Edward Scissorhands Dance Novels & Stories

His fingers splayed across her waist in the most sensual, non erotic way. With her long smooth neck raised upwards to meet his eyes, her fingers linked with his and his other palm on her waist, it was almost like tango. The most intimate dance which connected souls. And when she spoke again, she was true to herself. "I don't know. I'm scared; I didn't even attend college in a technical sense."

I accepted it, letting him pull me back into the dance. Determined to make the most of this unexpected encounter, I decided to turn the situation to my advantage. I danced with Edward, allowing my movements to become more fluid and seductive. I could feel the music’s rhythm coursing through me, guiding my steps as I pressed closer to him, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Edward, sensing the change, matched my energy effortlessly. His hands held me with firmness and gentleness, his eyes never leaving mine. I knew he was trying to understand the sudden shift, but I couldn’t let myself be distracted.

He walked across the room and took my hand. "Do you know how to dance?" I asked low enough for only him to hear. "Of course I can dance." Although Edwards' face remained blank as a white sheet, the way his hand gripped mine in a tight spot revealed exactly how he felt about all of this. He hates attention just like you. My whole body felt like someone burned me. Hundreds of pairs of eyes pierced my carefully crafted appearance, and my anxiety only grew as Edwards pulled me toward his body. One of his hands cupped my back while the other grabbed my trembling hand with enough force to cut off my circulation.

- Too bad for you dear but lucky for me - Says a strange being that came out of nowhere - Hello, I'm Eduardo - Introduces himself kissing my hand - Could you do me the honor of a dance? He was black with beautiful little curls, I didn't refuse the request. If I don't like it, just throw it away. He takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor where he grabs my hips and spins me so that my back is to him. He imitates Day and starts leading my movements and I relax my body to let my hips loose.

– giving him a smile, I know he doesn’t want to cause a scene so he squeezes her hand and leaves, leaving me alone with her. “May I have this dance?” – I give her my hand and she takes it, giving me electric shocks and I feel my body react to her touch straight away. I take her to the dance floor and put both my hands on her lower back while she stretches her arms and crosses her fingers behind my neck.

He turns on the music and they begin to dance. Edith moves around the dancefloor like a graceful gazelle. Not a step is out of line. She demurely lets Mikhail lead the dance, not once stepping on his toes or stumbling over her own feet. Even her facial expressions and head movements are elegant and beautiful. They finish their dance with a flourish. The Queen jumps up from her chair and claps her wrinkly old hands excitedly, dabbing at her teary eyes with a handkerchief as Alice smirks at me in the corner like a wraith.

She cranked up the volume, causing the walls to tremble, then began to dance. Blaise watched her as she moved. The dim light in the room made it almost impossible to see her face, but he could make out her frame; her silhouette captivated the room. She was a master of her craft. Soon, the country music transitioned to a sensual tune, and Sasha twisted her body and whined her waist to it. She suddenly dropped to her knees and wriggled on the floor like a snake. The elasticity of her body has always marvelled Blaise. The memory of Lila still lingered in his thoughts, but watching Sasha dance was a temporary relief.

He was indeed laughing, and it completely transformed his face. "You should laugh more." She said and turned away. "It suits you better." Slowly, the laughter disappeared from Dylan's face. He cleared his throat, rose to his feet and held out a hand to her. "Come on. Dance with me." Scarlett hiccuped, splayed a hand over her mouth and gestured to the cast. "How am I supposed to dance with a broken hand? Besides, I'm a little under the influence." Dylan's lips curved into a small smile as he regarded her.

Of course, I'd expected people to cheer after everything I did, but was it going to last for a long time or would they soon forget? Edward tightened his hold on me, his arm slipping around my waist as he guided me to the center of the floor. The music changed, and a hauntingly beautiful melody filled the room. Edward turned to me, his eyes never leaving mine. “Dance with me.” I nodded, letting him pull me closer. His hand rested on the small of my back, firm and possessive, guiding me effortlessly across the floor. The world faded, the faces around us blurred into insignificance. It was just him and me, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

That could not happen, however, but as I watched Edward, the way the lighting fell upon every groove of the muscles in his arms, all I could think about was being shoved up against the wall with the strength, held up fully of the ground. Lost in the thought I nearly missed my cue, and the rest of the practice just became far more unbearable after that. My skin was sensitive, and of course, Edward knew exactly how to take me apart, brushing his fingers innocently along my arms, down my back. Seemingly innocent gestures, but he knew what the fuck he was doing, and it was driving me wild. It was unfair because I wanted to focus on making sure nothing affected my dance, but it was pretty much im