Under The Sea Dance の小説・ストーリー

As he reached her, their lips met once more in a fiery embrace, their bodies entwined in a passionate dance beneath the shimmering surface of the sea. Kai's hand moved languidly, tracing the contours of Blythe's back as it made its way down to the zipper of her dress. With deliberate movements, he began to unzip it, each gentle tug revealing more of her delicate skin underneath. Blythe's breath hitched as the fabric fell away, leaving her exposed to Kai's hungry gaze. She leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, aching for his touch.

“You may,” And like that, he led us both to where Kai was, towards the sea of gyrating and sweaty people. The music was pumping, hyping up the crowd as they ground into their partners sensually, already one with the music. My arms looped around Alex’s neck immediately, my hips swaying to the beat. I’m not an expert at dancing, I barely knew how, because I never bothered to learn but I understood the basics and how to move my body at least.

Sebastian whispered in his wife's ear, "Look, they're doing it too, teasing each other in their own way. When you come down to the dance floor, follow your heart. Move your body in harmony with what's happening inside." "Ugh! Seb, I can't dance!" "Haven't you taken Zumba before?" "Just for a month!" "Well, follow the moves you've learned, or even easier, follow my movements! Like this!" Sebastian swayed his hips against Tera's, causing all of her abdominal muscles to tense significantly as a result. Tera bit her lip, trying to contain all the butterflies fluttering inside her. "Come on, dance, my dear. Dance the way you rock me..."

She could see her whole future laying in those deep sets of eyes. "Is that good?" Sebestian asked, leaning his head against Adria's as he swirled them around through the big room. "Definitely." Adria closed her eyes and let Sebestian lead her. The dance was anything but professional, but as long as they didn't step on each other's feet, it was all good. Adria felt the big, warm hand wrap around her waist, and she put her arms around Sebestian's shoulder. Their heads were still close together as they watched each other. The music was slow and sensual, and Sebestian's face leaned in closer and closer until her lips touched Adria's softly.

she yelled. “Fuck!” Zero cursed, which made Isla frown. “Come on, dance!” she shouted and clapped her hands. Zero at this moment wished for the ground to open and got swallowed. Damn, he fucking doesn’t know how to dance. “I don’t know—” “Just dance,” Isla interrupted. “I can only dance on the bed—” “Then come—” “—When you’re under me…” he cut off. Isla rolled her eyes. “Dance properly!” she exclaimed again.

Alexis, Petros, will you clap your hands as I taught you? If Marsha had hoped Carrie would show herself up, she was wrong. To be a good choreographer you have to be at least a decent dancer. Carrie was excellent at this type of dance, her mother had taught her so well! With clicks of her heels she danced in time to the clapping, along the cobbled floor of the harbour-front tavema, making one of the most physical of dances look easy. To the shouts of Oria, Bravo and Wunderbar from some of the other visitors, Carrie showed them what Irish dancing was all about. The last dance was of course her favourite, her very own creation. It was a sensual routine where she twirled and clicked her heels, t

I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Without hesitation, Sebastian took my hand gently, leading me towards the lively crowd. The music grew louder, more rhythmic, and I felt a surge of happiness. As we stepped onto the soft sand, he pulled me closer, his hand at the small of my back, and I couldn't help but smile as we moved together, swaying to the beat. Jemma and Alec were dancing nearby, their goofy grins and carefree moves making them look so adorable, like two kids caught up in the joy of the evening. The music carried us all in its rhythm, but suddenly, Sebastian spun me around with a gentle yet confident motion.

“Maybe a little.” They sipped, and soon Montez led her to the upper deck where soft music played. He pulled her into a dance, his movements smooth, practiced, his hand at her waist pulling her closer than was proper. “You’re full of surprises,” she whispered as he guided her across the deck. “You have no idea how many more I’m capable of.” His eyes locked on hers, dark and unyielding. “But for now, I want only this. You. Me. The sea.”

she says. “Fine.” I push back against my pillow and lay down, shutting my eyes. I hear her switching the lights in the room, maybe to red or whatever color she sees fit. Soon, a very soft, seductive music oozed from the speakers. My skin prickled in excitement, my body already reacting to just the thought of watching my wife dance around a pole for just me. “Open,” she says. With a sly smirk, I open my eyes to a very deep but cool blue light. It feels like we are underwater—the sea at 6:30 pm.

Lightning forks overhead in the shape of a heart. When we break apart, the entire student body is chanting our names. Remy grins against my mouth. Remy (whisper): “Now let’s go get your second crown, fiancée.” Celeste (laughing through happy tears): “Race you to the bottom of the sea, husband-to-be.” We turn, hand in hand, boards under our arms, and step straight into the waiting rift. Cut to: 300 feet beneath the Black Sea – 8:12 a.m.