DANCING WITH THE DEVIL

Author: Becca
Rating: R
Pairing: You/Sands
Categories: Romance

Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own any rights to any of the characters, locations etc. portrayed in Once Upon a Time in Mexico, I believe that honour goes to Robert Rodriguez, lucky bugger.

Summary: Pre-OuaTiM. La Casa de la Decadencia is the best dancehall in the whole of Buenos Aires, and a regular haunt of yours on many a night as you dance away. Your night’s are filled with fun and excitement, but the passion reaches higher and more decadent levels when you find the perfect partner and you begin to wonder if you’re dancing with the devil himself.

Author's Note: Not much to say really, just that it might be an idea to check out the scene of El Tango de Roxanne in Moulin Rouge as the dancing in that provided huge amounts of inspiration for this fanfic, and might make some of the explanations of the dancing more understandable. I admit I have never tangoed in my life and am working from what I’ve seen and found in how-to resources. Final comment would be, enjoy! =D

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Tequila, ah tequila would have to be the most glorious substance ever devised by humankind, and so with a loud crash your third shot glass is slammed onto the bartop. This particular Friday night finds you sitting alone on a barstool at La Casa de la Decadencia, the finest dancehall in the whole of Buenos Aires. La Casa de la Decadencia, in English known as The House of Decadence and for short known as Decadencia, is one of the smaller dancehalls, used by the local people from the district, a small secret kept away from the ever-growing number of tourists. There were plenty of dancehalls to be found all over the city, but they always tended to be extremely commercialised with people who thought they wanted to tango, that thought they wanted passion, but didn’t really know the depths that it would lead to. Despite the tango being a dance created in brothels, one full of vibrancy, vigour and huge amounts of passion, the dances taught and showed in the commercialised dancehalls were formal, and held very little true emotion within them. They still taught all the moves, the kicks, the dips and flourishes but there was no excitement in it, not like there was at Decadencia.

You knew this very well for you had come to Buenos Aires four months ago from America, to spend some time just living life to the full, partying and having a wild time that you’d recall in many years when you’d finally settled down with a smile, or more likely an amused smirk. Back home you’d not been very outgoing, you’d settled into your education at university, ready and on the way to getting your qualifications that would give you better chances of getting some high-paid but most likely dull job. In all your life you had never known what you wished to do, you had no plans for where you wanted to go, who you wanted to be, but your parents had insisted that you must get as many qualifications as you can so that you’ll be able to do well for yourself, when you eventually do decide what field of work you want to go into. And so after years of high school, college and university you’d finally made your bid for freedom and had escaped it all.

Your parents knew where you were… kind of. They knew you were in Buenos Aires at least, though they didn’t know you were staying in a shoddy apartment building that looked onto a street lined up with whores and drug dealers. They’d paid for your flight and for two weeks accommodation in one of the many hotels with the idea that you would get a job after that, and pay your own way whilst there, but since arriving and meeting the people you have things have changed.

For a week you’d stayed in the main, tourist-occupied area of Buenos Aires, hunting out jobs where you could waitress or just do something simple that would pay enough. With the amount of unemployed people in Buenos Aires as it was though you found no luck whatsoever, and your search turned out to be almost fruitless. Almost however is not completely, and it was one night 3 months and 3 weeks ago that you came across Maria and Pedro. The event occurred after a long night full of complicated and unfortunate circumstances, you couldn’t even begin to list the amount of times you’d made some mistake on that fateful evening.

It had all started when you had gone out to a bar in a part of the city a bit further away from your hotel than most, and after getting there fairly easily you’d been told that no jobs were available just like everywhere else you’d asked. So, deciding not to hang around you’d tried to make your way back to your hotel… that’s where the trouble had started. Buses ran from this area to your hotel and so you had thought you would just simply get on one and be on your merry way home, the only problem being that when you came to fulfil this plan you found yourself on the wrong bus.

As soon as you’d realised that you were heading in the wrong direction you’d gotten off at the next stop with the idea you’d get the right bus from there. The next bus had arrived and you’d hopped on, firstly asking the driver in your broken Spanish if he was headed towards your hotel. He seemed to say that he was, though his tone seemed doubtful and so you’d sat down and waited, wondering when you would get to streets that you recognised. However as you sat there you came to realise that you recognised the area less and less, and your sense of direction was firmly telling you that you were going in the opposite direction to your hotel.

You’d waited for a while until finally your curiosity and angst got the better of you, and you’d made a rather stumbled walk to the front of the bus to ask the driver yet again where you were headed to, and if he was sure it was headed to your hotel. This time it seemed as though the driver may have understood you a little better as he shook his head and laughed, telling you that no you certainly weren’t heading anywhere near it.

