The Queen I desire
Title: The Queen I desire
Featuring: Lee Chaerin (CL), Kwon Jiyong (GD)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Everything was so seductive, teasing, dramatic and overbearing, all at once. It felt like I was watching them having sex on the dance floor..."
' Author's NoteWrote this on impulse after watching this dance film, Take the Lead starring Antonio Banderas (if you're into dance films, I recommend you watch it). I've always had a thing for dance films. I like the passion I feel whenever I'm watching one. hahaha.
Breathe, Kwon Jiyong. Breathe… or you’ll just die of suffocation.
I clutched my heart and took a deep breath. The air filled in my lungs and I felt alive again.
This was bad. Very bad.
Silently, I watched her, the reason for my lack of oxygen, as she walked to the center of the room.
Her, the perfect illustration of beauty.
Her, the gorgeous rendition of divinity.
Her, the ultimate definition of desire.
Her, Lee Chaerin.
I was oblivious to the wide mirrors that reflected her, or the loud clicks of her heels on the hardwood floors, or even the women who were trying to get my attention. I didn't see them until they were blocking my view, but even then, I only notice them long enough to move.
To me, at this very moment, nothing mattered more than watching her. Tearing my eyes away from such a sight would be the blackest of blasphemy.
The way she moved was confident and strong. Bold, yet so beautiful. Her vivacious long hair was let down, framing her perfect facial features. Her long lashes wrapped around her deep dark chocolate eyes and her liquid crimson lips appeared bold and daring. The red satin dress that hugged her body made her figure look lean and sexy yet so graceful and elegant at the same time.
Her strong, charismatic presence was made known as her body commanded attention from every soul within the room.
She was a queen. The queen I would forever desire.
And the queen’s eyes were fixed upon me.
Or so I wished.
I knew very well that it wasn’t and will never be me she was looking at.
She probably would never come to see any other man except…
…the man who stood beside me.
As if on cue, a loud, dissonant melody erupted from the speakers somewhere in the room and I knew I was going to die all over again. Like I always did whenever I watched the other man touch her.
Yes, the other man.
The other man, standing right next to me was about to touch her again.
Slowly, they began to approach each other and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Now apart by only 10 inches or so, the man took her in his embrace, holding her in a tango position. Her body was pressed chest-to-chest with his and it was driving me insane. I could feel the blood boiling in my veins and I found it hard to breathe again.
I would push myself off the wall I was leaning on this very instant, trudge my way to them, take her away from his arms and kiss her senseless.
But I knew I could never bring myself to do that.
The good, perfect Kwon Jiyong will never allow it.
Not when the other man was his dear best friend.
So instead, dear Kwon Jiyong will continue to stay where he was and watch.
Watch them till the very end.
Like he always did.
The echoed sound of violins and sitars began to play from the speakers and they began to dance. Their steps were sharp, precise and their bodies moved together with such synchronization that one would think that they were dancing with one body and one soul. With a step and a spin, rhythmic clicks on hardwood floors, they danced with so much passion, skill, and prestige… but more importantly, it was the intense love I could see that they share for one another that left me envious.
It was hard to deny the chemistry they share.
Even for me.
Oh, how I wish I could take his place...
I would sell my soul for one dance with her...
I would give anything just to have her love…
The music sped up, as their pace did as well. She pushed away from him; he pulled her back, twirled her around then to dip her low, close to the floor, and finally brought her back up again. The chords of the violin echoed in each movement. A lunge, a drop, a catch only draws one deeper into the dance.
Following the beat of the Latin music, she had a leg wrapped around his waist and I watched as his one hand brushed fervently across the smooth skin of her exposed thigh. Her fierce hands then moved slowly from his chest, to settle around his neck. His other hand brought her body closer to his and it was driving me off the edge. Now, their bodies were pressed against each other, foreheads touching, and lips just centimeters away from one another.
Everything was so seductive, teasing, dramatic and overbearing, all at once.
It felt like I was watching them having sex on the dance floor.
It killed me inside, knowing very well that I could only watch and do nothing.
I could feel the song nearing its’ end and I was sure they knew as well. With the last note of the violin from the speakers, they ended with a lunge; dramatic and deep.
With that, the tango for two ended.
