Ritual Intimacy for outbreaksignal
Author: vandonovan
Title: Ritual Intimacy
Recipient: outbreaksignal
Skaters/Pairings: Evan Lysacek/Anna Trebunskaya
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8,012
Warnings: Graphic sex, foul language.
Prompt: Evan and Anna - part of their pre-show ritual is to help each other relax a bit...
Disclaimer: The events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about.
A/N: Thanks very much to onehoureternity for playing beta.
Summary: Anna helps Evan develop some pre-show rituals that not only benefit both of them but enhances their intimacy and chemistry together as well.
Week One:
“Well, I don’t know. I’ve got this candle I always light before performances, and a couple songs on my iPod I listen to that really motivate me. Oh, and I reserve my chocolate protein shakes for competition days. It’s like a special treat to myself.”
Anna studied him coolly, doing her best not to let her gaze pass judgment, but one of her eyebrows couldn’t help but rise slightly. “There doesn’t seem to be much in those things for me.”
It was easy to see moment her words made sense to Evan, as his darkened eyes suddenly brightened. “I could bring the candle to our dressing room.” After a second of silence, he said, “And make you a chocolate shake?”
Anna laughed; what else could she do? “That’s not really what I had in mind.” She got up from the steps in their practice room. “Somehow, I thought you would have more . . . ritual.”
One of Evan’s hands rose to absently tug at the pendant of his necklace. “I’m not much into superstition, to be honest.”
Anna noticed him unconsciously touching the necklace and had to just smile. “I wouldn’t say they’re superstitions to the other dancers.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean . . . Well, it’s like, I don’t look down on what other people do. That’s just not for me, you know?” He shrugged, and then seemed to reconsider. “What do you do? If you think it’ll help us dance, I’m willing to try anything.”
“For me, it really depends on my partner.” Anna looked him over again, now that she was standing. His looks were so very different from his personality. She had prepared herself for a completely different sort of man. “We need to function as a unit. Our pre-performance preparations should involve both of us, together.”
Evan was looking uneasy. “I’ve seen how some of the pairs prepare for skating competitions. I’m not really sure I could do something like that. I mean, I want to work as a unit, definitely. But I really have to concentrate; to be in the zone.”
“That’s all right.”Anna approached him and laid a hand on his arm. “I think these things should develop naturally, anyway. We’ll see how it goes.” She gave the wiry muscle a gentle squeeze, noticing the way Evan slightly stiffened at the touch. He had no idea how to react to being casually touched, and it made something inside of Anna ache.
“Yeah.” It was like Evan was counting in his head and once he reached three, he stepped away from her touch. “Listen, uh. I’ve got to get to the rink now. We’ll work all this out soon enough. We’ve got ten weeks, haven’t we?”
Anna nodded and managed a smile as he departed. She wanted to admonish him for taking for granted that they’d make the semi-finals, but the positive thinking was so convincing she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.
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Week Two:
The one word Anna would use to describe Evan was awkward. He was a technical genius, completely physically fit and quite possibly the most dedicated-to-perfection person she’d ever met. But he was so awkward. He sometimes tripped over his own feet. When he got excited, sometimes he said the strangest things-and then immediately attempted to cover them up by shutting down.
Initially, Anna thought she’d simply misjudged him based on looks-he presented as the typical male model type, after all. He wasn’t like that at all. Only, it wasn’t that he had a different personality than what she had expected; Evan didn’t even seem to know what his personality was, either.
When skating, he received his directions on how to act, what to eat, even what to say and how to think from his manager. Frank was a dedicated man and undeniably good for Evan’s work ethic, but he fed his values to Evan like they were his own until Evan not only parroted them back, but believed them. Anna had seen what such underhanded brainwashing could do to a person and it rubbed her the wrong way completely. Worse, it stifled what inner artistry Evan possessed. That might work on the ice, but if they were to come out of this with the mirror trophy she had to break through his walls.
She waited until after the cameramen filming segments for their package had gone home for the night before approaching the question. “So, what do you think we ought to do about our chemistry?” She pulled her towel across her sweaty neck.
Evan looked surprised, and Anna was struck how endearing those big brown eyes could be in off moments like this. “Isn’t that what we’ve been working on all day?”
“Yes.” She didn’t want to give him the wrong impression. “Do you think we have improved?”
For a few seconds, Evan only stared at her. “I thought we had.”
“I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel. To know.”
“I know we’ve improved.”
“Good.” Anna nodded. “But we can improve more.” She sat beside him on the practice stairs. “Your dancing is very good, technically.”
“I’ve heard this before.”
“The emotion is in there, Evan. I know it. You just have to unlock it.”
“I’ve taken acting lessons before, you know.”
“I know. But, I think that is the problem. You are acting. I want you to feel.”
Evan said nothing, but his brows furrowed in thought.
“Tell me,” Anna said, leaning so their shoulders touched, “when was the last time you had sex?” She felt Evan’s body stiffen and mentally determined to add two months to whatever answer he gave her.
After a considerable pause, Evan said, “Well, it’s been awhile.” He pressed his fingertips together. “I was really busy practicing for the Olympics. There wasn’t time for that sort of thing.”
“So, four months? “ Anna glanced at his hands. “Six months?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Of course you do. I am not asking who it was with, Evan. In fact, you know what? I don’t care when it was. You know when it was. That is what matters. Think about that day in your head and how long ago it was. How can you be intimate with me if you have not even allowed time to be intimate with yourself?”
“Oh. I’m intimate with myself.”
Anna almost laughed. She bit her lip and then managed a smile. “That’s a start.” She reached out and put one of her hands over his. “Sex is very intimate, Evan. You need to have a lot of sex to understand just how intimate it is. You need to lose yourself in the pleasure of your partner and let your partner lose herself in the pleasure of your body. Only then can you bring that level of intimacy to the dance floor; to have the sexual power without the act.”
Evan waited a few seconds before gently pulling his hands away from hers. “It’s easy for you; you’re married. I can’t just . . . go grab someone off the street to and have sex with them.”
Having seen some of Evan’s hanger’s on, Anna thought he could do exactly that, but this was Evan she was dealing with. “You’re not going to develop intimacy with me by having sex with other people.”
It took a second, but his face turned toward her, his eyes wider than even before.
She didn’t mean to, but Anna laughed and nudged him. “Is the thought really so horrifying?”
“No! No, it’s not that. I just.”
“I’m married and you are not interested in me. I know. That is why it is all right, and why we should consider it. Jonathan and I have discussed it. He understands completely where I am coming from.”
“I’m not sure I do.”
“Sex is an amazing, powerful thing. Not only will it make our dances more intimate, but it releases endorphins, which helps with stress. It is a wonderful pre-show relaxer. There are other benefits. I can get you a list, if you like.” When Evan said nothing, Anna got to her feet. “I think it is worth a try. Will you at least consider it?”
Evan’s only reply was the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.
Perhaps it was too soon. She did not want to force this; he had to come to the decision himself. “We have worked hard this week, getting closer all of the time. For now, we can see how the jive goes without sex. Don’t worry about it.”
She could see the relief in Evan’s eyes, but as she turned to gather her belongings, she also knew he would undoubtedly spend the next week turning it over in his head, until he was obsessed with the idea.
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Week Three:
“Evan, do you trust me?”
Looking up from typing on his cellphone, Evan raised his eyebrows. “Of course I do.”
Anna looked from listlessly stirring the chocolate protein shake Evan had made for her, over to the candle burning across their dressing room. It was definitely not doing for her what it did for him. The music he played that apparently psyched him up only threatened to give her a migraine, which something she definitely didn’t have time for. “Have you thought much about what I said last week?”
Evan’s fingers were still typing. He glanced down to finish what Anna assumed was a tweet, and then put the phone away. His expression was wide open. “You mean about . . . intimacy?”
“About having sex, yes.”
“But we did really well on the jive.”
“We did do ‘really well’ on the jive. We didn’t do perfect.” The way Evan’s face changed from open and playful to serious and focused on work hurt Anna’s heart every time. She loved dancing with Evan, but she hated the way he compartmentalized his life.
Even Evan’s voice had changed. “I trust you. If you really think it will give us an advantage, I’m willing to try anything.”
Anna set her chocolate protein shake aside. “Even now you’re just viewing it as another step to learn in your dance. Sex isn’t a technical thing to be learned.”
“What else can it be? We’re not attracted to each other, so it’s not like it’s going to happen naturally.”
That made one of Anna’s eyebrows raise. She got to her feet and put a hand on her hip. “You are not attracted to me?”
Evan looked at her, and then averted his gaze. “You know what I mean.”
“No, I do not. I find you very attractive, Evan. Your body is in excellent condition. I admire your dedication to keep it so fit. You are not interested in drugs or very much alcohol. You set goals and you don’t let anything distract you on your way to achieve them. There is so much about you that is dedicated and drive. It’s very sexy. This doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you, but if I let myself think about it, it does make my body desire yours.”
Evan’s mouth opened, but he didn’t say anything.
Anna hoped that meant he felt the same way about her, at least a little. In one fluid motion, she pulled her shirt off. She gauged Evan’s reaction, and how quickly it took his eyes to flicker from her face to her bra. Smiling, she pulled that free too, and, swaying her hips, closed the gap between them.