Slightly panicked you’d stared at him for a moment, wondering exactly what it was you were supposed to do when you were lost in a country where you barely knew the language, and certainly didn’t know your way around. You’d then proceeded to go and sit down in your seat, staring out the window at your passing surroundings as the bright lights of the main, tourist part of the city faded away, and you found the scenery becoming less and less welcoming. As you continued onwards you saw prostitutes and other shady characters making their way along the footpaths, some skulking in the shadows just seemingly looking out for their victims. Then the bus had stopped, and continued to stay still as all the remaining passengers got off.

Looking around you at the emptied bus your heart had pounded inside your chest and you were overcome by panic. This was the last stop, you knew it and now you had to get off the bus and make your way along these streets, and try to make it in one piece back to your hotel. Holy shit how the hell were you going to do that? How the hell were you going to make it out of this area alive?

Gulping back the lump in your throat you’d made your way down the aisle of the bus, and had tentatively stepped outside, jumping as the doors clanged shut behind you and the bus started up again, crawling along slowly to wherever it was it would stop for the night. And so you were left there standing alone, without a clue of where you were.

Taking a deep breath you had started walking in the direction you had come in, hoping that you might be able to trace your steps back and therefore get closer to something that resembled a nicer part of civilisation. Walking along you made sure not to look anywhere other than the direction you were headed and kept close to the curb, rather than near the walls where there were people skulking suspiciously. As you walked your adrenaline rushed through you, telling you to just scream and make a run for it, but you couldn’t, you needed to remain as unnoticeable as possible so that no one would think to approach you.

You weren’t sure how far you had walked but after what seemed like hours but was probably merely minutes you collided with a male figure, having had your head bowed slightly to avert your gaze from a couple banging against a wall. You had screamed as you collided, and struggled furiously when the man had grabbed you by the wrists to stop you from falling. In your panic you didn’t even think about what you were doing and the next thing you knew you were on your arse on the floor, the man keeled over in front of you clutching his groin as a gurgled groan of pain falls from his lips. Quickly you’d tried to pick yourself up and make a run for it but a female voice made it’s way to your ears that stopped you from bolting.

“Whoa there, no use running in that direction unless you want to get mugged, raped, murdered… anything detrimental really.” The female voice said, a slightly amused tone edging it. “Pedro get off the floor, she can’t have damaged you that much, there ain’t much to damage in the first place.” The voice continued, obviously directed to the man clutching himself on the floor. Looking up at the woman you could see that she was smiling, not much older than you and ultimately, she looked friendly which was more than could be said for any of the other characters you’d seen along this road.

“She fucking kneed me!” the man seemingly called Pedro groans through gritted teeth.

“Well so would I if you grabbed me, serves you right.”

“I was stopping her from falling!”

“Well she didn’t know that, you can’t be too careful around these parts, you could have been just anyone.” Wishing to creep away unnoticed as the pair squabble you pick yourself up off the floor and brush the dirt from your jeans, attempting to creep past Pedro and the woman. “Hey, where you going?” the woman’s voice asks, obviously directed at you making you cringe.

“Back to my hotel.” You reply quietly, stopping in your tracks and turning to face the woman.

“Where you staying?” the woman persists to question.

“Erm… the hotel Almodovar…” you reply feebly.

“Whoa, that’s ages away!” she exclaims causing your heart to sink,

“How far?” you query, hoping that she didn’t mean too far.

“Ages, miles, what are you doing out here when you’re staying in that part of the city?”

“Getting very lost.” You mutter wryly.

“Ah, well if you like Pedro and I can help you find your way back, though we’re off to a club right now, you can join us if you want and we’ll take you back later.”

“Oh great, so we’re being nice to the woman who’s just ruined any idea I ever had of having children.” Pedro’s voice pipes up, his tone slightly peeved.

“Of course we are, I already said it serves you right.” The woman replies, sounding slightly irritated.

“Look it’s ok, if you could just give me some directions then I’ll make my own way back,” you offer, not wishing to start some kind of argument between these two people you don’t know.

“No, no, it’s not safe to be wandering around this district alone, we’ll take you back or at least further into the city, you can call a cab from there.” The woman insists.

“Can’t I call one from here? I hadn’t before because I didn’t know where I was, but if you can tell me the street address than I can call one.”

“Not a chance, no one will come out here, your best bet is to get a bit closer to the main area of the city and then try, people don’t like coming this far out.”

