Dirty Dancing

Ardour

ardour: noun

great enthusiasm or passion.

10 pm

It was way past my bedtime. My hair that wasn't encased by the helmet, buffeted in the wind. The jacket that was too big for me threatened to fly off. The cool air of the night froze my legs to a numb. And I was clutching onto a boy I just met for dear life.

I was supposed to be uncomfortable, I think, but I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed watching the wind dishevel his hair, I enjoyed looking at his structured face through the rearview mirror, I enjoyed holding onto him and feeling his tense muscles. I enjoyed it so much that I screamed in excitement and threw my arms in the air.

I felt his body vibrate against mine as he chuckled in response to my little act.

'Are you all right?', he spoke over the loud breeze.

'Perfect!', I said, smiling giddily.

'Good. Now I know you don't generally do these things but I thought it might be fun.'

I replied with a simple okay, pondering over where he could be taking me.

After a while, the bike's throaty sound came to a halt. We were on the main road, I looked around and found a scarce number of people walking the streets.

We got off the bike and Nicholas took my hand, it felt foreign, but it gave me a kick.

We stopped just under a sign that said 'Dancing'.

I've gone dancing before!

Loud music was heard from the outside making my heart thump. The bouncer let us in immediately and my grip on Nicholas' hand grew tighter.

People.

Everywhere.

But this wasn't a normal club. It was different, vintage.

The boys and girls all moving to the rhythm of the music. It was sultry and almost carnal.

You didn't know this type of dancing, it was alien to you.

I gasped as Nicholas pulled me to the centre of the floor.

He saw the look of fright I gave him.

'Don't worry, I've got you. Just follow.', he smiled and put my arms around his neck.

He palmed my hips and started to move them side to side along with his. One of his legs was between mine, just at my crotch. We were both grinding against each other.

Your heartbeat sped, trying to follow along and take in the fact that you're dirty dancing with Nicholas Black.

He is so hot.

His mouth was near your ear as his raspy voice sang,

'Pretty girl

Let's take it off, in this room

No time to waste

Girl, you know what we came to do'

Something as simple as someone's voice turned you on.

Maybe there was something in the air but now you felt a desire for more, for more of Nicholas. You were so aroused by his simple movements, begging for more.

The song was slowing down and Nicholas's hand went to the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair, gently tugging to bring your eyes to his.

'Do you trust me?', his eyes searching yours for the answer.

'I do.', you said without thinking, without hesitating, without even admitting it to yourself first.

You held eye contact with him as he licked his lips. Your eyes dropped to his mouth, making your lips part automatically.

'Fuck.', he whispered, gazing at you.

Just kiss me already.

Bursting your bubble, the song changed to a more fast-paced one.

'Are you ready?' he smirked.

'Ready for-?' before you could finish you were spun around so quickly and knocked straight into Nicholas' hard chest.

Your body was pressed tightly against his, you could feel his quick heartbeat.

'For some fun.' he said and dipped your body in a circular motion, your hair grazing the floor. He brought you up and your noses were touching.

'Hell yes.', you said and gave him a genuine smile.