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Finally! The season was over. Don’t get yourself wrong, skating was your life. Had been since you had first stepped on the ice at the age of five. It was just nice to have a few weeks that didn’t involve early morning workouts, afternoon training and meals that looked like something a rabbit would eat. It was time to let yourself sleep in late, catch up on your Netflix and eat as many French fries as you wanted! It was time to relax. The only fitness you wanted to do for the near future was your morning runs and to continue your ballroom dancing class.

Interviewers always asked what your secret was to your grace and skill, your response was your love for Salsa and the Tango. You had earned a name for yourself in the figure skating league for the fact you sometimes throw moves you had learned over the years into your routines. This year you were excited to learn even more. Plus this year you were determined to have a dancing partner this year. A very special dancing partner indeed.

Your boyfriend Yuuri had agreed to spend the next couple months with you in –home country-. Little did he know that it also meant joining you for your lessons. To be fair to Yuuri, you had signed the two of you up for a beginner’s course for a couple weeks just to give him the basics. You couldn’t wait to hold the boy you loved close and dance.

The night before your first class, the two of you were cuddled on the couch in your living room watching a random pick from your Netflix list. Yuuri sat with the recliner part of your couch pushed back while you rested your head on his lap. Best part was that you could feel him running his fingers through your –hair length- -hair colour-. It felt like heaven. You just hoped that when you told him that you had signed them both up for lessons that this heaven wouldn't be destroyed. A feeling that he wouldn’t want to do the lessons, kept creeping through your mind. It was why you had put off asking him. Now there was no time left. It was either now or never. Luckily you had picked a movie that had a few scenes with ballroom dancing in it.

“Ballroom dancing truly is beautiful, don’t you think Yuuri?” You throw out, trying to make it sound like casual conversation.

Glancing up at him you see his focus never leave the movie. “Ya, I guess. Really doesn’t seem that much different than couple skating. Just more . . . Sexier moves,” he states, while a slight reddish tinge appears on his cheeks after the last part.

It was one of the many things that you loved about him. Unlike a lot of the guys you met over your years of skating, Yuuri was shy and didn’t think he was a god that deserved to be worshipped. He made you feel like you were just an ordinarily girl. One that had grown up a normal girl, not a famous figure skater.

“Oh so you like it? Maybe even . . . Try it?”

“Well . . . Maybe. I mean I use to take ballet when I was younger. It helped with my flexibility. It was fun to move around without ice under my feet.”

This was your chance, while he had a bit of an open mind to it. So you quickly lift the remote and press pause. Than you shift so you were no longer laying on his lap but looking into those eyes that looked like soil kissed by summer sun. Eyes that made your insides become Jell-O.

“So you wouldn’t be upset if I told you that I signed us up for a beginner’s class in ballroom dancing tomorrow afternoon?” You tried to show all the love you had for him in your own –eye colour- eyes.

At first it was as if your words didn’t compute in his mind. Than you watched the wheels turn under the layer of untamed black hair. His eyes grew wide, “You did what?!

His tone caused you to wince a little. “I signed us up for beginners Ballroom dance . . . I thought it would be something romantic we could do together. You know since we have finished skating for the year.”

An awkward silence settled over the two of you as Yuuri tried to figure out if you were kidding. The time seem to pass by slowly as he worked through his thoughts. You were about to burst out laughing and tell him just kidding to make the silence stop. However before you could a small smile formed on his lips. “I think it’s a great idea.”

~*~ Following Day ~*~

It had been a long time since you had seen Yuuri this nervous. It was adorable. You had thought that it would be comforting to him being in a dance studio. Complete with a wall covered in mirrors with a bar across it for stretching. However, he looked like he was jumping from a plane than learning how to Ballroom dance.

Gently you slid your hand into his clammy ones. “Breath Hun, your acting like your about to get a root canal not learning to Tango,” you whispered with a smile playing on the corner of your lips.

He only nodded, worry still engraved all over his face. Yuuri was dressed in his old ballet cloths. You had to admit it was incredibly sexy. You were wearing a tight tank top that came just above your belly button and a skirt made of tassels that twirled as you danced. It made you smile to watch Yuri’s eyes rack your body when he thought you weren't looking.