“Oh…” you acknowledge.

“Like I said we’ll take you back ok.” The woman says, offering you a warm smile. Although your inhibitions hadn’t completely left you nodded your head and accepted, realising that you probably weren’t going to get a better offer any time soon, and after all there was safety in numbers. So the three of you had walked on, Pedro muttering about his injuries and the woman who introduced herself as Maria telling you about her life. As it turned out she had moved to Buenos Aires from another part of Brazil some years back with the ideas of getting a job in the city. Just as with you due to the already high unemployment levels she had started searching further afield, eventually making her way into the more downtrodden areas, desperate for work. She told you how from there she’d managed to get a job tending the bar at Decadencia, and from there had met Pedro. The two had become an item and she had moved into his apartment that wasn’t far away, and there she had remained ever since.

You listened to her as she talked and told you of Decadencia, wondering in awe about the dancing she described and the wild but extremely fun time she was having. As you walked you’d come to realise that you’d actually quite like to see this place for yourself, and when Maria had told you that was where she and Pedro were headed you’d asked if maybe you could go with them, and then go home later as she’d offered. Smiling she’d agreed, and off to Decadencia you went.

Walking through the streets with Pedro and Maria brought new visions to your eyes, and somehow being with them made it seem a bit more inviting. As you walked various people who you’d normally put down as lowlifes called out to Maria and Pedro, saying hi and acting as though they’d been friends for a long while. You came to realise that although these people looked very shady, most of them weren’t so bad after all and many of them seemed to get along well with Pedro and Maria, calling out comments and laughing with them as they walked passed.

After a small while you started hearing the sounds of music playing, and not long after that you saw the dancehall. On the exterior it looked as shabby and desolate as everywhere else you’d passed, but under Maria’s assurance you’d followed them inside and found yourself to be in an exotic haven. As you stepped through the doors you found yourself on a balcony overlooking the dancehall, and what a sight it was to behold. Dim red tinted light seeped through the room, cast from red glass and paper lanterns strung up across the ceiling. A band played at the far end, the music vibrant and full of rhythm. The most glorious sight though had to be the couples dancing, for as you watched you saw men and women with their bodies so close to one another that they could have been one entity, you could see legs kicking out into the air at the speed of light, women being dipped so that their heads almost hit the ground, spinning, twirling… dancing so frenzied yet still in-keeping with the beat that it took your breath away.

Making your way down to the dance floor led by Pedro and Maria you’d watched the couples as you weaved through them, barely avoiding being kicked in the stomach on several occasions. Through the crowd you’d followed Maria and Pedro and had managed to get across the other side of the hall to where the bar was situated, next to where the band was playing. Through the music that was almost deafening you’d heard Maria ordering tequila’s for you all, and not thinking anything of it you’d accepted yours and downed it quickly. That had been the moment when you’d fallen in love with the substance. This wasn’t just ordinary tequila, it wasn’t the kind of thing that could be bought in the supermarket and most certainly wouldn’t be served in the bars in the main part of the city. This was strong stuff that really held a kick, just as sharp and powerful as the dancing everyone around you was doing.

And so the night had been spent at Decadencia, with you drinking more and more tequila and your worries growing less and less. You watched as Pedro and Maria went and danced, and in awe you’d seen them do similar moves to the rest of the couples, their bodies seemingly melding together, their eyes locked with one another’s and their bodies moving in the swift and vigorous movements as if of their own accord. It was all improvised you could see that, every move that followed the other was thought up on the spot and it seemed as though the pair held a connection with one another, telling each other what they were about to do. Effortlessly they seemed to dance, passionately moving around the dance floor near you, never looking away from one another and again you felt completely awestruck.

The night had worn on and you’d told them how overwhelmed you were by their moves, and had been surprised when Pedro asked you to dance, seemingly having gotten over your earlier violence towards him. After a couple more tequila’s you’d agreed, and so you’d made your way out onto the dance floor and with Pedro’s guidance had got into the right beginning position. And from there it all just went into a rush of movements, the alcohol within you just seemed to invigorate you more, making you move swiftly just as you’d watched the other women do. Whilst your moves were not as extravagant as others they were fairly good, and amazing it should be said for a first-timer. You and Pedro had danced for a while and you realised that somehow that there really was some kind of connection shared between dance partners, and upon instinct you would move and it would match exactly what he was doing at the exact right time. You couldn’t explain it, it just seemed to come naturally as if he were whispering it in your ear and you were obeying.