She straddled and fucked him, right there in the dressing room. It wasn’t by any stretch of the imagination bad; Evan seemed incapable of being bad. It wasn’t good either.
But, it did end up getting them to a score of 26.
--
Week Four:
Fucking in the dressing room hours before the performance show hadn’t been exactly ideal. It had been uncomfortable and a little awkward and Evan had been tense and nervous-exactly the opposite reaction Anna had been going for. Finding time just to eat and sleep was difficult with Evan’s schedule, so it wasn’t until the night before the performance show that Anna finally invited herself back to Evan’s apartment and got a moment alone with him that didn’t have to be dominated by training.
After a cursory tour of an apartment that obviously hadn’t been lived in much recently, it was clear to Anna that Evan had no idea what she was doing there. His attempts to be polite and hospitable instead of crawling right into bed were endearing. At times like these, Anna wanted to mother him. It would have been easy to put him to bed and watch him nod off. He certainly could have used the sleep.
She steeled herself against the idea; to win this competition, they had to be perfect. There was absolutely no time for coddling.
“How about a little coffee before I go?” Anna leaned against the door, managing a smile.
Evan slowly took on an expression of dismay as he realized she was serious. Glancing down at his big fancy gold watch, he shrugged apologetically. “I think Starbucks is totally closed by now.”
Anna laughed. “Surely you have got a coffee maker in your kitchen.”
“Yeah, but. I don’t know how good any of the coffee I have here is anymore. Anyway, I read it’s not healthy to have caffeine after six pm. It’s supposed to mess with your-“
“Evan, you are the single most oblivious man I’ve ever met.”
His mouth hung open and Anna swore she could see the cogs turning in his head. “I’m . . . sorry?”
“You don’t really think I came over for tour and cup of coffee, do you?”
Evan gestured with his arm. “There’s not really any room to practice in my living room.”
“We got 26 points last week. You want to top that, don’t you?”
“Of course.” As tired as he was, his eyes lit up slightly at that.
“Then, we need to have sex again.” She reached out and gripped the front of his shirt. “Better sex, this time. I want to feel the passion.”
Somehow Evan’s face blanched. He quickly looked apologetic. “Oh, it’s not that I don’t want to. I’ve just been practicing non-stop for this and Stars on Ice. I haven’t slept for days. I’m exhausted.”
“So am I. That has never stopped us from practicing before.”
“Well. Okay, but.” Anna was surprised by how tired and distressed Evan suddenly looked. “I’m not trying to get out of this, really. I’ve just really got to poo,” he confessed. “I’ve been holding it since this morning.”
Anna released him immediately and took a step back. “That is a little too much information.”
Evan said nothing; just slinked away, leaving Anna to prepare her own coffee.
She got out a mug while her coffee brewed, trying not to think about it, but couldn’t help but imagine Evan straining away on the toilet bowl one room over. It was the unsexiest image she’d ever conceived of him, and she almost poured the pot of coffee down the sink and let herself out chalking this up as a lost cause.
When Evan finally returned, he was fresh out of a shower and wearing only a towel wrapped around his narrow hips. It was such a relief Anna nearly dropped her mug. Evan was all perfectly chiseled lines and right-angles. His chest was a perfect sculpture made of sandstone. Crossing to him, Anna put her fingers on him, her palms running circles over his pectorals and then up, around his nipples.
Evan’s big hands undid the buttons of her blouse and simply pulled her little bra right over her head. It wasn’t as awkward as it had been in the dressing room the week before, but Anna still had to lead him to the couch and coax him down to lie on top of her.
His cock, when she got to it, was still soft, for which he muttered apologies. She silenced him by taking hold of it, and soon had him gasping in her ear. Once he was finally inside her, she stole a look at his face. She loved to look at Jonathan when they made love; to see the way pleasure distorted and softened his features.
Evan had closed his eyes, furrowed his brow and set his jaw while he worked his hips; it was the same face he wore for competitions. It took Anna a moment to realize how hard he was concentrating; that this was a performance he wanted to win. “Technical!” she gasped. “Even in sex, you’re being technical!”
Evan’s eyebrows curved up, but Anna could tell he hadn’t really heard her. A few seconds later he opened his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t even sound winded. “Fuck me!” Anna demanded. Though his weight was pinning her to the couch, she rolled her hips beneath him. “Don’t just go through the motions!”
“What?” For a moment, Evan fell out of sync. His thrusts slowed and the momentum was lost.
Grinning triumphantly, Anna wrapped her legs around him and worked her hips as well as she could beneath him. “Fuck me, Evan!”
To her delight, Evan let out a gasp; one completely uncontrolled and involuntary. His hips rolled once as he resumed his pace.
Before Anna could do anything further, Evan pulled his performance face back on. A moment passed and then even that changed to something deeper and tenser; Anna realized he was coming. It was silent, full of intensely controlled concentration.
The moment Anna realized this face looked just like the one she’d mentally envisioned straining away earlier, she stopped working her hips. She couldn’t even fake an orgasm-not that Evan noticed.
She managed to slide out from underneath him when it was all over, knowing without a doubt that Evan would sleep the night away on that couch if she let him. Frustrated with herself and how she’d let things get out of hand, Anna got dressed again and then woke Evan out of his sleep. Like this, he was even more of a zombie than usual, but she made him wash up, put on some clothes and get into his proper bed. She washed up his dishes before she let herself out.
She didn’t think it was possible, but Evan was even more awkward at the studio the following morning. By performance time he seemed back to normal, but when their hard work on the tango just produced an identical score from the previous week, Anna knew they had to seriously reevaluate everything.
Reaching a plateau in week four was unacceptable.
--
Week Five:
“I’m not saying we can’t keep doing we’ve been doing, plus Stars on Ice and fit sex into our schedule every night, just that’s more work than we thought. Sex is exhausting. There’s a reason Frank never let me, you know.” Evan didn’t even open his eyes from where he was resting.
“You’ve seen the rumba videos, Evan; it is all hips and yours are like concrete.”
“I know. I’m getting better.”
“You are, and then you are locking them up again each time you skate. There is no better way to loosen your hips up than five nights of very powerful sex.” She smiled. “You also dance much better when you’ve had sex just before a performance, too. It’s true.”
“I know, it’s just-“
“No more excuses. Stand up.”
Evan did as he was told, though his weary body hung like a broken frame.
“You want to win, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course.” Straightening up, he smiled. “Anna, this isn’t an excuse, all right? It’s just . . . I’m not like other guys. It’s harder for me to just have sex at the drop of a hat, even with a girl as pretty as you.”
“All the more reason we should be having it every night.”
“I can do hip exercises that stimulate intercourse. I don’t mind doing those. I could do a hundred sets of those. It’d probably be more useful, actually, considering how long I usually last once I finally do get it up.”
“It is about more than moving your hips, Evan.” Anna stepped close to him and put her hands on hips. She gently pivoted them and smiled at the way Evan let her manipulate him. “It needs passion. You’re not going to get that doing reps.”
Evan kept pivoting his hips, even once Anna released him. “How’s that?”
“I wish you were dating someone,” she said, not looking up. “Then you could practice with someone you cared about. I imagine that would help the passion.”
“I don’t even have time to sleep; when could I find time to date?”
“Evan Lysacek is the sort of man someone would wait for.” Anna gripped his hips again, adjusting their motion slightly. “If there is someone out there you are interested in, perhaps we could fly them out here one night. For practice.”
For just a moment, Evan’s hips stopped gyrating. “No. No, there isn’t anyone.”
As Anna readjusted his hips, she raised one of her eyebrows.
--
For the first three nights, the sex was good. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad. Anna could see improvements from night to night as Evan experimented in different speeds and different positions. But by the middle of the week, it was clear that training for both Dancing With the Stars and Stars on Ice was taking more of a toil on his body than he had anticipated.
The fourth night, he was too tired to get it up. Anna tried several things to stimulate him, and Evan apologized profusely for being so young and so difficult, but there was nothing to be done for it. Anna relinquished in the end. She knew when to listen to warnings from the body. Tonight, Evan would benefit more from an extra hour of sleep.
The result in the following day was obvious. With extra sleep and a little coffee, Evan was almost perky. His performance with Stars on Ice was inspired, and she managed to grab him immediately afterward, when he was still thriving off the adrenaline that performing live gave him. They had a ballroom rented for the whole night in a nearby hotel, but Anna had other plans.
Dodging interviewers, other performers and fans, Anna got Evan backstage and into one of the small skating locker rooms and locked the door behind her.
Evan was full of smiling laughter, still excited from the show. “What, you want to have sex in here?”
“Yes. Sit down.”
“I’m not going to be able to work my hips if I’m sitting.”
“You will be able to work them fine. Sit.”
Laughing, Evan approached her and squished her cheeks together. In a funny voice, he said, “You want to have sex in the stinky smelly locker room! Anna, I’m shocked. I so never knew about this side of you.”
Anna backed him up to one of the benches against the wall and sat him down. “This energy is good!” she said, opting to ignore his weirdness. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a length of fabric.
“Hey, what’re you doing?” Evan sat patiently still while she tied the fabric around his head.
“Blindfolding you.” She slipped the cloth over his eyes and tightened the knot.
“Oh.” He laughed, reaching for her and missing. “I can’t see anything.”
