Dance Academy discussion

She has money so it is built to her needs, and has 1 1/2 baths, 1 bedroom

She groaned, picking up her bag then pouring the water from the umbrella, stomping wetly up the steps to her door before unlocking the door, stepping in and hanging up her coat, putting the folded umbrella in it's proper stand, eager to get out of the sopping clothes.

She bit her lip, knowing it would polite yet inappropriate for her to offer him to stay, considering her feelings for him. She listened to the wind howl and saw lightening streak across the sky. "Uhm..sure," she found herself staying.

She inhaled his scent when she passed and stood in the doorway as he walked down the front steps. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. "Wait!" she called. "At least come in and dry your clothes and wait for it to pass," she yelled over the wind in a half hesitant voice.

"No!" she called, her eyes sorrowful. "Please. I would never forgive myself if you got sick or hurt. And not just because you're the lead role," she half smiled, feeling the butterflies take off again.

She took the umbrella and put it up, brushing a stray strand of hair back with her now too long, wet sleeve. She shut the door behind him and locked it, all the lights already on. "The laundry room is down the hall to your left. You can put your clothes in the dryer. There's a box..above the washer with some of my old boyfriends' clothes in it. Some of them might fit you," she said, biting her lip. "I'm going to go take a shower," she said, turning and walking back towards her room, already pulling off her shirt as she disappeared, hating the wet feel.

Once in her room she threw her clothes in a small corner of her large bathroom, looking in the mirror and taking down her semi-wet, golden brown hair, brushing through it before pulling her silk robe off it's hook and slipping it on, making sure it covered her bra and panties before turning the large shower on to heat up, looking out the window above the tub at the rain before shutting the blinds.

She walked into the living room. It was very large, so one could get around on back hallways and not be seen, though she figured he was still in the laundry room, and hoped he had decency not to enter her bed or bath. She flipped on the TV to the weather, watching the large flatscreen for a moment before turning to walk back toward her room.

((Is she in her bedroom? Or her bedroom hall or just a hall?)) She sighed, jumping at a clap of thunder, turning the corner to her room and beginning to untie her robe.

((kk))
She walked through her room into the bathroom, stepping out of her robe and into the steaming shower, sighing in the relief the heat brought.

She sighed as she stepped out, wrapping a towel around her and blow drying her long hair, walking into her room and putting on a large green sweatshirt with small, plaid green men's boxers under it, being sure to clean up after herself, applying a touch of makeup and spraying a small amount of perfume on her neck and wrists, admiring herself before turning and walking into the living room, sitting on the couch and watching the news.

She looked over her shoulder at him, taking in his appearance- sweatpants and a rugby t-shirt. "Yeah. It brings back good memories," she smiled before turning her attention back to the overly-made newscaster.

"Yeah," she smiled, looking at the boy who was a year younger but could easily pass for much older, due to how small her disease made her. He was so muscular, he had a defined jaw and perfectly swept blonde hair, even when it was wet. She bit back a sigh and stretched her feet out, but they failed to reach the table so she folded them up beside her.

She smiled in sadness. "Well, I guess I'll find out. In the 10 years since I bought this place I've spent 5 weeks here a year. Now.. I don't know," she whispered, pulling her knees to her chest and tucking back her long hair.

She motioned to a short shelf below her TV, watching him get up and stretching out, thought she only took up 2-thirds of the couch. "But we don't have to watch a movie. Whatever you find fun!" she called from the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker.

She frowned,decoding his riddle before raising an eyebrow at his back and half-smirking, swallowing hard. He didn't know. Didn't know how experienced she was. And all the cast members she'd been used by. He still thought of her as a child. These thoughts flashed through her seriously and she frowned, pouring coffee into her mug.

She shrugged, leaning over the back of the couch and putting her coffee down, her head right next to his. She promptly closed her eyes and put her finger to one, opening her eyes. "That one," she smiled, vaulting easily over the back of the couch.

She shook her head. "Not off tour. It's all in the pantry," she said, watching the DVD load as she stretched a leg out, jerking a thumb over her shoulder and watching the perfect man walk from the room.

She watched him, giggling and pulling her sweatshirt over her sleeves. "You are so childish," she smiled, though her eyes followed his moves slowly.

She took a large cookie, breaking it apart in her hands. "Fine then. You are so very..handsomely boyish," she breathed, then blushed at her actions, her eyes on him, wondering if he noticed

She put it back on the plate, crossing her arms and putting on a difficult face. "You'll have to force me to eat something that stupid," she pouted, feeling giddy besides the storm.

She smirked doubtfully, raising her eyebrows. "Whatever," she crossed her arms, leaning back against the arm of the couch.

She sunk back into the cushions and stifled a giggle. "Yes." she said smugly.

She gasped at his touch, her eyes widening in shock, feeling a pull in the pit of her stomach. "I..I'll eat it," she whispered, her eyes upon his with a different emotion.