After your session was over you’d been applauded by Maria who seemed thoroughly amazed by your ease into dancing like that, as you had said that you’d never done it before. You didn’t know you had any kind of talent for dancing, but tango had brought something out of you and you couldn’t just ignore it. That night began and never seemed to end, as although Maria and Pedro did get you back to your hotel you spent many, almost every night since then doing just the same.

A week after this incident, and having gotten to know Maria and Pedro a lot better you’d moved to their apartment building and even managed to acquire a job at Decadencia, and from then you found a new meaning to the word fun. You spent every night at Decadencia, either working, dancing or both and you began to get to know the district you’d initially been so fearful of. You’d come to know the people, who to avoid and who to be friendly with and you found yourself far happier than you had been when you were staying in the hotel. You had to live on quite meagre wages, but they were enough to pay the rent on your ramshackle room and feed you, and the perks of working at Decadencia meant that you were allowed to drink for free, as long as you didn’t go completely overboard with it.

So that that would be your story up until now, and with all the fun you’ve had over the past months you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Now you sit at the bar at Decadencia, about to down the next shot of tequila that Maria has given you. Tonight is your night off and so you’re able to drink it down, and enjoy the dancing rather than waiting on people. Though it was fun working at Decadencia and the atmosphere was good you always longed to be out on the dance floor rather than behind the bar, as after that first night you had completely fallen in love with the tango. Throughout the nights you’ve been able to dance here you’ve learnt a lot more, and now you could very easily say you were up to par with the dancers you were in awe of on that first night. The other great thing about tango dancing is that it’s a very forward way of getting to know someone, for as soon as you partner up you have to lose all your inhibitions or you wouldn’t be able to dance so closely and so passionately. And so you knew many a man from this district, for most had been your dance partner at some point.

This was where your interactions with the male sex had stopped so far though, you wished to do no more than dance and have fun and as it was, relationships wouldn’t be in the cards when the men already had girlfriends. You weren’t looking for a relationship though so this suited you fine, and though a few guys had offered you a night of fun with them outside of the dancehall you’d always declined, knowing that this really wasn’t something you wanted to get into.

As you sit idly listening to Maria talking about how Pedro was being an ass at the moment you look out across the dance floor, watching the couples dancing wildly as the band keep up the music. Looking out you recognise most faces, very few new people ever came to Decadencia and you would never find a tourist (you’d been struck of that title long ago) as no one would come out this far. It’s a warm atmosphere inside the club, and you can’t help but smile to yourself as you think about it.

Smiling you continue to let your gaze wander across the throngs of people, until you find yourself meeting the gaze of someone else, or at least it seemed that way when the mans eyes were covered in dark shades. The smile quickly drops from your lips in surprise at seeing a new face, but as it does you make sure to bring it back again quickly, not wishing to seem unfriendly, you had after all just been a bit startled.

Your suspicions that the man is looking at you are confirmed as he smiles back, a slightly lop-sided smile that makes yours grow wider. Your heart starts beating quickly as he stands up straight from his position where he’d been leaning against the wall across the room from you, and you can’t drag your attention away from him as he saunters passed all the dancers, the small smile still playing upon his lips as he heads towards you.

It takes short moments for him to reach you but you find yourself almost enthralled by his movements, his walk seems to almost be a dance as he strides with a nonchalant kind of grace towards you. His figure is adorned with denim jeans and a black shirt, and his hair is dark and fairly long compared to most men’s. As he gets closer you take in his face, from those delicious looking lips pulled into that lop-sided smile, to high cheekbones and the dark shades that rest atop the bridge of his nose.

“Hi.” You say quickly as the man reaches you, pulling yourself from your musings over his rather appealing looks.

“Hi. My name’s Sands.” He replies as he takes a seat on the barstool next to you. You smile and give him your name, and are about to continue talking when Maria pops up behind the bar.

“What you having?” she asks Sands cheerily, glancing at you with a smirk on her lips.

“Tequila and lime.” Sands replies quickly, flashing a smile towards the Latino woman that she instantly responds to with a small laugh. “Can I get you anything?” he asks, turning to you.

“Sure, I’ll have the same, they have the best tequila here.” You reply, never one to turn down an offered drink.

“I had heard that, it would be one of the reasons I’m here.”

“Oh, and the other reasons?” you enquire.

“The dancing of course.” Sands replies, his tone slightly jovial as if you should have guessed.

“How do you know about this place?” you query, Sands was obviously from America so you wonder how exactly he would have heard of it being as it is such a well kept secret.