Smiling to herself, Anna walked away from him and pulled her hair into a tight bun. She watched him sitting patiently, occasionally lifting his head to try and peek out the bottom of the blindfold. “We are going to try different sex method tonight, Evan. Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“Good. This will be a nice surprise. Remember your hips and do not take your blindfold off.” Grinning to herself, Anna unlocked and opened the locker room door, walked out and removed her shoes. She held the door open for a few seconds and then returned, padding on soft feet. The door closed behind her with a loud thud. A few seconds later, she relocked it.
“Anna?”
After counting to thirty, Anna changed her clothes and pulled on a pair of thin gloves. She watched uncertainty spread across Evan’s face and the way he beetled his brow, listening to her every move. Once she was certain he was no longer sure if she was in the locker room with him or someone else was, Anna approached him again, making her steps fall far heavier than she usually did. She delighted in the way Evan very softly sucked in his breath. Without touching him, Anna went down on her knees.
Evan was seated with his legs slightly apart, allowing Anna, without any of her usual tenderness, to reach out and cupped him through his trousers, defining the curve of his cock through the fabric.
Evan gripped the bench he was sitting on, one hand clutching the wood on either side of him. The way he sucked in his breath as Anna tugged down his trousers told her she was on the right track. To her delight, Evan’s cock wasn’t completely flaccid when she felt him again, now just through his underwear.
Without the blindfold, she was quite certain he wouldn’t be reacting yet. Perhaps she was wrong; the adrenaline from performing for an adoring crowd was undoubtedly a powerful aphrodisiac.
Whatever the reason, Anna was pleased by the results. She tugged at Evan’s underwear and of his own accord Evan lifted his hips. Anna got herself comfortable on the floor before bending over Evan to breathe heat onto his cock. A grin curved her lips at the reaction that shot through Evan. Placing her arms flat across Evan’s thighs, Anna bent to take him into her mouth.
Evan grunted a groan, tightening his grip on the bench, but he didn’t do anything else.
Careful with how she touched him, Anna traced a path down his hardened cock with her tongue. She did not want Evan to recognize the feel of her hands, so she kept her gloves on and her grip firm when she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. Once she had her mouth around the head of his cock again, she used her other hand to tug Evan’s shirt. It took just a moment for him to realize she wasn’t going to bob her head-he was going to have to work his hips.
It was quite a sight to see Evan above her, blindfolded. Within a few minutes, he was engaged completely in what they were doing. His hips lifted entirely off the bench to allow his hips free range of motion. The veins in his arms stood out with the strain of holding his weight up, but Anna couldn’t appreciate it as much as she wanted. Evan fucking her mouth was more intense than she had expected, and it required all her attention to satisfy him while simultaneously not choking and maintaining her breathing.
His hip action, though, was divine.
It took less than ten minutes from start to finish, and the progress made was worth a hundred sets of hip repetitions.
While Evan was gasping, catching his breath from what seemed to be his most powerful orgasm with her yet, Anna was wiping her mouth and working feeling back into her legs so she could stand. She peeled off her gloves, changed back into her other clothes and moved over to the door.
Evan came sharply to attention at the sound of the door unlocking. To her surprise, he didn’t reach for the blindfold. Instead, he pulled up his trousers and ran a hand through his hair.
Anna could only smile as she let herself out. She put her shoes back on in the hall, slung the bag containing her extra clothes over her shoulder and unwrapped a piece of gum. She chewed it several times before she returned to the locker room. She stood by the door for a moment, just looking at Evan. Oral sex was not one of her preferred methods of intimacy. It wasn’t so much that it didn’t stimulate her, but that she craved the union and beauty of two bodies in motion together.
Still, there was something to be said about not being weary from sex or orgasm while Evan was. They’d certainly gotten through the motions a lot faster than usual, and she felt he’d not only worked his hips better this way, but had actually enjoyed it more.
“You can take the blindfold off now.”
It took Evan a moment to get the blindfold off-he gave up on untying it and just slipped it off his head. When he could see again, he glanced around the room as if genuinely surprised Anna was there alone. “That was . . . different.”
“You did very well,” Anna said. Her lips curved into a smile. “Or so I’m told.” Inclining her head for Evan to follow, she led him out of the locker room. “We’ll do something like that that again before our performance. Then you can dance rumba.”
“Anna, you are such an amazing teacher.” Evan took her bag to carry for her. “Are we going to practice now?”
“Yes, I think so. Do you feel ready now?”
“I really do, thank you.” He glanced behind him as they left the locker room. “Hey, Anna? Do me a favor, will you?”
“Yes?”
“I know it’s weird, but. Don’t ever tell me who that really was, okay?”
Anna smiled. “Of course not.”
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Week Six:
The locker room soirée and follow up blow job done in the same stealthy manner the day of the performance show earned them 27 points. It was one up from the previous two weeks, but Anna couldn’t help but be disappointed by the score-Nicole and Derek had pulled another two 10s and, of course, come in first place.
Evan was an excellent dancer, easily the best she’d worked with during her time with the show. Winning the Mirror Ball trophy was well within their reach, especially given Evan’s work attitude and determination. Triumphing over Nicole would be their biggest hurdle.
It might have been different if Evan hadn’t had to split his time between her and Stars on Ice. It wasn’t even the skating that was taking its toll on Evan; he thrived on the ice. It was the grueling travel that left him a zombie in the morning. He seemed incapable of sleeping on the bus and didn’t fare much better when he was on an airplane.
It not only left him irritable for their practices, but unfocused as well.
It was being so unfocused that Anna blamed the concussion on. But she knew, in the end, it was her fault. She hadn’t been careful enough. Evan was six-foot-two and she should’ve known better. Not only did her dancer have broken toes, now he had a concussion as well.
In one ill-timed move-for the stupid swing competition, no less!-she very easily could have ruined not only their chances at the Mirror Ball trophy, but ended Evan’s skating career as well.
“Evan, I cannot apologize enough.”
Evan put a big arm around her. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m fine.”
“You are not fine.”
“I’ll be fine. The doctor said I can skate tonight. That means I can rehearse our routine too. Stop worrying.” He gave her a squeeze. “I’ve performed through way worse.”
“You are going to kill yourself by thirty.”
“If I do, at least I’ll have an Olympic gold medal and a Mirror Ball trophy to show for it.”
Anna scowled. “That isn’t funny. We will take tonight off.”
“We can’t afford to take tonight off and you know it.”
“You are the teacher now?”
“We can at least practice the samba.”
They did practice, but Anna’s heart was not in it. Neither, she felt, was Evan’s. They both worked hard, and yet nothing seemed to come together. What hip action he’d picked up last week seemed to have dissipated, and none of her sexual tricks were working to get him back on track. Worst of all, it was the mid-season show and she knew how the producers played the game. They’d shake up the leader board in any way they could, which meant anything could happen.
They’d been getting too cocky and she was starting to feel it.
--
Week Seven:
When Anna awoke on Wednesday, there was a text message waiting on her phone for her. It was from Evan and simply read, “I’m gonna make it up to you!!”
She flopped back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Somehow, despite all their practicing, they had only pulled a 21 with their samba. It was the first time since the start of the show that she had quite honestly thought they stood a chance of being eliminated. She’d hardly been able to sleep and she knew Evan hadn’t fared much better. They had both been wrecks yesterday and it angered her. They hadn’t performed poorly. These were real lives the show was affecting.
Though she would never say the judging had been unfair, the audience’s standing ovation did not at all mesh with the scoring that followed.
The only thing that she was certain of was that it had shaken up the leader board-just like the producers had wanted.
By the time she had dressed and reunited with Evan, she was tired. They could bounce back from this, she knew, but she was nevertheless demoralized and she knew Evan was too.
She found him stretching in the ballroom they’d rented for the night and energized after his Stars on Ice performance.
“Anna!” he started over to her immediately, enveloping her in a giant hug. “I just want you to know I am committed 100% to making the Argentine tango our best dance ever.”
His enthusiasm made her smile; not all was lost. “You have always such good attitude.” She nodded, putting her own demoralized feelings aside. She would be strong for Evan, who was always strong for her. “And you are good. You’re really good. We’re going to prove to them that you can be the best.”
“That’s what I like to hear!”
Their practice was intense. They fed off each other in a way they hadn’t before. Anna soon realized that the low score on the samba might have been the best thing that could have happened to them. Evan no longer wanted to just go the distance; he wanted to win. It meant he joked less and focused more, and as a result he improved by leaps and bounds.
The tango was extremely well suited for him as well-or would be, if he could get over his intimidation.
--
On Thursday, she made the decision to cut their rehearsal short. Instead of practicing until midnight in their rented ballroom, she took Evan back to his hotel room just before eleven.
Evan waited until they were alone in the elevator. “Do we really have time to be having sex right now?”
She smiled. Evan could read her intentions now. “It is the most important thing we can be doing right now. We got cocky after the rumba and stopped having sex because of your concussion. It’s possible that contributed to our score suffering.”
“You’ve gotten me this far, Anna. I trust you.”
“The Argentine tango involves so much male dominance, Evan. You are almost there, but not quite. Before, we concentrated the sex on your hips. Now we must concentrate it in another way.”
They lapsed into silence as the elevator opened and didn’t speak until Evan had his door unlocked and they were safely inside his hotel room.