“Okay class! Today marks your first day in beginners Ballroom. In this room, hips with sway, lines will be crossed and some tenderness reacted,” your instructor states as she made her way into the room. She wore a one piece black dress, with a flowing skirt. It showed off her curves perfectly. Her crimson red hair was pulled up in a messy bun on the top of her head. Breathtaking for anyone first laying eyes on her, like a living goddess.

Genève has been your teacher since you had first fallen in love with Ballroom at the young age of ten. So her beauty was nothing new to you. For your boyfriend however not so much. You felt him stiffen next to you and without looking you knew his cheeks had turned a soft shade of pink. It wasn’t because he wanted anything from your teacher. It was just an impulse reaction that happened to men and even some women. Only thing you wished was that he would react to seeing you the way he did seeing your teacher.

Everyone’s attention is pulled to the front when Genève claps her hands. “Okay let’s get it started! First we will start out slow with a Salsa. Everyone pair off!”

Yuuri’s hand quickly slips into yours. A smile plays on your lips, as you turn to face him. “This will be fun I promise,” you whisper as you lift his hand to your lips. He gulps and nods, his voice suddenly gone. It was really adorable how nervous he was.

“First thing you need to know about dancing is to listen to the beat of the music. All music has a beat and all beats can be counted. The basic Salsa has 8 beats,” she informs the class as she lifts a remote, pointing it to a stereo located in the back right hand corner of the dance Studio.

“Cosas Nativas” by Frankie Ruiz fills the room. A warm feeling comes over you as memories wash over you. Not only for Dance but for skating as well. It had been the song you had used during your first competition. You had made the top 5 that year, due to having added tango moves into your routine. It was then that you had realized that your love for ballroom dancing could mix with your love of skating. You just hoped that Yuuri would feel the same.

Genève makes her way to stand in front of the mirror, facing her class. “Hands up everyone and clap along with the beat.” Everyone does as told. A young man in the back, just a little older than the two of you, couldn’t seem to keep the beat. Genève makes her way over to him gently taking his hands in hers. The man’s face turned bright red as she started clapping his hands to the beat. “There we go. Keep it up.”

The crimson haired instructor weaved her way around the room watching as everyone clapped. When she passed by you her hand gently brushed your shoulder in welcoming. You smile in return, as Genève makes her way back up to the front. Yuuri gave you a little raised eyebrow in confusion and you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Okay, now replace your clapping with the marching of your feet. This will help teach your feet the beats of music. So stay were you are and march your feet to the beat.”

Yuuri had done well with the clapping but it took a few minutes for his feet to match the beat of the music. A slightly proud look crossed his face when he finally got it. You all kept marching for a few minutes before the music paused. The class slowly stopped marching and looked up at the teacher.

She folded her arms behind her back. “For a first dance lesson you all caught on really well. Sadly Part two of learning how to Salsa won’t be as easy.”

All but you, either groaned or gulped at her words. Even Yuuri let out a small whimper of nervousness at Genève’s words. As the two hour lesson passed, your instructor kept to her word as she taught the Salsa. Many students collided with one another and more than a few sets of toes stepped on, including your own. Poor Yuuri would miss every third or fourth step landing them on your feet. You had never been so happy to see that no skates were on his feet.

By the time Genève called end of class, there was a gentle sheen of sweat had gathered on Yuuri’s skin. You lead him over to the duffle you had packed and made him sit on the bench as you pull out a small towel. “So? What did you think?”

His eyes slowly find yours as you start to dap the sweat from his skin. “It was . . . a lot harder than Ballet,” he admits panting slightly.

Moving the towel down to his cheek, you nibble on your bottom lip. “Is that good or bad?”

Yuuri reached up and covered your hand in his, stilling the towel on his face. You felt the beat of your heart quicken in your chest. It was so important to you that the man you were growing to love enjoyed this important part of your life. Sure you had skating in common but so much of your skating started out in this very room.

Your heart skips as a smile crosses his face. “Very good. When is the next lesson?”