“I know people, I hear things.” He says giving a noncommittal shrug. “I was told that if I were ever to find a better dancehall and provider of tequila in the world then it would be quite the miracle.” He drawls, flashing another smile at Maria as she passes him his drink.

“Thanks.” You respond as she passes you yours.

“So where are you from, not around here I know that for sure.” Maria asks, her usual friendliness to customers and generally anyone she meets persisting.

“LA, or at least that’s where I am the most, I move around quite a bit, comes with the work I do.” Sands replies.

“And what do you do?” you query.

“That’s a secret.” Sands says, his tone slightly hushed and his lips curled into that lop-sided grin again.

“How intriguing.” Maria says amusedly. “Well I’d better go serve other customers, have fun!” she adds, smiling at you with an expression that very obviously tells you that she thinks Sands is quite a catch. You have to say so far you fully agree with her, he’s pretty easy on the eyes at least and he’s been friendly enough so far.

“So do you dance?” you ask as you sip on your tequila, even though you’re normally one to chuck it straight down.

“A little.” Sands replies nonchalantly.

“A little? What does that mean?” you query.

“I dance if I find the right person to dance with.” He answers, his tone taking on a darker edge.

“And how do you know if someone’s the right partner?”

“I… I just know.” Sands answers with a smile. “You dance.” He states, causing you to raise an eyebrow in question.

“And why would you assume that?”

“You look like a dancer.”

“And what exactly does a dancer look like?”

“You, ok.” Sands replies slightly exasperatedly. You have to say that you’re now completely confused as to what he’s talking about, but the smile on his lips makes you forget about it. “Well am I right?”

“About what?”

“Being a dancer…”

“Oh, right, yeh, well I like to dance.” You respond, mentally chiding yourself for acting like such an idiot. Maybe all the tequila’s are having an effect on you, namely your ability to hold up a conversation.

“Care to show me?”

“Are you propositioning me?” you ask, your eyebrow raised and a slightly cheeky grin on your lips. There was something in Sands that was starting to bring your adventurous and flirtatious side out.

“Well, if you put it like that, sure.” He answers, his grin matching your own.

“But what about finding the right partner?” you ask as you slip off of the barstool, your stiletto heels clicking against the tiled floor.

“You’ll do.” Sands answers with a shrug of his shoulders, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. You smirk at his answer and make your way over to the dance floor, the fringed skirt of your dress swishing and gently tickling your legs where it reaches to just above your knees. You could place your life on the fact that Sands’ eyes are on your posterior, and it sends shivers down your spine to know it. You’re attracted to him, it’s undeniable already, and now it’s time to get really acquainted.

Stopping in a free space you turn and wait for Sands to come up to you, watching him as he saunters in that unique manner in the process of taking his shades off and putting them in his pocket. You’re glad that he does so, when you tango you like to be able to look into your partners eyes, and now as he reaches you, you realise what beautiful eyes they are, chocolate brown orbs looking at you with that mischievous gaze.

“So let’s see how well you dance.” Sands says, his voice low and husky and his lips pulled into a feral smile. You nod your head in acquiescence and as the next piece of music starts just a short moment later you step towards Sands, allowing him to pull you against him as his right hand rests against your lower back, softly bringing you together. Placing your left hand on his arm just above his bicep you keep your hold on one another, you both hold your free arms a little out to the side with your elbows bent as Sands takes your hand in his, pulling you together so that your bodies are already so close that they could be one entity.

Looking into Sands eyes you listen to the rhythm, and just as he steps forwards on his left food, placing his heel down first you mirror his movements, stepping back on your right foot and lowering your toes first. Your gaze does not falter as you continue, Sands slinking forwards as he places his right foot before his left, stepping towards you as you place your left foot behind your right. Next Sands steps forward quickly with his left foot, then immediately slides his right foot quickly to the right side and shifts his weight to the other foot as you mirror his actions. You bring your right foot slowly to your left, leaving your right leg slightly bent as your feet come together, your weight on your left foot as Sands movements continue to mirror your own and he leads you on. Now, he shifts his weight to his left foot and does a right forward rock step: while making a half-turn clockwise, he steps forward quickly on his right foot, and then quickly shifts his weight back to his left foot. With his right foot he slowly steps forward to complete the half turn, bringing you back near your starting position.

As the music continues to play you continue stepping, your bodies remaining close, your gaze remaining insistent, and as the music moves on you find yourself tiring slightly of the very basic steps of the tango.

“I thought you said you could dance?” you ask quietly, wondering if this is all that Sands meant.

“Like I said, I have to find the right partner, you’re doing well enough on the basics I admit but I didn’t want to push you too far.” He replies, his tone mildly bored.