Anna reached into her purse. “First, I want you to put this on.”
Perplexed, Evan took the stretchy ring out of her hand. “I thought it was a condom.”
“It’s a cock ring.” She tugged it slightly. “Have you ever used one?”
The expression on Evan’s face told her that he hadn’t, but he said, “No.”
“I didn’t think so.” She opened her mouth to tell him to take off his clothes, and then held her tongue. He was supposed to be the one learning dominance tonight. “You will never master the Argentine tango unless you can completely make me submit to you.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
Anna raised her eyebrows. “Perhaps. Nevertheless, we will do it. Or do you want to come in last place again?”
Those dark eyes of his flashed, and his head snapped up. “I won’t come in last place again.”
The determination in his voice sent tingles throughout Anna’s body. “Prove that to me.”
To her lasting surprise, he grabbed her and kissed her, hard and long, bending her back as he did. They had not spent much time kissing during their sexual training; for Anna, it had felt like crossing a line. She raised her arms and clutched him closer, returning the kiss with a fervor she hadn’t realized she had.
Of course Evan wanted to kiss her. Of course he wanted to cross that line of intimacy. They weren’t playing anymore; they were in this to win.
Evan’s broad hands gripped her back and then lifted her off the floor with such ease that Anna gasped. When he laid her on the bed, it was with such fluidity she felt as though they were dancing. Stretching, she wriggled out of her top and twisted to start pulling down her trousers.
Watching her, Evan reached down and caught her wrists in his hand. She dimly noticed he’d put the cock ring around two of his fingers-then she lost track of it as he pinned her in place with one hand and used the other to pull her pants and panties off in one swift yank.
She stretched luxuriously on the bed. “I give that an 8. You have to do better than that.”
In the dim hotel light, Evan’s dark eyes locked on Anna’s and the fierce determination she saw in them gave her chills.
Kneeling over her, Evan pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing that perfectly chiseled torso that Anna never tired of looking at. Prior to Evan, had anyone ever told her she’d be so enamored of a man four and a half years her junior she never would have believed them. “Come on, Evan,” she encouraged. “Fuck me.” She reached up to cup his cock through his sweatpants. “You have the training now. Fuck me like it means winning.”
They untangled Evan’s legs from his pants together, but when Anna reached to pull the cock ring off Evan’s fingers, he looked at her sharply and pushed her back down onto the bed.
Gasping, Anna grinned. “Another 8.” She writhed on the bed and watched him stretch the cock ring over his hardening cock and balls. “You’re almost to a 9.”
Still on his knees, Evan reached down and grabbed a fistful of her blouse. “Sit up and suck my cock.”
Anna was so genuinely stunned by the authority in his voice that at first she didn’t know what to do. Only a few seconds passed before Evan dragged her into a sitting position and thrust his cock toward her face. “That’s worth about a 3.”
If Anna’s mouth wasn’t suddenly full of cock, she would have protested and said it was much closer to 10 than anything he’d done before. It was only when he gripped her head and began fucking her mouth that she realized that he’d been scoring her. And he had every right to; they both needed to be making 10s for this to work.
Redoubling her cock sucking efforts left Evan panting heavily and wonderfully hard. The cock ring had been the best thing she could have done for him tonight.
Evan said nothing, just gripped her like he never quite managed in rehearsal, pulled his cock free and pushed her down onto the bed. Anna didn’t submit easily, loving the way he rose to her resistance.
After a short wrestle, he soon had her on her stomach and physically lifted her hips and ass to the air. It was a marvelous display of strength and dominance and utterly aroused her. Anna clutched the bedclothes and arched her back, presenting as inviting a backside as she possibly could.
“Give me a 10, Evan. Show me what is it like to be fucked by Olympic champion?”
His cock became an extension of his determination. It felt far thicker and more powerful than the cock ring could account for, and Anna knew it was the intent behind it that explained the difference. His hips worked tirelessly, and he clutched her thighs, dragging her closer. The force of his thrusts sent the hotel bed banging into the wall and the cheap, cliché act only served to turn Anna on even more.
For once, Evan had surpassed his usual timidity-and by quite a bit. It was beyond good and Anna’s moans of approval were not unjustly elaborated. If he’d been like this from the start, she felt they would have been dancing 10s in week two. Of course, if he’d been like this from the start, they never would have needed to go to bed together.
“Yes!” she shouted, encouraging him. She shimmied her hips back against him until he moaned. “You are hitting 10s now, Evan! Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
To her delight, because of the cock ring, Evan could obey. He actually managed to pick up speed, twisting slightly to thrust at a deeper angle. Anna buried her face into the mattress as her body started to tighten with the onset of her orgasm. She licked her fingers and pushed her hand between her legs, letting the force of Evan’s thrusts jostle the hand she now held on her clit.
She let out a muffled cry into the mattress and then she was coming even as Evan continued to fuck her. The rolling of her hips grew sporadic as her orgasm overtook her ability to perform. She writhed against Evan and heard his sharp intake of breath once he felt and realized she was coming.
Hearing Evan behind her instead of Jonathan made Anna remember where she was and what she was doing. While her body was still convulsing in climax, she moaned out a low, “10!” and began working her body up and down Evan’s cock again. She wouldn’t be out done. “10s!”
Behind her, Evan was silent and focused. It was only the strained tone of his grunts that made her realize that he was coming; she thought he’d released much earlier. It was an almost surreal sensation to feel Evan coming as she rode out the last tremors of her own orgasm; like finishing the perfect dance in unison. His thrusts grew arhythmic for a few seconds, and then it passed and he kept fucking her.
Too tired to laugh in success, Anna dropped her hands to the sheets and clutched them, lifting her torso off the bed to look back at him. Evan wore his competition face, his brows furrowed, eyes dark and determined. Only his hair flopping around ruined the imagery. She memorized his face, the way the sweat stood out on his arms and ran down the rivulets of his chest. She let him go a few minutes and then gasped, “You can stop now.”
He didn’t at first, and she rocked her hips back against him a few times, aware he was caught up in the novelty of having an erection post orgasm.
When he finally pulled out, Anna expected him to break his game face and punch the air in success. Instead, he collapsed ecstatically on the bed beside her and shivered violently. Rolling to face him, Anna reached out and put her hand on his cock, delighting in the feel of hard shaft and balls. “Did you like that?”
Evan muttered something unintelligible and his hips gave a little involuntary twitch in her hand.
With some reluctance, Anna sat up and pulled the silicone ring slightly away, loosening his erection almost immediately. “You did very well.” She fed his balls through the ring and then laid it on his chest. “But, you won’t have this to rely on on the dance floor.”
Lolling his head to the side, Evan smiled sleepily up at her. “Don’t you ever shut up?”
“Is that any way to treat me after a night like that?”
Evan writhed on the bed and shuddered again. “That was amazing, Anna. I wish we were going to perform right now.”
She put a hand to her head, pushing back loose strands of hair. “Not me. Not as tired as I feel now.”
Evan stared up at the ceiling. “We are going to rock this Argentine tango.”
Putting her hand over the ring on Evan’s chest, Anna nodded. “That we are.”
--
On Monday, Evan brought two chocolate protein shakes to their dressing room. Anna lit his candle and locked the door. As Evan cranked up the volume of the music blaring from his iPhone, she tied a blindfold around his eyes and got on her knees. Within minutes she had his trousers down, the cock ring securely fitted against his body and his hardened cock in her mouth.
To strains of Jay-Z, Evan picked Anna up, threw her down on the small couch against the wall and had his way with her. Anna’s nails dug gouges into the cushions as she held her tongue to keep from crying out. It wasn’t as powerful as their first night with the cock ring, but it left them both quaking with orgasm.
Evan flopped back on the couch, blind fold still in place, hard cock still jutting out, breathing sharply. As she recovered, Anna watched Evan, wondering who, if anyone, he thought of during sex.
The energy they released together lingered in the air throughout the day. Though they had hours to go, Evan remained focused on the dance and the competition, even in the face of awkward interviews and gentle ribbing from the others.
In the quiet few minutes before the show went live, Evan took her aside. “You have taught me so much these last few weeks, Anna. Not just about dancing, but about . . . how to live in general. I can never thank you enough.”
The sincerity was a little overwhelming. “You have been best student I have ever had the honor of teaching. I mean that, no matter what the judges or the results say.”
Evan smiled. “You’ve just done so much for me. I’ve never worked with a partner before. I’ve never had someone sacrifice as much for me as . . . as I’ve sacrificed myself. It really means a lot. More than I can say.” He pulled her close for a hug. “We’ve worked so hard on this dance,” he softly said. “I want to dedicate it to you.”
They were the sort of words and feelings that usually went unsaid. Anna closed her eyes and embraced Evan, drinking in his refreshing frankness. She was too overwhelmed to even properly reply.
On the dance floor, the ballroom seemed smaller than usual. Each face in the audience was perfectly clear, even the ones in the last row on the balcony. Tom and Brooke’s voices reverberated louder than normal. The lights sparkled that night brighter and hotter than ever. Evan’s hand in hers felt massive and right. It was as if all things had come together tonight to form this one perfect moment in time-and with cameras rolling, the entire world was invited to share it with them.
As the Argentine tango began, Anna felt the cascade of energy, emotion and tension in the room swell to a crescendo and she knew that no matter what happened in the competition, tonight would be their night.
