile and exciting.
Rating: R (situational and language.
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Comments: Let me know what you think. I thought this was an angle I hadn't seen on my fav. couple.
Chapter 2
“That was an amazing night, thank you.” She looked so cute with her tousled hair and her sweet smile. He loved looking into her eyes after making love.
“I wasn’t supposed to spend the night. We have a full day of practice and I think you were trying to wear me out so that I wouldn’t work you too hard today.”
“Too late Marky…you worked me plenty all night.” She giggled in that way that made him realize how carefree with him she used to be. “We’d better get going, although I’m not quite sure how NOT show up at the studio without everyone knowing. It’s not like we are supposed to even like each other, let alone spend the night together.”
“There are times when I just don’t care. Let people say what they want.”
She became all business. “That wasn’t part of our deal though. We play by my rules or we don’t play at all!”
Why on earth had he agreed that she got to make up 90% of the rules in this game? If that wasn’t bad enough, the rules changed to meet her needs. She had him wrapped and she didn’t even know it. That’s because she wasn’t supposed to have him under her finger. She wasn’t supposed to have this much control over him. He was toast and he knew it.
When they arrived at the studios, they made sure the coast was clear and quickly got out of her car. They headed off to practice. They flirted plenty during rehearsals and every time a moment presented itself his lips were on hers. They missed lunch and stayed locked in the studio instead. They had a repeat performance of yesterday and neither was complaining. It wasn’t until afterwards when they were working on a new sequence that Mark started to rant.
“Do you have two left feet?” He pointed to her feet to show her what she was doing wrong.
“What? I am a great dancer, just admit that move is lame and that it just doesn’t work!”
“Oh, I don’t think so Babe. You just can’t get it. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I can try and help your cause.”
“Are you saying I can’t dance?”
“If the shoe fits.”
“NOBODY tells me I can’t dance! You can go straight to h…”
“Sabrina! Stop being so defensive Doll.” She hated when he called her that. “It’s just a turn and you are making it difficult, when I made it as simple as possible…for you.” He just had to add the last part to rub it in.
She turned bright red and he could literally see smoke coming from her. “YOU….YOU….UUgggh!” She stormed out and he grabbed her as she reached the hallway.
“Stop being a DRAMA QUEEN!”
“Dammit Mark! Stop pissing me off and maybe I’ll do the turn your way!” She jerked her arm from his grasp.
“You don’t know everything and you don’t know crap about ballroom. You need to listen to me and realize I’m the boss in the ballroom. You can hip hop your way out of here or listen to an expert!”
“You show me an EXPERT and I’ll listen to him!” She grabbed her bag and stomped off.
He saw the astonished faces and everyone scattered…all but Derek and Maks.
“You are so lucky Mark!” Maks looked as if he was in awe of Mark’s ability. “I would give anything to have a partner like that. Being that destructive would be so productive!” He walked off still amazed.
“That’s messed up!” Derek turned to Mark. “What’s going on man?”
“She’s terrible to work with. Half the time she nails everything and gets everything right…the other half she can’t admit to not knowing crap about ballroom!” Mark ran his fingers through his hair, exasperated.
“I knew you two weren’t getting along, but I didn’t know it was this bad. Do you want me to try and trade with you? Maybe I could dance in your place at the last minute and you could fake an illness!”
“No…I’ll suffer through.” He thought about his suffering later tonight…ah the pain and pleasure. “I’m an expert after all. I’ve gotta go. I may crash at mom’s tonight, even so we’ll still do lunch tomorrow to talk about the gig on Friday.”
“Good luck man. If you need me to talk to her, let me know.”
“No one could get through to her.”
Mark raced to the hotel. She loved to meet at hotels, but not the seedy ones. It was upscale all the way for his little princess. He picked up the room key at the front desk and got in the elevator. He straightened himself a little and he got off on the top floor where she was. Room 6220, it was ‘their’ room. He put the card key in the door, saw the little green light and opened it. He walked in and looked up and saw her scantily clad on the king sized bed.
“What took you so long, slow poke?” She grinned at him mischievously.
“You left me with gawking people who wanted to know why you were so hormonal!” He smiled, knowing that one would get under her skin.
“I’m not hormonal! I’m perfectly justified to act the way I did when you are an unreasonable jerk!”
“Get up and come here,” he demanded with a serious tone. She had that defiant look on her perfect face. “I said NOW!”
“You want me up, you can get me up.” She smiled a self satisfying smile at him and batted her eyelashes.
“Get up NOW!” He rushed to her and jerked her up by her arms. He pinned her arms above her head to the wall and kissed her hard. Anytime she would try to kiss back, he would pull away. He wanted to be in control tonight. He wanted to remind her that she’s not the only one who can play this game. This was his time and he was claiming it.
She looked petrified at first and it strangely turned him on. She whimpered when he grabbed her arms so roughly. She moaned in ecstasy when he kissed her and then begged when he pulled away. He had control tonight and although she fought it, she secretly found it exhilarating and exciting.