She bit her lip, slowly biting into it and swallowing. Hard. His eyes like embers upon her, the weight of his body. She felt herself blushing as she took another bite, the feeling in her stomach that was definitely not butterflies growing.

She didn't move for a moment, the feeling slowly dissipating as her breathing slowed, she looked up at the light then sat up, watching the movie and trying to pretend she was fine, which only made her blush more.

She cleared her throat, standing with out responding, picking up her coffee and dumping it in the sink, rinsing it out and setting it in the dishwasher, turning a retrieving a glass silently from a cabinet. She had never really liked the movie, it had been an ex-boyfriend's "favorite". She recalled thinking of him as immature, though not like Ethan. Ethan liked acting kiddish, but, unlike her ex, she knew he could be all too much of a man. She let out a breath she didn't think he could hear, leaning over her glass for a moment. It wasn't the action. It was the fact that it was Ethan, who knew each and every thing about her, and vice versa. The child she had been raised as a sister to.

Oh God. she thought, feeling like a child. Abs. He's got abs. And not- "Oh I work out just so I can tell you I do" abs, or "I have abs because I'm trying to compensate" abs, but he has "rock hard 'cuz I'm an awesome athlete" abs. She recovered quickly, standing precariously on a stool on pointe in her pantry, reaching for her red wine before retrieving it, uncorking it and pouring it into her glass. "No, I'm fine," she smiled. No. It's not what you did wrong, it's what you did right

She turned, throwing back a sip and raising an eyebrow at him over her pursed lips. "What do you mean?" she demanded, though her mind raced and she feared he would spot the fresh tint of pink on her cheeks, swallowing hard past her smile.

((Should he get her drunk or not?))

...

She drained the glass and refilled it. "Please. It's just.. relaxing," she shot back, walking into the living room with her glass and sitting criss-crossed on the floor in the dimmed room. "I know!" she gasped, recalling a rainy day game from childhood. "We should play truth or dare" she smiled like a child.

She shrugged. "Wine and brandy." she sat the glass before her, looking up at him as he sat. "Okay...you first" she said, stifling a giggle.

She sighed in thought, never having been good at dares and biting her lip. She gasped and shot up, running into the kitchen before coming back, something in her hand. She tossed a molded roll at him. "This has been in my fridge for three months..eat it" she laughed, sitting down, wishing she had the courage to actually challenge him.

She stuck her tongue out, shaking her head. "Okay..me turn..." she wavered. "Uhm..you chose," she said quickly.

She sighed, her head in her hand. "Umm..dare." she muttered without thinking, studying a tiny stain on the carpet before her eyes swept back up to him.

She bit her lip and sat in indecision, then leaned forward slowly, and felt her hand dart to the glass. She couldn't do that. Well, she wanted to, but her mind told her no. She knocked back a drink, her mind praising her as her heart ached. "Your turn," she said, setting the glass down slowly.

She sealed hard, wondering if he knew what he was doing, taking another sip of wine. "Um...how old were you your first time?" She asked plainly

She scowled at him for withholding information but then decided quickly, the alcohol talking. "Dare"she smiled

Normally, she would've refused instantly. But with the wine in her blood and Ethan in front of her, she slowly let her fingers fall to the edge of her sweatshirt, lifting it up over her head do she sat in a pink cushioned bra to push her into a "b"cup and her boxers, her defined white abdomen exposed. "You're turn,"she added

She smirked. "I date you to do the craziest thing you can think of. Like that one you've always wanted to do but have been too scared"she said, quoting him from before.

She nodded and picked it up, looking down at it and turning it right side out. "Dare,"she smirked at him with her wine clouded mind.

Sure raised an eyebrow and knocked back the rest of the wine. "Refill this. Oh and what do you pick?"

She poured it out, smiling devilishly. "Oh god that's hard lemme think. Um..ok. If you could bang anyone of your friends, who would you pick?"

She gasped, throwing her head back and laughing, assuming she want included. "No..no I didn't!" She gasped in phony shock. "I don't say words like that! I'm perfect virgin Sydney! Who never does anything but dance!" She giggled, putting a halo above her head.

She waved her arms. "Does this look public?" She laughed, nodding. "Okay..truth"

She realized his shirt moving and felt her breathing increase as she bit into her lip, then realizing what he had asked, her eyes darting up. "Being used and left behind"she whispered, feeling the sure grow thick as the room seemed to spike a few degrees

She but deep into her lip and nodded, looking down and running get fingers around the rim of the glass.

She pulled her chin back but it didn't budge in his grasp, and she meet his eyes uneasily. "A couple castmates from different shows"she breathes

She nodded, leaning back and laughing uneasily. "I'm not giving you names"she chuckled

"I don't want you to,"she spat back, standing and draining the last of the wine with a satisfying buzz before rinsing it in the sink, starting at the counter with her back to him.