-END-
Title: Ritual Intimacy
Recipient: outbreaksignal
Skaters/Pairings: Evan Lysacek/Anna Trebunskaya
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8,012
Warnings: Graphic sex, foul language.
Prompt: Evan and Anna - part of their pre-show ritual is to help each other relax a bit...
Disclaimer: The events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about.
A/N: Thanks very much to onehoureternity for playing beta.
Summary: Anna helps Evan develop some pre-show rituals that not only benefit both of them but enhances their intimacy and chemistry together as well.
Week One:
“Well, I don’t know. I’ve got this candle I always light before performances, and a couple songs on my iPod I listen to that really motivate me. Oh, and I reserve my chocolate protein shakes for competition days. It’s like a special treat to myself.”
Anna studied him coolly, doing her best not to let her gaze pass judgment, but one of her eyebrows couldn’t help but rise slightly. “There doesn’t seem to be much in those things for me.”
It was easy to see moment her words made sense to Evan, as his darkened eyes suddenly brightened. “I could bring the candle to our dressing room.” After a second of silence, he said, “And make you a chocolate shake?”
Anna laughed; what else could she do? “That’s not really what I had in mind.” She got up from the steps in their practice room. “Somehow, I thought you would have more . . . ritual.”
One of Evan’s hands rose to absently tug at the pendant of his necklace. “I’m not much into superstition, to be honest.”
Anna noticed him unconsciously touching the necklace and had to just smile. “I wouldn’t say they’re superstitions to the other dancers.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean . . . Well, it’s like, I don’t look down on what other people do. That’s just not for me, you know?” He shrugged, and then seemed to reconsider. “What do you do? If you think it’ll help us dance, I’m willing to try anything.”
“For me, it really depends on my partner.” Anna looked him over again, now that she was standing. His looks were so very different from his personality. She had prepared herself for a completely different sort of man. “We need to function as a unit. Our pre-performance preparations should involve both of us, together.”
Evan was looking uneasy. “I’ve seen how some of the pairs prepare for skating competitions. I’m not really sure I could do something like that. I mean, I want to work as a unit, definitely. But I really have to concentrate; to be in the zone.”
“That’s all right.”Anna approached him and laid a hand on his arm. “I think these things should develop naturally, anyway. We’ll see how it goes.” She gave the wiry muscle a gentle squeeze, noticing the way Evan slightly stiffened at the touch. He had no idea how to react to being casually touched, and it made something inside of Anna ache.
“Yeah.” It was like Evan was counting in his head and once he reached three, he stepped away from her touch. “Listen, uh. I’ve got to get to the rink now. We’ll work all this out soon enough. We’ve got ten weeks, haven’t we?”
Anna nodded and managed a smile as he departed. She wanted to admonish him for taking for granted that they’d make the semi-finals, but the positive thinking was so convincing she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.
--
Week Two:
The one word Anna would use to describe Evan was awkward. He was a technical genius, completely physically fit and quite possibly the most dedicated-to-perfection person she’d ever met. But he was so awkward. He sometimes tripped over his own feet. When he got excited, sometimes he said the strangest things-and then immediately attempted to cover them up by shutting down.
Initially, Anna thought she’d simply misjudged him based on looks-he presented as the typical male model type, after all. He wasn’t like that at all. Only, it wasn’t that he had a different personality than what she had expected; Evan didn’t even seem to know what his personality was, either.
When skating, he received his directions on how to act, what to eat, even what to say and how to think from his manager. Frank was a dedicated man and undeniably good for Evan’s work ethic, but he fed his values to Evan like they were his own until Evan not only parroted them back, but believed them. Anna had seen what such underhanded brainwashing could do to a person and it rubbed her the wrong way completely. Worse, it stifled what inner artistry Evan possessed. That might work on the ice, but if they were to come out of this with the mirror trophy she had to break through his walls.
She waited until after the cameramen filming segments for their package had gone home for the night before approaching the question. “So, what do you think we ought to do about our chemistry?” She pulled her towel across her sweaty neck.
Evan looked surprised, and Anna was struck how endearing those big brown eyes could be in off moments like this. “Isn’t that what we’ve been working on all day?”
“Yes.” She didn’t want to give him the wrong impression. “Do you think we have improved?”
For a few seconds, Evan only stared at her. “I thought we had.”
“I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel. To know.”
“I know we’ve improved.”
“Good.” Anna nodded. “But we can improve more.” She sat beside him on the practice stairs. “Your dancing is very good, technically.”
“I’ve heard this before.”
“The emotion is in there, Evan. I know it. You just have to unlock it.”
“I’ve taken acting lessons before, you know.”
“I know. But, I think that is the problem. You are acting. I want you to feel.”
Evan said nothing, but his brows furrowed in thought.
“Tell me,” Anna said, leaning so their shoulders touched, “when was the last time you had sex?” She felt Evan’s body stiffen and mentally determined to add two months to whatever answer he gave her.
After a considerable pause, Evan said, “Well, it’s been awhile.” He pressed his fingertips together. “I was really busy practicing for the Olympics. There wasn’t time for that sort of thing.”
“So, four months? “ Anna glanced at his hands. “Six months?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Of course you do. I am not asking who it was with, Evan. In fact, you know what? I don’t care when it was. You know when it was. That is what matters. Think about that day in your head and how long ago it was. How can you be intimate with me if you have not even allowed time to be intimate with yourself?”
“Oh. I’m intimate with myself.”
Anna almost laughed. She bit her lip and then managed a smile. “That’s a start.” She reached out and put one of her hands over his. “Sex is very intimate, Evan. You need to have a lot of sex to understand just how intimate it is. You need to lose yourself in the pleasure of your partner and let your partner lose herself in the pleasure of your body. Only then can you bring that level of intimacy to the dance floor; to have the sexual power without the act.”
Evan waited a few seconds before gently pulling his hands away from hers. “It’s easy for you; you’re married. I can’t just . . . go grab someone off the street to and have sex with them.”
Having seen some of Evan’s hanger’s on, Anna thought he could do exactly that, but this was Evan she was dealing with. “You’re not going to develop intimacy with me by having sex with other people.”
It took a second, but his face turned toward her, his eyes wider than even before.
She didn’t mean to, but Anna laughed and nudged him. “Is the thought really so horrifying?”
“No! No, it’s not that. I just.”
“I’m married and you are not interested in me. I know. That is why it is all right, and why we should consider it. Jonathan and I have discussed it. He understands completely where I am coming from.”
“I’m not sure I do.”
“Sex is an amazing, powerful thing. Not only will it make our dances more intimate, but it releases endorphins, which helps with stress. It is a wonderful pre-show relaxer. There are other benefits. I can get you a list, if you like.” When Evan said nothing, Anna got to her feet. “I think it is worth a try. Will you at least consider it?”
Evan’s only reply was the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.
Perhaps it was too soon. She did not want to force this; he had to come to the decision himself. “We have worked hard this week, getting closer all of the time. For now, we can see how the jive goes without sex. Don’t worry about it.”
She could see the relief in Evan’s eyes, but as she turned to gather her belongings, she also knew he would undoubtedly spend the next week turning it over in his head, until he was obsessed with the idea.
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Week Three:
“Evan, do you trust me?”
Looking up from typing on his cellphone, Evan raised his eyebrows. “Of course I do.”
Anna looked from listlessly stirring the chocolate protein shake Evan had made for her, over to the candle burning across their dressing room. It was definitely not doing for her what it did for him. The music he played that apparently psyched him up only threatened to give her a migraine, which something she definitely didn’t have time for. “Have you thought much about what I said last week?”
Evan’s fingers were still typing. He glanced down to finish what Anna assumed was a tweet, and then put the phone away. His expression was wide open. “You mean about . . . intimacy?”
“About having sex, yes.”
“But we did really well on the jive.”
“We did do ‘really well’ on the jive. We didn’t do perfect.” The way Evan’s face changed from open and playful to serious and focused on work hurt Anna’s heart every time. She loved dancing with Evan, but she hated the way he compartmentalized his life.
Even Evan’s voice had changed. “I trust you. If you really think it will give us an advantage, I’m willing to try anything.”
Anna set her chocolate protein shake aside. “Even now you’re just viewing it as another step to learn in your dance. Sex isn’t a technical thing to be learned.”
“What else can it be? We’re not attracted to each other, so it’s not like it’s going to happen naturally.”
That made one of Anna’s eyebrows raise. She got to her feet and put a hand on her hip. “You are not attracted to me?”
Evan looked at her, and then averted his gaze. “You know what I mean.”
“No, I do not. I find you very attractive, Evan. Your body is in excellent condition. I admire your dedication to keep it so fit. You are not interested in drugs or very much alcohol. You set goals and you don’t let anything distract you on your way to achieve them. There is so much about you that is dedicated and drive. It’s very sexy. This doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you, but if I let myself think about it, it does make my body desire yours.”
Evan’s mouth opened, but he didn’t say anything.
Anna hoped that meant he felt the same way about her, at least a little. In one fluid motion, she pulled her shirt off. She gauged Evan’s reaction, and how quickly it took his eyes to flicker from her face to her bra. Smiling, she pulled that free too, and, swaying her hips, closed the gap between them.
