Tango

'Martinez, a tango! You know how I love to tango...'1

'Yes, Maria, I know.' His eyes roll, dark iris' to swallow you whole.2

She takes his hand, her long fingers enter twining with his own. Tan skin against tan skin, white satin dress against black blouse and pants. Curly locks of dark brown against shoulder length tresses of black.3

'You are the man, Martinez... you lead.' Her eyes focus on his own, and within seconds he has taken off. To the right, he lulls into a step, quickly falling into the 'Slow-Slow-Quick-Quick-Slow' pattern. Like the flamenco that rings within their ears, they weave their way through the crowd.4

The center of the dance floor is clearing, he pulls her towards the middle in a large sweeping motion. Breaking the flow, they come together forcefully, his hand gripping at her thigh.5

'You shouldn't do that when my husband is watching.' She whispers to him over the music. He smirks, dipping her slightly, all in time with the music.6

'Why aren't you dancing with him, though?' His question floats in the air for a second as she circles her partner, fingers tracing dangerously close to his belt.7

'Why aren't you dancing with your wife?' He pulls her into a wide step towards the left, his right leg making large circular steps as the move, her own mimics his with a choreographed ease.8

'She only dances well in the bedroom.' He flings her to his right with an ease, her body lands the position, then curls swiftly back to his as the tempo rises. Their hips make contact just as the drum breaks into rhythm.9

She leans back, his hand holding her by the small of her back. Her fingers trail the floor as her drags her across the wooden paneling. His other hand reaches around to grip her waste, and he pulls her into a circular lift. Her dress flings gracefully, revealing her tan legs to the audience. The audience gasps.10

The two continue to dance, the center of attention now. As they go into a left turn and swing, she pulls herself towards him, locking her arms in his. 'I'll take that comment as a compliment, Martinez.'11

He smiles, and ups the speed of their movement. Her curls sling wildly as they move, her eyes focus only on his.12

As the music comes to an end, she jumps into his arms as he spins, and pulls her into a low lunge, ending in time with the music. The audience claps as he leans to whisper in her ear.13

'This has been a wonderful honeymoon.'14