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Finally! The season was over. Don’t get yourself wrong, skating was your life. Had been since you had first stepped on the ice at the age of five. It was just nice to have a few weeks that didn’t involve early morning workouts, afternoon training and meals that looked like something a rabbit would eat. It was time to let yourself sleep in late, catch up on your Netflix and eat as many French fries as you wanted! It was time to relax. The only fitness you wanted to do for the near future was your morning runs and to continue your ballroom dancing class.

Interviewers always asked what your secret was to your grace and skill, your response was your love for Salsa and the Tango. You had earned a name for yourself in the figure skating league for the fact you sometimes throw moves you had learned over the years into your routines. This year you were excited to learn even more. Plus this year you were determined to have a dancing partner this year. A very special dancing partner indeed.

Your boyfriend Yuuri had agreed to spend the next couple months with you in –home country-. Little did he know that it also meant joining you for your lessons. To be fair to Yuuri, you had signed the two of you up for a beginner’s course for a couple weeks just to give him the basics. You couldn’t wait to hold the boy you loved close and dance.

The night before your first class, the two of you were cuddled on the couch in your living room watching a random pick from your Netflix list. Yuuri sat with the recliner part of your couch pushed back while you rested your head on his lap. Best part was that you could feel him running his fingers through your –hair length- -hair colour-. It felt like heaven. You just hoped that when you told him that you had signed them both up for lessons that this heaven wouldn't be destroyed. A feeling that he wouldn’t want to do the lessons, kept creeping through your mind. It was why you had put off asking him. Now there was no time left. It was either now or never. Luckily you had picked a movie that had a few scenes with ballroom dancing in it.

“Ballroom dancing truly is beautiful, don’t you think Yuuri?” You throw out, trying to make it sound like casual conversation.

Glancing up at him you see his focus never leave the movie. “Ya, I guess. Really doesn’t seem that much different than couple skating. Just more . . . Sexier moves,” he states, while a slight reddish tinge appears on his cheeks after the last part.

It was one of the many things that you loved about him. Unlike a lot of the guys you met over your years of skating, Yuuri was shy and didn’t think he was a god that deserved to be worshipped. He made you feel like you were just an ordinarily girl. One that had grown up a normal girl, not a famous figure skater.

“Oh so you like it? Maybe even . . . Try it?”

“Well . . . Maybe. I mean I use to take ballet when I was younger. It helped with my flexibility. It was fun to move around without ice under my feet.”

This was your chance, while he had a bit of an open mind to it. So you quickly lift the remote and press pause. Than you shift so you were no longer laying on his lap but looking into those eyes that looked like soil kissed by summer sun. Eyes that made your insides become Jell-O.

“So you wouldn’t be upset if I told you that I signed us up for a beginner’s class in ballroom dancing tomorrow afternoon?” You tried to show all the love you had for him in your own –eye colour- eyes.

At first it was as if your words didn’t compute in his mind. Than you watched the wheels turn under the layer of untamed black hair. His eyes grew wide, “You did what?!

His tone caused you to wince a little. “I signed us up for beginners Ballroom dance . . . I thought it would be something romantic we could do together. You know since we have finished skating for the year.”

An awkward silence settled over the two of you as Yuuri tried to figure out if you were kidding. The time seem to pass by slowly as he worked through his thoughts. You were about to burst out laughing and tell him just kidding to make the silence stop. However before you could a small smile formed on his lips. “I think it’s a great idea.”

~*~ Following Day ~*~

It had been a long time since you had seen Yuuri this nervous. It was adorable. You had thought that it would be comforting to him being in a dance studio. Complete with a wall covered in mirrors with a bar across it for stretching. However, he looked like he was jumping from a plane than learning how to Ballroom dance.

Gently you slid your hand into his clammy ones. “Breath Hun, your acting like your about to get a root canal not learning to Tango,” you whispered with a smile playing on the corner of your lips.

He only nodded, worry still engraved all over his face. Yuuri was dressed in his old ballet cloths. You had to admit it was incredibly sexy. You were wearing a tight tank top that came just above your belly button and a skirt made of tassels that twirled as you danced. It made you smile to watch Yuri’s eyes rack your body when he thought you weren't looking.