She straddled and fucked him, right there in the dressing room. It wasn’t by any stretch of the imagination bad; Evan seemed incapable of being bad. It wasn’t good either.
But, it did end up getting them to a score of 26.
--
Week Four:
Fucking in the dressing room hours before the performance show hadn’t been exactly ideal. It had been uncomfortable and a little awkward and Evan had been tense and nervous-exactly the opposite reaction Anna had been going for. Finding time just to eat and sleep was difficult with Evan’s schedule, so it wasn’t until the night before the performance show that Anna finally invited herself back to Evan’s apartment and got a moment alone with him that didn’t have to be dominated by training.
After a cursory tour of an apartment that obviously hadn’t been lived in much recently, it was clear to Anna that Evan had no idea what she was doing there. His attempts to be polite and hospitable instead of crawling right into bed were endearing. At times like these, Anna wanted to mother him. It would have been easy to put him to bed and watch him nod off. He certainly could have used the sleep.
She steeled herself against the idea; to win this competition, they had to be perfect. There was absolutely no time for coddling.
“How about a little coffee before I go?” Anna leaned against the door, managing a smile.
Evan slowly took on an expression of dismay as he realized she was serious. Glancing down at his big fancy gold watch, he shrugged apologetically. “I think Starbucks is totally closed by now.”
Anna laughed. “Surely you have got a coffee maker in your kitchen.”
“Yeah, but. I don’t know how good any of the coffee I have here is anymore. Anyway, I read it’s not healthy to have caffeine after six pm. It’s supposed to mess with your-“
“Evan, you are the single most oblivious man I’ve ever met.”
His mouth hung open and Anna swore she could see the cogs turning in his head. “I’m . . . sorry?”
“You don’t really think I came over for tour and cup of coffee, do you?”
Evan gestured with his arm. “There’s not really any room to practice in my living room.”
“We got 26 points last week. You want to top that, don’t you?”
“Of course.” As tired as he was, his eyes lit up slightly at that.
“Then, we need to have sex again.” She reached out and gripped the front of his shirt. “Better sex, this time. I want to feel the passion.”
Somehow Evan’s face blanched. He quickly looked apologetic. “Oh, it’s not that I don’t want to. I’ve just been practicing non-stop for this and Stars on Ice. I haven’t slept for days. I’m exhausted.”
“So am I. That has never stopped us from practicing before.”
“Well. Okay, but.” Anna was surprised by how tired and distressed Evan suddenly looked. “I’m not trying to get out of this, really. I’ve just really got to poo,” he confessed. “I’ve been holding it since this morning.”
Anna released him immediately and took a step back. “That is a little too much information.”
Evan said nothing; just slinked away, leaving Anna to prepare her own coffee.
She got out a mug while her coffee brewed, trying not to think about it, but couldn’t help but imagine Evan straining away on the toilet bowl one room over. It was the unsexiest image she’d ever conceived of him, and she almost poured the pot of coffee down the sink and let herself out chalking this up as a lost cause.
When Evan finally returned, he was fresh out of a shower and wearing only a towel wrapped around his narrow hips. It was such a relief Anna nearly dropped her mug. Evan was all perfectly chiseled lines and right-angles. His chest was a perfect sculpture made of sandstone. Crossing to him, Anna put her fingers on him, her palms running circles over his pectorals and then up, around his nipples.
Evan’s big hands undid the buttons of her blouse and simply pulled her little bra right over her head. It wasn’t as awkward as it had been in the dressing room the week before, but Anna still had to lead him to the couch and coax him down to lie on top of her.
His cock, when she got to it, was still soft, for which he muttered apologies. She silenced him by taking hold of it, and soon had him gasping in her ear. Once he was finally inside her, she stole a look at his face. She loved to look at Jonathan when they made love; to see the way pleasure distorted and softened his features.
Evan had closed his eyes, furrowed his brow and set his jaw while he worked his hips; it was the same face he wore for competitions. It took Anna a moment to realize how hard he was concentrating; that this was a performance he wanted to win. “Technical!” she gasped. “Even in sex, you’re being technical!”
Evan’s eyebrows curved up, but Anna could tell he hadn’t really heard her. A few seconds later he opened his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t even sound winded. “Fuck me!” Anna demanded. Though his weight was pinning her to the couch, she rolled her hips beneath him. “Don’t just go through the motions!”
“What?” For a moment, Evan fell out of sync. His thrusts slowed and the momentum was lost.
Grinning triumphantly, Anna wrapped her legs around him and worked her hips as well as she could beneath him. “Fuck me, Evan!”
To her delight, Evan let out a gasp; one completely uncontrolled and involuntary. His hips rolled once as he resumed his pace.
Before Anna could do anything further, Evan pulled his performance face back on. A moment passed and then even that changed to something deeper and tenser; Anna realized he was coming. It was silent, full of intensely controlled concentration.
The moment Anna realized this face looked just like the one she’d mentally envisioned straining away earlier, she stopped working her hips. She couldn’t even fake an orgasm-not that Evan noticed.
She managed to slide out from underneath him when it was all over, knowing without a doubt that Evan would sleep the night away on that couch if she let him. Frustrated with herself and how she’d let things get out of hand, Anna got dressed again and then woke Evan out of his sleep. Like this, he was even more of a zombie than usual, but she made him wash up, put on some clothes and get into his proper bed. She washed up his dishes before she let herself out.
She didn’t think it was possible, but Evan was even more awkward at the studio the following morning. By performance time he seemed back to normal, but when their hard work on the tango just produced an identical score from the previous week, Anna knew they had to seriously reevaluate everything.
Reaching a plateau in week four was unacceptable.
--
Week Five:
“I’m not saying we can’t keep doing we’ve been doing, plus Stars on Ice and fit sex into our schedule every night, just that’s more work than we thought. Sex is exhausting. There’s a reason Frank never let me, you know.” Evan didn’t even open his eyes from where he was resting.
“You’ve seen the rumba videos, Evan; it is all hips and yours are like concrete.”
“I know. I’m getting better.”
“You are, and then you are locking them up again each time you skate. There is no better way to loosen your hips up than five nights of very powerful sex.” She smiled. “You also dance much better when you’ve had sex just before a performance, too. It’s true.”
“I know, it’s just-“
“No more excuses. Stand up.”
Evan did as he was told, though his weary body hung like a broken frame.
“You want to win, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course.” Straightening up, he smiled. “Anna, this isn’t an excuse, all right? It’s just . . . I’m not like other guys. It’s harder for me to just have sex at the drop of a hat, even with a girl as pretty as you.”
“All the more reason we should be having it every night.”
“I can do hip exercises that stimulate intercourse. I don’t mind doing those. I could do a hundred sets of those. It’d probably be more useful, actually, considering how long I usually last once I finally do get it up.”
“It is about more than moving your hips, Evan.” Anna stepped close to him and put her hands on hips. She gently pivoted them and smiled at the way Evan let her manipulate him. “It needs passion. You’re not going to get that doing reps.”
Evan kept pivoting his hips, even once Anna released him. “How’s that?”
“I wish you were dating someone,” she said, not looking up. “Then you could practice with someone you cared about. I imagine that would help the passion.”
“I don’t even have time to sleep; when could I find time to date?”
“Evan Lysacek is the sort of man someone would wait for.” Anna gripped his hips again, adjusting their motion slightly. “If there is someone out there you are interested in, perhaps we could fly them out here one night. For practice.”
For just a moment, Evan’s hips stopped gyrating. “No. No, there isn’t anyone.”
As Anna readjusted his hips, she raised one of her eyebrows.
--
For the first three nights, the sex was good. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad. Anna could see improvements from night to night as Evan experimented in different speeds and different positions. But by the middle of the week, it was clear that training for both Dancing With the Stars and Stars on Ice was taking more of a toil on his body than he had anticipated.
The fourth night, he was too tired to get it up. Anna tried several things to stimulate him, and Evan apologized profusely for being so young and so difficult, but there was nothing to be done for it. Anna relinquished in the end. She knew when to listen to warnings from the body. Tonight, Evan would benefit more from an extra hour of sleep.
The result in the following day was obvious. With extra sleep and a little coffee, Evan was almost perky. His performance with Stars on Ice was inspired, and she managed to grab him immediately afterward, when he was still thriving off the adrenaline that performing live gave him. They had a ballroom rented for the whole night in a nearby hotel, but Anna had other plans.
Dodging interviewers, other performers and fans, Anna got Evan backstage and into one of the small skating locker rooms and locked the door behind her.
Evan was full of smiling laughter, still excited from the show. “What, you want to have sex in here?”
“Yes. Sit down.”
“I’m not going to be able to work my hips if I’m sitting.”
“You will be able to work them fine. Sit.”
Laughing, Evan approached her and squished her cheeks together. In a funny voice, he said, “You want to have sex in the stinky smelly locker room! Anna, I’m shocked. I so never knew about this side of you.”
Anna backed him up to one of the benches against the wall and sat him down. “This energy is good!” she said, opting to ignore his weirdness. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a length of fabric.
“Hey, what’re you doing?” Evan sat patiently still while she tied the fabric around his head.
“Blindfolding you.” She slipped the cloth over his eyes and tightened the knot.
“Oh.” He laughed, reaching for her and missing. “I can’t see anything.”