“Well why don’t you kick it up a notch, you’re supposed to be leading after all.” You goad, smirking at him. Mirroring your expression Sands almost makes you fall as he steps into you quickly, causing you to mirror his movements and step backwards to avoid being knocked over, but being startled as you’d not been concentrating and didn’t expect him to move so fast.

Grinning you realise that Sands is fully prepared to take on your challenge, and so you find yourself moving quickly, repeating the steps faster as Sands leads in just the same manner as before, your stiletto heels clacking noisily against the tiled floor as you move quickly. You keep your gaze fixated with his and in an instant you find yourself reacting to some kind of message in his eyes, letting your arm drop to your side, your hand that had been held by Sands having been let go as he dips you backwards. You bring your left leg up and wrap it around his thigh as he pulls you up again to an upright position, his left hand coming to stroke gently up your thigh causing shudders of electricity to run through you. Your heartbeat quickens as you drop your leg, standing on both feet as you step again, your right hand clasped in Sands left once again. He seems quite pleased with himself, a cocky smirk pulling at his lips and you know he can tell how fast your heart is beating.

Quickly you keep on moving, stepping back as he steps towards you, sliding your leg out to the side mirroring his movements and continuing to maintain your closeness with one another. Looking at him it is as if you can read his mind as in time you bring your arms up, allowing him to spin you away from him a little before pulling you back against him, your bodies clashing together as they meet almost painfully with the force of the abrupt movements. As the music continues and you listen to the beat you find your movements getting quicker still until you find yourself to be breathing far heavier than usual. Sands eyes do not leave yours as he lets go of your back and you release your gentle grip on his arm, his right hand now gripping your wrist as he practically throws you backwards, causing you to slide your left leg back so that your knee touches the floor, your right leg bent in a kind of proposal position, and your back arched backwards but your eyes still locked with his. Bringing you up again quickly his gaze fixed with yours he maintains his grip on your wrist as now with your bodies apart you mimic the earlier steps.

The music continues to play as you move, until once again Sands pulls you into him, you both manoeuvring your arms and hands into their earlier positions to hold you against one another. As you get close you realise that it isn’t only you whose breath is becoming laboured, and you can’t help but notice as with your face but centimetres apart that his eyes are dilated so that his pupils almost look black. Moving quickly you change your position again, swinging your arm so that it curls behind Sands neck as he guides you step sideways kicking your right leg out behind you, your body swivelling quickly as you turn to the right and then let go of Sands neck, copying the movements now with your other arm as you step the other way so that your body swivels to the left and you kick your left leg backwards.

Spinning you out of his arms again still maintaining his grasp on your right wrist he turns you, letting go completely and then pulling you against him facing away as his right arm snakes around your side, your own hand clasped over his as your left arm is out to the side, as you both practically slide across the floor to your right, your back against his chest. Letting go of your waist Sands spins you out again, then just as quickly brings you back in, this time to face him as your bodies meet closer than before, your cheeks pressing together as his right hand skims down your side, sending those familiar electric shivers.

You continue to step quickly with him, the steps of the tango coming naturally as you don’t even need to hear the music anymore, it all coming as an instinct as your body moves against Sands, following his steps and mirroring them. Looking deep in your eyes his grip on you moves so that his arms are wrapped around your torso as you bring your right arm and wrap it around his neck, your left arm curled around his waist as he dips you backwards gently his body following yours until he brings you up, lifting you off the ground as you bend your legs a little as together you turn in a circle. Putting you down again you continue with the basic movements, quickly stepping forwards and backwards though now closer than before with your new hold upon one another.

Stepping apart Sands holds onto your right wrist once again, walking around you in a circle as you turn in his grasp, before quickly bringing your back against his chest, curling his arm around your waist again as you both step to the side before he lets go of your waist and spins you on the spot, then again holds onto you again as he brings his right foot back and you do the same leaning back against him, and kicking your left leg out in front of you into the air. Straightening up again he spins you round to face him, now bringing your fronts against one another as you wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps his around your waist, picking you up and spinning round again before letting you drop to the floor so that you land just on your right foot as your left leg wraps around Sands waist. With this movement the front of your bodies meet so closely that you swear that there were no clothes between you; you could feel every part of his body, his muscles rippling with every movement as you drop your leg down and continue step back as he steps into you, your torso’s still pressed firmly together with your arms around his neck.