And just like the many times before, I died once again.
Featuring: Lee Chaerin (CL), Kwon Jiyong (GD)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Everything was so seductive, teasing, dramatic and overbearing, all at once. It felt like I was watching them having sex on the dance floor..."
' Author's NoteWrote this on impulse after watching this dance film, Take the Lead starring Antonio Banderas (if you're into dance films, I recommend you watch it). I've always had a thing for dance films. I like the passion I feel whenever I'm watching one. hahaha.
Breathe, Kwon Jiyong. Breathe… or you’ll just die of suffocation.
I clutched my heart and took a deep breath. The air filled in my lungs and I felt alive again.
This was bad. Very bad.
Silently, I watched her, the reason for my lack of oxygen, as she walked to the center of the room.
Her, the perfect illustration of beauty.
Her, the gorgeous rendition of divinity.
Her, the ultimate definition of desire.
Her, Lee Chaerin.
I was oblivious to the wide mirrors that reflected her, or the loud clicks of her heels on the hardwood floors, or even the women who were trying to get my attention. I didn't see them until they were blocking my view, but even then, I only notice them long enough to move.
To me, at this very moment, nothing mattered more than watching her. Tearing my eyes away from such a sight would be the blackest of blasphemy.
The way she moved was confident and strong. Bold, yet so beautiful. Her vivacious long hair was let down, framing her perfect facial features. Her long lashes wrapped around her deep dark chocolate eyes and her liquid crimson lips appeared bold and daring. The red satin dress that hugged her body made her figure look lean and sexy yet so graceful and elegant at the same time.
Her strong, charismatic presence was made known as her body commanded attention from every soul within the room.
She was a queen. The queen I would forever desire.
And the queen’s eyes were fixed upon me.
Or so I wished.
I knew very well that it wasn’t and will never be me she was looking at.
She probably would never come to see any other man except…
…the man who stood beside me.
As if on cue, a loud, dissonant melody erupted from the speakers somewhere in the room and I knew I was going to die all over again. Like I always did whenever I watched the other man touch her.
Yes, the other man.
The other man, standing right next to me was about to touch her again.
Slowly, they began to approach each other and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Now apart by only 10 inches or so, the man took her in his embrace, holding her in a tango position. Her body was pressed chest-to-chest with his and it was driving me insane. I could feel the blood boiling in my veins and I found it hard to breathe again.
I would push myself off the wall I was leaning on this very instant, trudge my way to them, take her away from his arms and kiss her senseless.
But I knew I could never bring myself to do that.
The good, perfect Kwon Jiyong will never allow it.
Not when the other man was his dear best friend.
So instead, dear Kwon Jiyong will continue to stay where he was and watch.
Watch them till the very end.
Like he always did.
The echoed sound of violins and sitars began to play from the speakers and they began to dance. Their steps were sharp, precise and their bodies moved together with such synchronization that one would think that they were dancing with one body and one soul. With a step and a spin, rhythmic clicks on hardwood floors, they danced with so much passion, skill, and prestige… but more importantly, it was the intense love I could see that they share for one another that left me envious.
It was hard to deny the chemistry they share.
Even for me.
Oh, how I wish I could take his place...
I would sell my soul for one dance with her...
I would give anything just to have her love…
The music sped up, as their pace did as well. She pushed away from him; he pulled her back, twirled her around then to dip her low, close to the floor, and finally brought her back up again. The chords of the violin echoed in each movement. A lunge, a drop, a catch only draws one deeper into the dance.
Following the beat of the Latin music, she had a leg wrapped around his waist and I watched as his one hand brushed fervently across the smooth skin of her exposed thigh. Her fierce hands then moved slowly from his chest, to settle around his neck. His other hand brought her body closer to his and it was driving me off the edge. Now, their bodies were pressed against each other, foreheads touching, and lips just centimeters away from one another.
Everything was so seductive, teasing, dramatic and overbearing, all at once.
It felt like I was watching them having sex on the dance floor.
It killed me inside, knowing very well that I could only watch and do nothing.
I could feel the song nearing its’ end and I was sure they knew as well. With the last note of the violin from the speakers, they ended with a lunge; dramatic and deep.
With that, the tango for two ended.
And just like the many times before, I died once again.