Smiling to herself, Anna walked away from him and pulled her hair into a tight bun. She watched him sitting patiently, occasionally lifting his head to try and peek out the bottom of the blindfold. “We are going to try different sex method tonight, Evan. Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“Good. This will be a nice surprise. Remember your hips and do not take your blindfold off.” Grinning to herself, Anna unlocked and opened the locker room door, walked out and removed her shoes. She held the door open for a few seconds and then returned, padding on soft feet. The door closed behind her with a loud thud. A few seconds later, she relocked it.
“Anna?”
After counting to thirty, Anna changed her clothes and pulled on a pair of thin gloves. She watched uncertainty spread across Evan’s face and the way he beetled his brow, listening to her every move. Once she was certain he was no longer sure if she was in the locker room with him or someone else was, Anna approached him again, making her steps fall far heavier than she usually did. She delighted in the way Evan very softly sucked in his breath. Without touching him, Anna went down on her knees.
Evan was seated with his legs slightly apart, allowing Anna, without any of her usual tenderness, to reach out and cupped him through his trousers, defining the curve of his cock through the fabric.
Evan gripped the bench he was sitting on, one hand clutching the wood on either side of him. The way he sucked in his breath as Anna tugged down his trousers told her she was on the right track. To her delight, Evan’s cock wasn’t completely flaccid when she felt him again, now just through his underwear.
Without the blindfold, she was quite certain he wouldn’t be reacting yet. Perhaps she was wrong; the adrenaline from performing for an adoring crowd was undoubtedly a powerful aphrodisiac.
Whatever the reason, Anna was pleased by the results. She tugged at Evan’s underwear and of his own accord Evan lifted his hips. Anna got herself comfortable on the floor before bending over Evan to breathe heat onto his cock. A grin curved her lips at the reaction that shot through Evan. Placing her arms flat across Evan’s thighs, Anna bent to take him into her mouth.
Evan grunted a groan, tightening his grip on the bench, but he didn’t do anything else.
Careful with how she touched him, Anna traced a path down his hardened cock with her tongue. She did not want Evan to recognize the feel of her hands, so she kept her gloves on and her grip firm when she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. Once she had her mouth around the head of his cock again, she used her other hand to tug Evan’s shirt. It took just a moment for him to realize she wasn’t going to bob her head-he was going to have to work his hips.
It was quite a sight to see Evan above her, blindfolded. Within a few minutes, he was engaged completely in what they were doing. His hips lifted entirely off the bench to allow his hips free range of motion. The veins in his arms stood out with the strain of holding his weight up, but Anna couldn’t appreciate it as much as she wanted. Evan fucking her mouth was more intense than she had expected, and it required all her attention to satisfy him while simultaneously not choking and maintaining her breathing.
His hip action, though, was divine.
It took less than ten minutes from start to finish, and the progress made was worth a hundred sets of hip repetitions.
While Evan was gasping, catching his breath from what seemed to be his most powerful orgasm with her yet, Anna was wiping her mouth and working feeling back into her legs so she could stand. She peeled off her gloves, changed back into her other clothes and moved over to the door.
Evan came sharply to attention at the sound of the door unlocking. To her surprise, he didn’t reach for the blindfold. Instead, he pulled up his trousers and ran a hand through his hair.
Anna could only smile as she let herself out. She put her shoes back on in the hall, slung the bag containing her extra clothes over her shoulder and unwrapped a piece of gum. She chewed it several times before she returned to the locker room. She stood by the door for a moment, just looking at Evan. Oral sex was not one of her preferred methods of intimacy. It wasn’t so much that it didn’t stimulate her, but that she craved the union and beauty of two bodies in motion together.
Still, there was something to be said about not being weary from sex or orgasm while Evan was. They’d certainly gotten through the motions a lot faster than usual, and she felt he’d not only worked his hips better this way, but had actually enjoyed it more.
“You can take the blindfold off now.”
It took Evan a moment to get the blindfold off-he gave up on untying it and just slipped it off his head. When he could see again, he glanced around the room as if genuinely surprised Anna was there alone. “That was . . . different.”
“You did very well,” Anna said. Her lips curved into a smile. “Or so I’m told.” Inclining her head for Evan to follow, she led him out of the locker room. “We’ll do something like that that again before our performance. Then you can dance rumba.”
“Anna, you are such an amazing teacher.” Evan took her bag to carry for her. “Are we going to practice now?”
“Yes, I think so. Do you feel ready now?”
“I really do, thank you.” He glanced behind him as they left the locker room. “Hey, Anna? Do me a favor, will you?”
“Yes?”
“I know it’s weird, but. Don’t ever tell me who that really was, okay?”
Anna smiled. “Of course not.”
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Week Six:
The locker room soirée and follow up blow job done in the same stealthy manner the day of the performance show earned them 27 points. It was one up from the previous two weeks, but Anna couldn’t help but be disappointed by the score-Nicole and Derek had pulled another two 10s and, of course, come in first place.
Evan was an excellent dancer, easily the best she’d worked with during her time with the show. Winning the Mirror Ball trophy was well within their reach, especially given Evan’s work attitude and determination. Triumphing over Nicole would be their biggest hurdle.
It might have been different if Evan hadn’t had to split his time between her and Stars on Ice. It wasn’t even the skating that was taking its toll on Evan; he thrived on the ice. It was the grueling travel that left him a zombie in the morning. He seemed incapable of sleeping on the bus and didn’t fare much better when he was on an airplane.
It not only left him irritable for their practices, but unfocused as well.
It was being so unfocused that Anna blamed the concussion on. But she knew, in the end, it was her fault. She hadn’t been careful enough. Evan was six-foot-two and she should’ve known better. Not only did her dancer have broken toes, now he had a concussion as well.
In one ill-timed move-for the stupid swing competition, no less!-she very easily could have ruined not only their chances at the Mirror Ball trophy, but ended Evan’s skating career as well.
“Evan, I cannot apologize enough.”
Evan put a big arm around her. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m fine.”
“You are not fine.”
“I’ll be fine. The doctor said I can skate tonight. That means I can rehearse our routine too. Stop worrying.” He gave her a squeeze. “I’ve performed through way worse.”
“You are going to kill yourself by thirty.”
“If I do, at least I’ll have an Olympic gold medal and a Mirror Ball trophy to show for it.”
Anna scowled. “That isn’t funny. We will take tonight off.”
“We can’t afford to take tonight off and you know it.”
“You are the teacher now?”
“We can at least practice the samba.”
They did practice, but Anna’s heart was not in it. Neither, she felt, was Evan’s. They both worked hard, and yet nothing seemed to come together. What hip action he’d picked up last week seemed to have dissipated, and none of her sexual tricks were working to get him back on track. Worst of all, it was the mid-season show and she knew how the producers played the game. They’d shake up the leader board in any way they could, which meant anything could happen.
They’d been getting too cocky and she was starting to feel it.
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Week Seven:
When Anna awoke on Wednesday, there was a text message waiting on her phone for her. It was from Evan and simply read, “I’m gonna make it up to you!!”
She flopped back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Somehow, despite all their practicing, they had only pulled a 21 with their samba. It was the first time since the start of the show that she had quite honestly thought they stood a chance of being eliminated. She’d hardly been able to sleep and she knew Evan hadn’t fared much better. They had both been wrecks yesterday and it angered her. They hadn’t performed poorly. These were real lives the show was affecting.
Though she would never say the judging had been unfair, the audience’s standing ovation did not at all mesh with the scoring that followed.
The only thing that she was certain of was that it had shaken up the leader board-just like the producers had wanted.
By the time she had dressed and reunited with Evan, she was tired. They could bounce back from this, she knew, but she was nevertheless demoralized and she knew Evan was too.
She found him stretching in the ballroom they’d rented for the night and energized after his Stars on Ice performance.
“Anna!” he started over to her immediately, enveloping her in a giant hug. “I just want you to know I am committed 100% to making the Argentine tango our best dance ever.”
His enthusiasm made her smile; not all was lost. “You have always such good attitude.” She nodded, putting her own demoralized feelings aside. She would be strong for Evan, who was always strong for her. “And you are good. You’re really good. We’re going to prove to them that you can be the best.”
“That’s what I like to hear!”
Their practice was intense. They fed off each other in a way they hadn’t before. Anna soon realized that the low score on the samba might have been the best thing that could have happened to them. Evan no longer wanted to just go the distance; he wanted to win. It meant he joked less and focused more, and as a result he improved by leaps and bounds.
The tango was extremely well suited for him as well-or would be, if he could get over his intimidation.
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On Thursday, she made the decision to cut their rehearsal short. Instead of practicing until midnight in their rented ballroom, she took Evan back to his hotel room just before eleven.
Evan waited until they were alone in the elevator. “Do we really have time to be having sex right now?”
She smiled. Evan could read her intentions now. “It is the most important thing we can be doing right now. We got cocky after the rumba and stopped having sex because of your concussion. It’s possible that contributed to our score suffering.”
“You’ve gotten me this far, Anna. I trust you.”
“The Argentine tango involves so much male dominance, Evan. You are almost there, but not quite. Before, we concentrated the sex on your hips. Now we must concentrate it in another way.”
They lapsed into silence as the elevator opened and didn’t speak until Evan had his door unlocked and they were safely inside his hotel room.
Anna reached into her purse. “First, I want you to put this on.”
