The Dance

The drops caused a quiet thumping noise which echoed in her ears. Maybe if he would speak to her, then it wouldn’t be so darn annoying. Instead he sat across from her his dark brown eyes fixated on her. He allowed his gaze to penetrate her very being. She turned from him and leaned over the front seat of the car. She turned the nob for the radio and the music blasted out of the speakers. She played with the switches until the song on the radio matched her mood, which was somewhat dark but with a strong beat.

As they sat in silence allowing the music to pour over them she began to bob her head to the music. The rhythm was starting to seep into her. She was feeling more and more invigorated. She looked up from her hands and met his eyes again. They were sweet and caring, and too deep to look into for too long. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips before leaning away and finally speaking.

“I want to dance,” she leaned in over the front seat again and turned the volume up as far as it would go, before turning toward the car door at her back and opening it. She stepped gracefully out and walked a few feet. Behind her he stumbled out of the car trying desperately to escape the noise. She started to dance as drops of cold rain hit her skin. The rain felt refreshing as it soaked her hair which billowed in the wind and spun around her with every sharp turn of her head. She moved to the rhythm for a few moments before suddenly stopping and staring at him with a questioning look in her eyes.

“Dance with me? ” It was a mix between a command and a question. He obliged and stepped toward her as he allowed his body to start moving to the rhythm. He danced with her for a moment before, his arms placed around her waist, before she slipped out of his grasp and sauntered backward out of his reach. He looked at her confused as she teased him by dancing closer and then further away. She wanted him to reach for her but after a few tries he lost interest in the game and stood in the rain watching her move.

She continued to feel the music moving her body and the rain soaking her clothes. She felt free, but if only she could feel freer. She reached for her waist pulling her shirt up and over her head. As it untangled from her hair she flung it back into the backseat of his car. She now stood in the rain in a black bra made of lace and a pair of acid wash jeans. He stared at her in astonishment and wonder as she began to dance again.

Her heart began to pound in rhythm with her movements. She started taking her dancing up a level as now she didn’t have a partner. She spun with a more intense passion now, as the gravel stung her feet. She kicked and turned and kicked again. Her movements were now better, stronger, more vibrant. She continued to follow her passion as old dance moves came back to her. She knelt and reached and leapt feeling the small rocks dig into her skin.

He stood before her not daring to interrupt. He looked on as her muscles flexed with each movement. Her stomach was flat and toned and as she danced this became more evident. Her dance was not perfect, nor was her technique, but every motion was alive and filled with passion. She danced for the sake of dancing and when she stopped a smile spread across her face more honest and vibrant than he had ever seen from her. This is what made her truly happy.

She stood before him, half naked and soaked with rain. Now that her dance was finished she awaited criticism as she often saw from people. Instead he offered praise. He told her things that made her even happier. She came to him and enveloped him in her arms. Th hug lasted only moments but was perfect. It was a hug of a person that loved her, appreciated her, and cared for her. The hug she returned showed all that and more.