Better When I'm Dancing

Week 7--POP! (Part 1)

A bright, typical pop beat filled the room before Robin's back-up singers kicked in. "Now I've found you, I've found a new way of living, baby..."

"I thought you were the outlaw of pop?" she teased, leaning against the table like he did.

He chuckled. "It was the persona my former manager gave me, yes. But the record label preferred I stick to the tried and true, so I sounded like everyone else on the radio at the time."

"Well, I wouldn't say that," Regina replied, listening to Robin's voice. "You sound natural, not autotuned to death. Way better if you ask me."

"Thank you," he said, gently hitting her with his hip. "Just promise me you'll never watch the music video for this. Please?"

Regina glanced up at him and smirked. "Why? How bad is it?"

"It's not that...Just please. Please don't watch it." He was practically begging now and she tried not to laugh.

"You know I now have to watch it. Sorry," she said, shrugging. She was enjoying teasing him. And her curiosity really was piqued now.

He sighed, hanging his head. "Just...be gentle after you do. Please."

She kissed his cheek as the song ended. "Don't worry. I'm sure it's not as bad as you think it is."

"You're too kind," he replied.

Regina pushed herself away from the table and walked backwards, facing him the entire time. "Well, it's time to get started. While the cha-cha shares a lot of moves with the rumba, the hip action is faster. So you know what that means?"

He grinned, eyes lighting up in excitement. "Hip Boot Camp Week Three?"

"Bingo," she said, pressing play for some of her cha-cha music. "Let's begin."

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"You need to go faster," Regina instructed, grabbing Robin's hips. She set the right pace for him. "Like this."

He leaned closer, cupping the back of her head. She felt her ponytail loosen as his fingers slid into her hair and she expected her hair to come tumbling around her shoulders. It was curly today as she hadn't had time to straighten it that morning and she could tell Robin wanted to play with them.

"Cameras," she warned in a whisper, glancing over at the leering crew. It was one thing to kiss each other on the cheek and another to look ready to tear each other's clothes off.

He nodded and they let each other go as the music ended. Regina forced an overly bright smile on her face and kept her tone light. "Very good! Why don't we take ten and then we can start working on our routine?"

"Sounds like a plan," Robin said, picking up his phone. "I need to take this."

As he answered the phone, Regina slipped out of the room and headed to the breakroom to grab the Gatorade she kept there. She had only been there a minute or two when Isaac entered. "Regina, can I speak with you?"

She frowned as she turned around slowly. Were the crew reporting on their movements to him? Had the PA fired off several texts to him? Because Regina was pretty sure she knew what he wanted to talk about. "Is this about this morning?"

"This morning?" He paused, frowning. "What happened this morning?"

Judging by his tone, he didn't know about it yet. Regina cursed her big mouth but decided to be done with it. "Look, I know Robin and I were placed in the bottom two as a ratings' stunt. We were asked to talk about it and I said I would either tell the truth or not talk about it."