Letting go of him you regain your initial stance with your hand on his upper arm and his on your lower back, your right hand clasped gently in his left a little out to the side of your bodies. Your movements fast paced you do the initial steps as the music fills your ears, your heart pounding in your chest so that you feel like it might burst. The concentration on Sands face and the look in his eyes is enough to make you shudder, and all of a sudden you’re starting to feel like this isn’t just dancing anymore. As passionate as the tango is it had never made this arise in you before, but right now as your body moves with Sands there is nothing that you want more that to be closer to him.

Dipping you down quickly your gaze locked you can see the same emotion in Sands eyes, the black depths filled with passion and want as he brings you up, his hand moving from your lower back to slide from your knee up your thigh, pushing the hem of your dress upwards as he does so. Pulling you back up you turn with him, almost gasping for air as you move and you can see the beads of perspiration building on his forehead, and feel the clamminess building over your own skin, your body hot as you move with Sands, his own feeling the same. Stepping sideways to your left, grasping both his shoulders and with both his hands on your lower back you dip backwards, far lower than before as your head lolls back, the tips of your hair almost touching the floor as you bend your left leg so that you lean back, and kick your right high up next to Sands side.

Just as quickly as you stand you’re brought against him once again as he grasps both your wrists in his, flinging your arms out sideways as he steps into you and you step back, mimicking the earlier steps with your arms outstretched until he lets go of your left wrist and spins you outwards, before your bodies slam against one another as he brings you in again, his hands holding onto your waist as he lifts you in the air before dropping you down again, his hands running up your sides as gravity makes you slip down so that your feet touch the floor again. Face to face with him once more you find every part of you screaming for more, moving again stepping back as he steps to you, bringing your left leg to wrap around his waist as he pulls you against him, his right hand running up your thigh as you dip, your head lolling backwards. You almost gasp in surprise as you feel his lips on your throat, your stance making it easily accessible for him and as he pulls you back upright and you put your leg down you realise that the dancing is about to end, and lead into something a whole lot more.

Ceasing your movements completely and just holding onto one another you look in his eyes, feeling his chest rise and fall quickly against yours as you gauge his thoughts, making sure that he is thinking what you believe him to be. Quickly you let go of him having confirmed your suspicions enough, and grabbing his wrist quickly in your hand you lead him off the dance floor, away from the couples still dancing. Your heart is beating profoundly in your chest as you think of what you’re about to do, but Sands pace matching yours right behind you tells you that you’ve started things now, and it is not the time to back out. You know that you don’t want to though, you know that although most men hadn’t interested you like this in a while you are still a woman, you still have wants and desires and right now, everything you need is in Sands.

Making your way over to the bar you lift up the hatch, ignoring Maria’s questioning look as you pull Sands along behind you, walking past her and through the door that leads to a small corridor where the door into the storeroom is. Stepping into the cool area you continue walking, not saying a word, just the sound of your own heart beating wildly in your ears. As soon as you and Sands are inside the storeroom you let go of his wrist and slam the door behind you, and in an instant you yourself are slammed into it, Sands having stepped into you his hands holding onto your waist firmly as his lips crush against your own. Bringing your own hands to his chest you can feel his heart beating at just the same speedy rate as your own, and as his hands caress your sides you cannot help the moan that tries to pass your lips, swallowed by Sands mouth as his tongue slips into yours.

His hands run up your sides, rubbing them as his tongue duels with your own, every sensation coursing through you and making you feel as though you’re going to explode. Raking your nails down Sands torso you feel him shudder as you draw them upwards to start undoing the buttons of his shirt. As his chest is revealed from the fabric you rake your nails again over his skin, feeling him tremble and swallowing the growl that erupts from his throat as he pushes you back harder, making you feel like you’ll go right through the solid door.

As his tongue ravages your mouth his hands do not remain idle, running down your sides and caressing them over the fabric of your dress, going lower down to your thighs and gently dragging the skirt of your dress upwards, stroking the bare skin of your thighs making you groan, again to be swallowed by Sands mouth. Dragging your own hands over Sands chest you go upwards, and try to pull his shirt down his shoulders. Breaking his grip on you for short moments he shrugs it off, but just as quickly his hands start their ministrations again, groping and massaging your thighs making you tremble as his fingers caress the more sensitive skin under your buttocks.

You moan quietly as his hands grope your thighs and he pulls you further against him, feeling his manhood pressing insistently against your hip notifying you of his want. In your kissing you break apart for a moment, breathing heavily as Sands then starts to kiss along your jaw, soft quick kisses leading a trail down to your throat as you tilt your head, allowing him to nibble and suck at the sensitive skin. Throwing your arms around his neck you entwine your fingers in his hair, bringing him closer, begging him to continue bestowing such pleasant sensations on your throat.

