The Assassin's Tango

Title: The Assasin's Tango

Note: I ripped-off moves from the movies Moulin Rouge, Take The Lead, and among other movies. No harm, no foul, right?

Also, thank you very much for my friend (who doesn't want to be mentioned) who literally gave me paragraphs of sentences which you will read now. So, basically I only wrote like 40% of the story, hahaha ... haha .... ha .... -.-''

Music: Asi se Baila el Tango, The Assassin's Tango, El Tango de Roxanne.

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Swallowing the lump in his throat, Erik feels his head becoming hot. The spotlight is suddenly on the man- an incredibly lucky man, as he is beckoned by the lone woman on the floor; her left eyebrow arched delicately coaxing a challenge. Suddenly, the music starts playing … Tango.

There is little Erik could do but walk towards her. Hundreds of captured gentlemen and young women looks on at the spectacle. Two eyes locking each other. Hazel piercing the emerald. Emerald invading the hazel. Colliding. At the same time.

Then, they gradually come nearer, and nearer. He is having a hard time thinking, with the woman's hot breath on his neck, but he isn't about to tell her that.

"I know," a lick "...who you are. Erik." It is whispered so softly into the young man, that he almost had not heard. He replies with narrowed and darkened eyes, with a ghost of a smirk.

He starts by spinning her away, arms opening up and his smirk broadens as her long ebony hair flows about her milky shoulders, contrasting velvet dress as the gown tightens about her body until she pauses and opens her body in response and pulls him to her. He slides his leg forward and feels hers mirror his backwards.

Roberta takes a step forward and they both let go of the other's arms and hands encircling the others' neck; bringing them closer still. Erik grasps her by the base of the neck and they somehow become closer.

"Damn, they can dance." One breathes out, as Roberta brings his head downward towards her breasts. He grabs her swiftly and places one hand on her back and his face into the crook of her neck. His other hand feels her buttocks as she puts her hand through his hair. Some could only nod in agreement, never letting their eyes waver from the provocative dance as she pushes Erik away and separating their bodies by a few meters.

They pace towards each other until Erik slowly, yet forcefully pulls the woman closer, his right arm settling on the curve of her spine; while his left one grasps her right in strong yet sensual clasp. But the woman fights back too. Intertwining her left arm with his right, she clutches her fingers tightly on his upper shoulder, touching the muscular shape of a tattoo. Blast of electricity shoots through their bodies; but they are both determined not to let it be noticed. Stubbornness … and pride. Tricky combination. Sometimes good, sometimes destructive. But always sensual.

Back to front, they slide along the floor as each one lunges to accommodate the other. He spins her several times before pushing her back into a split on a floor. They break apart, circling one another in a predatory walk. Roberta's slender legs are pointed and all is silent but the sound of their heavy breathing and the sound of her shoes clacking. She brings her hands down her front, passionately touching her bodice in front of his sensual gaze. He leans in, snatching her by the waist and effectively dragging her into an almost-kiss.

She breathes heavily as she feels his lips only inches away from hers; she’s almost ready to give up to temptation; but the moment ends the second she looks up at his eyes, glittering with the triumph over the effect he had on her. So, he wants to play. He's not going to have the last laugh - she promises, reaching her left arm around his neck and pulling him closer.

Powerful quake shakes his body as she suddenly wraps her leg around his calf, their bodies pressing together as he swings her about the dance floor. He makes a deep intake of breath, trying to regain control over his senses again, but failing as he feels her hot breath sending shivers all the way down his neck. He catches her victorious glance; and, he’s out of the trance immediately, determined not to let her win in this game of lust and will. Instead, his arm clutches tighter around her back.

But there was no denying it; she was unequivocally and utterly captivating.

He lets go of her, effectively allowing them to break apart for a moment before he grabs her wrists and forces each other into a fearsome backwards walk. She bends her knees and he spins her in a circle before coming up into a slanted hold. His finger twists around her back as she straightens up to allow him to pull her across the floor before going into another lunge. He puts his hand around her waist and her other hand and they furiously move their legs in a battle of domination. Suddenly, the crescendo of the music pauses. They become still, with his hands on her back in the most seductive form allowing her to dip towards the hard ground.

"Si alguna vez me dejas de nuevo, te voy a matar," Erik mutters quietly, nestling his head in near her neck as the orchestra starts again, pulling her up from a dip. "I mean it." (1)

She smirks, meeting his gaze. Nobody seems to be repulsed how their bodies press together, only jealous at the heat that every guest at the party could feel.

"Se burlan de ti, Roberta," he says, pressing his forehead against hers.

He starts moving slowly again, his lead smooth and balanced, guiding them through the twilight. Their eyes fixed on each other as they glide across the smooth floor, a soft summer breeze caressing their skin and intensifying their senses. He wants to hurt her with his willpower. To drive her insane from desire. From passion. From... lust.

That´s why he suddenly pushes her away, only to pull her closer again; her chest crashing with his, all in the flaming explosion of the tango rhythm.

He can hear her hastened breathing, but he doesn't care; his eyes fixed, his mind determined to drive her crazy from lust. With one of his hands still firmly positioned around her back, holding her in place; he lifts her right arm upright; and her eyes flash with recognition of what he is about to do just a second before he starts lowering; his hand first: his fingers brushing the soft skin of her forearm, descending to her shoulder; then his whole body going down; his eyes still fixed on hers as his hands slide down her side, brushing against her, but so lightly that it feels like butterfly touches.

She’s completely lost it; the island is gone, the audience is gone - her senses unaware of anything else besides his touches. And his eyes. His piercing, hazel eyes that are digging into hers, making her, willing her to surrender, to give up. And, as much as she doesn't want it, she can't help it anymore; his enchantment too powerful for her to resist. And she knows that he knows it.

The melody slows. Their movements are only a whisper in the night now. His face is now in level with hers, and he moves it a bit on the right, inhaling her scent; his lips almost touching her earlobe.

The garden is silent, everyone around is too intimidated to speak, they aren't worthy of stealing the spotlight. He takes his young woman's hand and leads her from the dance floor, out into the deep parts of the garden; leaving the place behind them still mesmerized by the scene they'd just witnessed.

Fin

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(1) Spanish to English translation.

"If you ever leave me again, I'll kill you," Erik mutters quietly, nestling his head in near her neck as the orchestra starts again, pulling her up from a dip. "I mean it."

She smirks, meeting his gaze. Nobody seems to be repulsed how their bodies press together, only jealous at the heat that every guest at the party could feel.

"You tease, Roberta," he says, pressing his forehead against hers.