T-Girl fairy tale 5

For the next several hours they danced. Their hands touching, their eyes smoldering, his hands sliding around on her waist and hips in the manner called for by each dance. He heaped mountains of silent praise upon his father for insisting that he learn to dance as a boy. For the two of them, time stood still. They passed pleasantries and he told her his first name, but both did everything possible to steer clear of who they really were. And oh how they flirted! Each caress, each touch, each brush, bolder than the one before, continually fanning the now raging fire of their lust for each other. The strain was more than they could bear and their need for each other had become positively palatable between them.

“You are incredible.”

He whispered to her as a dance move brought his lips close to her ear. She sighed delightedly.

“As are you my Lord.”

“I don’t mean to be too forward, but I must have you.”

He whispered in her other ear on the next dance step.

“And you shall. Every inch of me.”

Without waiting for the music to end she took his hand and led him from the ballroom. Bypassing the small room where she’d taken all of her previous suitors she stepped out into a back hallway. He felt different to her, not like her suitors, but someone who wanted her for herself, not her station. Angel wanted this romantic feeling to continue in a room with a real bed. As they scurried up the hallway Jared noticed a woman wearing a dress that looked exactly like Patrice’s in a corner. Strangled cries from the corner told him that it was Patrice and she had obviously found her potential husband. In the dimly lit hallway he could just make out the movement of her hips as she thrust herself into whoever the unfortunate man was, stinging him as a spider would a fly.