Private Lesson

She knew she was getting old. The mere thought of relaxing in a hot bath with a glass of flavored vodka and relaxing music excited her. She loved teaching dance, but she hated the way the sweat cooled and stuck to her skin. 

“I should shower first to get this film off, then a relaxing bath! Man, what music today, though? System of a Down? Maybe some Papa Roach? Mudvayne perhaps? Hmm…” she trailed off, lost in thought as she entered her apartment, oblivious to the fact that she hadn’t unlocked the door.  

Dante’s vibrant blue eyes stared straight at her as she placed her keys on the small table by the door. The large white cup filled with lukewarm hot chocolate stayed pressed to his lips. 

Reese stopped in her tracks. She looked up, her eyes locking with Dante’s hungry gaze. Her upper lip twitched into a hound’s snarl. “How in the hell did you get in here?” she yelled, her face red in seeing her beloved in nothing but a dark red men’s thong.

Chuckling, he smirked. He set the cup down on the glass table in front of him before stretching his arms out along the back of the couch. “Come on now, Reese’s Pieces, I’m the great legendary Dante! I can get in anywhere.”

Reese rolled her eyes as she approached the table. She picked up the cup and traveled to the sink. 

“I thought you weren’t working today,” Dante stated.

“Julia caught pneumonia. I taught her class today. It was pretty interesting. I didn’t know beforehand that she was teaching swing. I forgot how fun swing dancing could be,” she replied, a small smile forming on her lips. 

“That must have required a lot of energy. I guess that means you have no energy for me then,” Dante said, his voice lowered.

Reese’s heart felt as if it had stopped. Every bone in her body suddenly felt stiff. Dante was behind her, his arms trapping her between him and the kitchen sink. 

When had he moved? Why didn’t I sense him? How did his gigantic ass get over here without making a sound?

She blinked and relaxed her body. She turned to face him before lifting herself to sit on the sink. She grabbed Dante’s face, the short hairs on his cheeks tickling her hands. She brought his face close to hers and locked her lips with his, savoring the taste of chocolate on his flesh. She broke their kiss, smirking faintly at Dante’s gesture of moving forward to catch her lips again.

“I suppose I have time to give you a private lesson,” she whispered. “But!” she said as she ran a finger gently along his jawline, “I lead this time.”