Perplexed, Evan took the stretchy ring out of her hand. “I thought it was a condom.”
“It’s a cock ring.” She tugged it slightly. “Have you ever used one?”
The expression on Evan’s face told her that he hadn’t, but he said, “No.”
“I didn’t think so.” She opened her mouth to tell him to take off his clothes, and then held her tongue. He was supposed to be the one learning dominance tonight. “You will never master the Argentine tango unless you can completely make me submit to you.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
Anna raised her eyebrows. “Perhaps. Nevertheless, we will do it. Or do you want to come in last place again?”
Those dark eyes of his flashed, and his head snapped up. “I won’t come in last place again.”
The determination in his voice sent tingles throughout Anna’s body. “Prove that to me.”
To her lasting surprise, he grabbed her and kissed her, hard and long, bending her back as he did. They had not spent much time kissing during their sexual training; for Anna, it had felt like crossing a line. She raised her arms and clutched him closer, returning the kiss with a fervor she hadn’t realized she had.
Of course Evan wanted to kiss her. Of course he wanted to cross that line of intimacy. They weren’t playing anymore; they were in this to win.
Evan’s broad hands gripped her back and then lifted her off the floor with such ease that Anna gasped. When he laid her on the bed, it was with such fluidity she felt as though they were dancing. Stretching, she wriggled out of her top and twisted to start pulling down her trousers.
Watching her, Evan reached down and caught her wrists in his hand. She dimly noticed he’d put the cock ring around two of his fingers-then she lost track of it as he pinned her in place with one hand and used the other to pull her pants and panties off in one swift yank.
She stretched luxuriously on the bed. “I give that an 8. You have to do better than that.”
In the dim hotel light, Evan’s dark eyes locked on Anna’s and the fierce determination she saw in them gave her chills.
Kneeling over her, Evan pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing that perfectly chiseled torso that Anna never tired of looking at. Prior to Evan, had anyone ever told her she’d be so enamored of a man four and a half years her junior she never would have believed them. “Come on, Evan,” she encouraged. “Fuck me.” She reached up to cup his cock through his sweatpants. “You have the training now. Fuck me like it means winning.”
They untangled Evan’s legs from his pants together, but when Anna reached to pull the cock ring off Evan’s fingers, he looked at her sharply and pushed her back down onto the bed.
Gasping, Anna grinned. “Another 8.” She writhed on the bed and watched him stretch the cock ring over his hardening cock and balls. “You’re almost to a 9.”
Still on his knees, Evan reached down and grabbed a fistful of her blouse. “Sit up and suck my cock.”
Anna was so genuinely stunned by the authority in his voice that at first she didn’t know what to do. Only a few seconds passed before Evan dragged her into a sitting position and thrust his cock toward her face. “That’s worth about a 3.”
If Anna’s mouth wasn’t suddenly full of cock, she would have protested and said it was much closer to 10 than anything he’d done before. It was only when he gripped her head and began fucking her mouth that she realized that he’d been scoring her. And he had every right to; they both needed to be making 10s for this to work.
Redoubling her cock sucking efforts left Evan panting heavily and wonderfully hard. The cock ring had been the best thing she could have done for him tonight.
Evan said nothing, just gripped her like he never quite managed in rehearsal, pulled his cock free and pushed her down onto the bed. Anna didn’t submit easily, loving the way he rose to her resistance.
After a short wrestle, he soon had her on her stomach and physically lifted her hips and ass to the air. It was a marvelous display of strength and dominance and utterly aroused her. Anna clutched the bedclothes and arched her back, presenting as inviting a backside as she possibly could.
“Give me a 10, Evan. Show me what is it like to be fucked by Olympic champion?”
His cock became an extension of his determination. It felt far thicker and more powerful than the cock ring could account for, and Anna knew it was the intent behind it that explained the difference. His hips worked tirelessly, and he clutched her thighs, dragging her closer. The force of his thrusts sent the hotel bed banging into the wall and the cheap, cliché act only served to turn Anna on even more.
For once, Evan had surpassed his usual timidity-and by quite a bit. It was beyond good and Anna’s moans of approval were not unjustly elaborated. If he’d been like this from the start, she felt they would have been dancing 10s in week two. Of course, if he’d been like this from the start, they never would have needed to go to bed together.
“Yes!” she shouted, encouraging him. She shimmied her hips back against him until he moaned. “You are hitting 10s now, Evan! Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
To her delight, because of the cock ring, Evan could obey. He actually managed to pick up speed, twisting slightly to thrust at a deeper angle. Anna buried her face into the mattress as her body started to tighten with the onset of her orgasm. She licked her fingers and pushed her hand between her legs, letting the force of Evan’s thrusts jostle the hand she now held on her clit.
She let out a muffled cry into the mattress and then she was coming even as Evan continued to fuck her. The rolling of her hips grew sporadic as her orgasm overtook her ability to perform. She writhed against Evan and heard his sharp intake of breath once he felt and realized she was coming.
Hearing Evan behind her instead of Jonathan made Anna remember where she was and what she was doing. While her body was still convulsing in climax, she moaned out a low, “10!” and began working her body up and down Evan’s cock again. She wouldn’t be out done. “10s!”
Behind her, Evan was silent and focused. It was only the strained tone of his grunts that made her realize that he was coming; she thought he’d released much earlier. It was an almost surreal sensation to feel Evan coming as she rode out the last tremors of her own orgasm; like finishing the perfect dance in unison. His thrusts grew arhythmic for a few seconds, and then it passed and he kept fucking her.
Too tired to laugh in success, Anna dropped her hands to the sheets and clutched them, lifting her torso off the bed to look back at him. Evan wore his competition face, his brows furrowed, eyes dark and determined. Only his hair flopping around ruined the imagery. She memorized his face, the way the sweat stood out on his arms and ran down the rivulets of his chest. She let him go a few minutes and then gasped, “You can stop now.”
He didn’t at first, and she rocked her hips back against him a few times, aware he was caught up in the novelty of having an erection post orgasm.
When he finally pulled out, Anna expected him to break his game face and punch the air in success. Instead, he collapsed ecstatically on the bed beside her and shivered violently. Rolling to face him, Anna reached out and put her hand on his cock, delighting in the feel of hard shaft and balls. “Did you like that?”
Evan muttered something unintelligible and his hips gave a little involuntary twitch in her hand.
With some reluctance, Anna sat up and pulled the silicone ring slightly away, loosening his erection almost immediately. “You did very well.” She fed his balls through the ring and then laid it on his chest. “But, you won’t have this to rely on on the dance floor.”
Lolling his head to the side, Evan smiled sleepily up at her. “Don’t you ever shut up?”
“Is that any way to treat me after a night like that?”
Evan writhed on the bed and shuddered again. “That was amazing, Anna. I wish we were going to perform right now.”
She put a hand to her head, pushing back loose strands of hair. “Not me. Not as tired as I feel now.”
Evan stared up at the ceiling. “We are going to rock this Argentine tango.”
Putting her hand over the ring on Evan’s chest, Anna nodded. “That we are.”
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On Monday, Evan brought two chocolate protein shakes to their dressing room. Anna lit his candle and locked the door. As Evan cranked up the volume of the music blaring from his iPhone, she tied a blindfold around his eyes and got on her knees. Within minutes she had his trousers down, the cock ring securely fitted against his body and his hardened cock in her mouth.
To strains of Jay-Z, Evan picked Anna up, threw her down on the small couch against the wall and had his way with her. Anna’s nails dug gouges into the cushions as she held her tongue to keep from crying out. It wasn’t as powerful as their first night with the cock ring, but it left them both quaking with orgasm.
Evan flopped back on the couch, blind fold still in place, hard cock still jutting out, breathing sharply. As she recovered, Anna watched Evan, wondering who, if anyone, he thought of during sex.
The energy they released together lingered in the air throughout the day. Though they had hours to go, Evan remained focused on the dance and the competition, even in the face of awkward interviews and gentle ribbing from the others.
In the quiet few minutes before the show went live, Evan took her aside. “You have taught me so much these last few weeks, Anna. Not just about dancing, but about . . . how to live in general. I can never thank you enough.”
The sincerity was a little overwhelming. “You have been best student I have ever had the honor of teaching. I mean that, no matter what the judges or the results say.”
Evan smiled. “You’ve just done so much for me. I’ve never worked with a partner before. I’ve never had someone sacrifice as much for me as . . . as I’ve sacrificed myself. It really means a lot. More than I can say.” He pulled her close for a hug. “We’ve worked so hard on this dance,” he softly said. “I want to dedicate it to you.”
They were the sort of words and feelings that usually went unsaid. Anna closed her eyes and embraced Evan, drinking in his refreshing frankness. She was too overwhelmed to even properly reply.
On the dance floor, the ballroom seemed smaller than usual. Each face in the audience was perfectly clear, even the ones in the last row on the balcony. Tom and Brooke’s voices reverberated louder than normal. The lights sparkled that night brighter and hotter than ever. Evan’s hand in hers felt massive and right. It was as if all things had come together tonight to form this one perfect moment in time-and with cameras rolling, the entire world was invited to share it with them.
As the Argentine tango began, Anna felt the cascade of energy, emotion and tension in the room swell to a crescendo and she knew that no matter what happened in the competition, tonight would be their night.
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