For a moment, she thought she could fly. No, she wasn\'t standing on the edge of some concrete formation willing her body to fall from the edge and paint the sidewalk. Rather, she was seated comfortably within her dorm, feet planted firmly on the ground. Toes danced against the dingy carpet, their twitching fueled by the music\'s ministrations. It was a thick beat, the bass dropping heavily against the air. The deep sound almost tried to oppress the objects it laid against but there was just enough treble to coax those same objects into movement. The push and pull caused a pulse that was truly amazing. The urge to let that pulse invade every part of her body was just overwhelming. Hips swayed before they were even an inch from their previous resting place as her body rose from the futon.

Then, quickly as it had begun, the music faded away into momentary silence. The previous song was replaced with a slow ballad. Not a terrible song mind you, just not something she could grind to. And well, after being sick and in bed for a few days, there was little else she was looking forward to. A grunt slipped past her lips as she turned and pressed a button. Another striking bass beat rapidly replaced the ballad. The pink flesh of her tongue slipped across her lips as an approving smile formed upon her lips.

\"Much better.\"

That glint in her eye returned, the sparkle that spoke sultry whispers of her intentions to the darkening sky. With a smirk she made her way to the mirror, her whole body shifting within the beat as she moved. The beat shifted and changed as she did. Softening slowly as she began to remove layers of clothing. Slowly in a strip tease that only she could see. Treble beats made out a soft rhythm, and ever so softly the bass began to fade back in. Hands made their way, creating lithe paths along her own skin, delving to remove the last stitches of clothing from her own body. Constricting clothing cast aside, she allowed the music to take over. Eyes sheltered now by smoky lids, she let the scenery fall away. Her mind saw nothing of reality, but an abstract world that looked like something out of Dali\'s greatest works. The backgrounds spun and shifted in a pattern so fluid one thought they would get immersed in the movements and lose their way.

The shower was calling her name, begging her to come and grace it with the presence of her bare skin. She knew she should go soon, before it got too late in the day, but her mind just wasn\'t in it at the moment. And besides... he had other plans for her.

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Silently he made his way into the door. It hadn\'t been hard with the music from her speakers helping to dampen the closing of the door. He watched her movements, a sly smile residing on his lips all the while. She was clueless to his presence, and he was basking in that moment. Normally, she made such a fuss about her body, complaining about this extra ounce of fat or that skin defect. He thought it was perfect, and often told her so, but only to be blown off. Now, he was watching her dance like no one was watching. The room was warm, and she was working hard. Sweat glistened across the smooth surfaced of her naked body and reflected the faint colored lights that cast the only luminance in the room. Watching the private show was beginning to stir things within his own body. He wasn\'t sure how much longer he\'d be able to simply watch as her body shifted and swayed before him. Her eyes were still closed, lost in the world of her own creation.

Finally, he stood. This was going to be a bold move. Either she\'d scream or...

The possibilities pushed him further and gave him the confidence he needed. A silent and swift movement removed his shirt from his body, dropping it to the floor. The driving beats had fallen to the background, leaving a flowing sound that allowed her body to slow just slightly. He was afraid that she would stop dancing and open her eyes, but fate was watching over him tonight. As he took slow steps towards her body the music began to build again.

As if by magic, his body began to remember those old rave moves. No longer was his body lethargic beneath the trance sound, but instead energized and compelled to keep moving. And so he did, moving further towards her body. His eyes were intent upon her every movement, lapping up every delicious twist of flesh she presented. Careful not to actually touch her, he stepped behind her bare form, looked over her shoulder and into the mirror. From this angle he could see everything... or rather all of her, and that was all he wanted to see. His hands outlined her body, seeming to rebuke the air that surrounded her. Jealous of that air he was, wishing he could occupy the space that lay against her skin. Moans began to rise in his throat, but he was quick to silence them. It was too soon for her to know he was there.


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Her mind was still reluctant to leave its own world. This world of sound she heard and imagery she created was too good to give up just yet. In fact, the electricity was just beginning to build to another level. Not only did she feel the sparks from her own hands, but from those of another; the imagined stroke of her lover\'s hands, envious as they traced her curves. She could see him now in her mind\'s eye, dancing the way she had only imagined in her dreams. The lights in her room would shine off his delectable skin. His breath would cause a rush of feelings as it glanced of her shoulder and spilled down her neck. His skin would slide against hers to produce a feeling that most would say was impossible to create.

If only they knew what they were missing...

If only she knew what she was missing at the moment...

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Luckily, he was there to make sure she didn\'t miss anything. With the lightest caress possible, he allowed his fingers to dabble for a split second at her side. A whisper fell from his lips, nearly inaudible against her ear. Silent words, too taboo to be repeated caused her breath to catch in her throat. She spun around to face her silent visitor, brown eyes flying open. He couldn\'t help but smile. Even now as she recognized his face in the near darkness her eyes held that sparkle.

She never missed a beat as she stepped closer to him. Now her hands were the ones in action, this time against his body rather then her own. It was an almost undetectable touch that skimmed across his chest and over his shoulders, but it was there. Nails lightly led the way down his back, until she pressed her palms against him. With a sudden force, she pulled him against her body.

As if on command, the music began to work towards frenzy. Their bodies followed suit, hands searching for more flesh, lips curling against lips, teeth dragging gently to entice the other further. The moment seemed to last forever. They saw it all in slow motion, like a modern soft-core porn flick. Soon the urges that grew were too strong for either of them to battle.

If one was the instigator of their movements toward the bed, it was impossible to tell. Channeled lusts drove them further into each other\'s arms, craving something they knew they could only fulfill together. This wasn\'t about sex. This wasn\'t about what felt good. This was about intimacy. This was about them, and only them. Alone together in a world where they would spend hours traversing the folds of their bodies. It would take hours, or maybe days to even begin this journey. But at this moment, none of that mattered.

What mattered was the energy their bodies created when they touched. What mattered was the way her touch made him feel. What mattered was how gentle his kisses were.

They were together, and that was all that mattered.