“Okay class! Today marks your first day in beginners Ballroom. In this room, hips with sway, lines will be crossed and some tenderness reacted,” your instructor states as she made her way into the room. She wore a one piece black dress, with a flowing skirt. It showed off her curves perfectly. Her crimson red hair was pulled up in a messy bun on the top of her head. Breathtaking for anyone first laying eyes on her, like a living goddess.

Genève has been your teacher since you had first fallen in love with Ballroom at the young age of ten. So her beauty was nothing new to you. For your boyfriend however not so much. You felt him stiffen next to you and without looking you knew his cheeks had turned a soft shade of pink. It wasn’t because he wanted anything from your teacher. It was just an impulse reaction that happened to men and even some women. Only thing you wished was that he would react to seeing you the way he did seeing your teacher.

Everyone’s attention is pulled to the front when Genève claps her hands. “Okay let’s get it started! First we will start out slow with a Salsa. Everyone pair off!”

Yuuri’s hand quickly slips into yours. A smile plays on your lips, as you turn to face him. “This will be fun I promise,” you whisper as you lift his hand to your lips. He gulps and nods, his voice suddenly gone. It was really adorable how nervous he was.

“First thing you need to know about dancing is to listen to the beat of the music. All music has a beat and all beats can be counted. The basic Salsa has 8 beats,” she informs the class as she lifts a remote, pointing it to a stereo located in the back right hand corner of the dance Studio.

“Cosas Nativas” by Frankie Ruiz fills the room. A warm feeling comes over you as memories wash over you. Not only for Dance but for skating as well. It had been the song you had used during your first competition. You had made the top 5 that year, due to having added tango moves into your routine. It was then that you had realized that your love for ballroom dancing could mix with your love of skating. You just hoped that Yuuri would feel the same.

Genève makes her way to stand in front of the mirror, facing her class. “Hands up everyone and clap along with the beat.” Everyone does as told. A young man in the back, just a little older than the two of you, couldn’t seem to keep the beat. Genève makes her way over to him gently taking his hands in hers. The man’s face turned bright red as she started clapping his hands to the beat. “There we go. Keep it up.”

The crimson haired instructor weaved her way around the room watching as everyone clapped. When she passed by you her hand gently brushed your shoulder in welcoming. You smile in return, as Genève makes her way back up to the front. Yuuri gave you a little raised eyebrow in confusion and you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Okay, now replace your clapping with the marching of your feet. This will help teach your feet the beats of music. So stay were you are and march your feet to the beat.”

Yuuri had done well with the clapping but it took a few minutes for his feet to match the beat of the music. A slightly proud look crossed his face when he finally got it. You all kept marching for a few minutes before the music paused. The class slowly stopped marching and looked up at the teacher.

She folded her arms behind her back. “For a first dance lesson you all caught on really well. Sadly Part two of learning how to Salsa won’t be as easy.”

All but you, either groaned or gulped at her words. Even Yuuri let out a small whimper of nervousness at Genève’s words. As the two hour lesson passed, your instructor kept to her word as she taught the Salsa. Many students collided with one another and more than a few sets of toes stepped on, including your own. Poor Yuuri would miss every third or fourth step landing them on your feet. You had never been so happy to see that no skates were on his feet.

By the time Genève called end of class, there was a gentle sheen of sweat had gathered on Yuuri’s skin. You lead him over to the duffle you had packed and made him sit on the bench as you pull out a small towel. “So? What did you think?”

His eyes slowly find yours as you start to dap the sweat from his skin. “It was . . . a lot harder than Ballet,” he admits panting slightly.

Moving the towel down to his cheek, you nibble on your bottom lip. “Is that good or bad?”

Yuuri reached up and covered your hand in his, stilling the towel on his face. You felt the beat of your heart quicken in your chest. It was so important to you that the man you were growing to love enjoyed this important part of your life. Sure you had skating in common but so much of your skating started out in this very room.

Your heart skips as a smile crosses his face. “Very good. When is the next lesson?”