Summary: A love hate relationship that is volitile and exciting.
Rating: R (situational and language.
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Comments: Let me know what you think. I thought this was an angle I hadn't seen on my fav. couple.
Chapter 2
“That was an amazing night, thank you.” She looked so cute with her tousled hair and her sweet smile. He loved looking into her eyes after making love.
“I wasn’t supposed to spend the night. We have a full day of practice and I think you were trying to wear me out so that I wouldn’t work you too hard today.”
“Too late Marky…you worked me plenty all night.” She giggled in that way that made him realize how carefree with him she used to be. “We’d better get going, although I’m not quite sure how NOT show up at the studio without everyone knowing. It’s not like we are supposed to even like each other, let alone spend the night together.”
“There are times when I just don’t care. Let people say what they want.”
She became all business. “That wasn’t part of our deal though. We play by my rules or we don’t play at all!”
Why on earth had he agreed that she got to make up 90% of the rules in this game? If that wasn’t bad enough, the rules changed to meet her needs. She had him wrapped and she didn’t even know it. That’s because she wasn’t supposed to have him under her finger. She wasn’t supposed to have this much control over him. He was toast and he knew it.
When they arrived at the studios, they made sure the coast was clear and quickly got out of her car. They headed off to practice. They flirted plenty during rehearsals and every time a moment presented itself his lips were on hers. They missed lunch and stayed locked in the studio instead. They had a repeat performance of yesterday and neither was complaining. It wasn’t until afterwards when they were working on a new sequence that Mark started to rant.
“Do you have two left feet?” He pointed to her feet to show her what she was doing wrong.
“What? I am a great dancer, just admit that move is lame and that it just doesn’t work!”
“Oh, I don’t think so Babe. You just can’t get it. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I can try and help your cause.”
“Are you saying I can’t dance?”
“If the shoe fits.”
“NOBODY tells me I can’t dance! You can go straight to h…”
“Sabrina! Stop being so defensive Doll.” She hated when he called her that. “It’s just a turn and you are making it difficult, when I made it as simple as possible…for you.” He just had to add the last part to rub it in.
She turned bright red and he could literally see smoke coming from her. “YOU….YOU….UUgggh!” She stormed out and he grabbed her as she reached the hallway.
“Stop being a DRAMA QUEEN!”
“Dammit Mark! Stop pissing me off and maybe I’ll do the turn your way!” She jerked her arm from his grasp.
“You don’t know everything and you don’t know crap about ballroom. You need to listen to me and realize I’m the boss in the ballroom. You can hip hop your way out of here or listen to an expert!”
“You show me an EXPERT and I’ll listen to him!” She grabbed her bag and stomped off.
He saw the astonished faces and everyone scattered…all but Derek and Maks.
“You are so lucky Mark!” Maks looked as if he was in awe of Mark’s ability. “I would give anything to have a partner like that. Being that destructive would be so productive!” He walked off still amazed.
“That’s messed up!” Derek turned to Mark. “What’s going on man?”
“She’s terrible to work with. Half the time she nails everything and gets everything right…the other half she can’t admit to not knowing crap about ballroom!” Mark ran his fingers through his hair, exasperated.
“I knew you two weren’t getting along, but I didn’t know it was this bad. Do you want me to try and trade with you? Maybe I could dance in your place at the last minute and you could fake an illness!”
“No…I’ll suffer through.” He thought about his suffering later tonight…ah the pain and pleasure. “I’m an expert after all. I’ve gotta go. I may crash at mom’s tonight, even so we’ll still do lunch tomorrow to talk about the gig on Friday.”
“Good luck man. If you need me to talk to her, let me know.”
“No one could get through to her.”
Mark raced to the hotel. She loved to meet at hotels, but not the seedy ones. It was upscale all the way for his little princess. He picked up the room key at the front desk and got in the elevator. He straightened himself a little and he got off on the top floor where she was. Room 6220, it was ‘their’ room. He put the card key in the door, saw the little green light and opened it. He walked in and looked up and saw her scantily clad on the king sized bed.
“What took you so long, slow poke?” She grinned at him mischievously.
“You left me with gawking people who wanted to know why you were so hormonal!” He smiled, knowing that one would get under her skin.
“I’m not hormonal! I’m perfectly justified to act the way I did when you are an unreasonable jerk!”
“Get up and come here,” he demanded with a serious tone. She had that defiant look on her perfect face. “I said NOW!”
“You want me up, you can get me up.” She smiled a self satisfying smile at him and batted her eyelashes.
“Get up NOW!” He rushed to her and jerked her up by her arms. He pinned her arms above her head to the wall and kissed her hard. Anytime she would try to kiss back, he would pull away. He wanted to be in control tonight. He wanted to remind her that she’s not the only one who can play this game. This was his time and he was claiming it.
She looked petrified at first and it strangely turned him on. She whimpered when he grabbed her arms so roughly. She moaned in ecstasy when he kissed her and then begged when he pulled away. He had control tonight and although she fought it, she secretly found it exhilarating and exciting.