His hands cease their ministrations on the backs of your thighs and buttocks, slowly sliding down and caressing lower, edging towards the front. You gasp as you feel Sands hand slide up between your legs, over your mound as your dress rides higher until his hand slips beneath your underwear, his fingers sliding down as he swiftly locates the small hidden nub that already feels like it is throbbing with want. Your body convulses as he passes his finger over it and you feel as though your knees are going to buckle as you gasp for breath, now holding onto him for dear life and to stop you from falling as he continues his ministrations, his fingers working their magic between your legs and his lips working on your throat.

As you cling to him you’re finding it harder and harder to even breathe, your heart is pounding so quickly that you feel that it may just overload and just stop, and you would be nothing more than a mass on the floor. As it is without the support of Sands body you would probably have hit the floor by now, your legs feel like they want to give way and let you collapse. You groan as the pleasure builds inside you, but knowing that you can’t let Sands make all the effort whilst you just buckle before him you remove your arms from their hold on him, causing him to stop his ministrations on your throat to look at you though his fingers still continue to please you immensely. Looking in his eyes all you can see is blackness, and for a moment you wonder about them. You had always believed that the eyes were the window to the soul, but now as you looked in Sands eyes you saw nothing, nothing other than lust and want, no soul to be found. As Sands breaks the gaze with you and crushes his lips against yours once again, you muse over whether he is the devil himself, you are in fact both sinning quite terribly.

All your thoughts stop though as the pleasure inside you builds further and you realise what you were meaning to do, so drawing your hands down Sands heated chest you make your way to his belt, struggling furiously to undo the buckle. It seems to take an eternity as your hands fumble, trying to concentrate on getting it undone but being slightly distracted by Sands ministrations. Groaning you finally get it undone, quickly finding the zipper and undoing it and pushing Sands jeans to the floor. He moans quietly in your mouth and his tongue seems to take on a further persistence, thrusting into your mouth and searching out every part of the cavern, as if hinting things to come with certain other parts of your body.

Having freed Sands from his trousers you pass your left hand over his chest, marvelling at how he twitches beneath your touch, and as with your right hand your fingers rake over his abdomen, up to his naval before scraping gently down again, you feel him quiver further in anticipation. Lower still you let your hand wander, sliding it beneath the fabric of his pants as you reach his arousal, taking it in your hand and gently yet firmly stroking along it’s length causing Sands to shudder and groan further. Upon your ministrations on his manhood Sands seems to forget about his own antics, making you feel almost relieved yet slightly disappointed. As you slide your hand back and forth along Sands erection you feel him shudder further, pulsating in your hand with want and the build up of desire, and the need for that desire to be alleviated. Quickening your ministrations you feel Sands growl in his throat, the rumbling sensation lost in your mouth as his kissing becomes more fervent. In swift movements you find that Sands has hooked his fingers around your underwear and in a short amount of time you find said lingerie to be around your ankles where you quickly step out of them.

Now Sands takes hold of your wrist, ceasing your ministrations upon him and instantly you know that you’re about to embark upon the final act. Quickly Sands pants fall to the floor as you push the waistband down, and as Sands shoves you against the door you bring your right leg up, wrapping it around him digging your heel into his buttock as you feel his manhood press against your own arousal. With one buck of his hips Sands is engulfed within you, making you groan and tilt your head backwards knocking the back of it against the door as you break the kiss, feeling your bodies merge together.

Your hands grip Sands shoulders as he starts rocking against you, every motion drawing him from you a little then pushing himself back inside, hard and demanding as your movements slam you against the door. Sands left hand clutches your thigh, bringing your leg tighter to him as his pace builds up, thrusting inside you so that your hips crash together and you slam against the door more, faster and harder. As his left holds your thigh and caresses the skin Sands right hand runs up your left side to cup your breast over the fabric, and then moves so that his fingers pull the fabric down so that your breast is unbound and his onslaught can continue.

With your head lolling back Sands takes up his earlier ministrations on your throat, kissing and lavishing the skin with his tongue as his hand caresses your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple sending further jolts of pleasure through you. As the pace builds up faster and it becomes more erratic you know that you shall soon be falling from the precipice you’re standing upon, falling into the depths of oblivion as Sands thrusts into you harder, making those ripples of pleasure build into waves that that will soon course over your body.

As you continue you begin to rock your hips against Sands own, meeting his thrusts and forcing him deeper into you, hitting you in exactly the right place as you almost feel like screaming, your lips parted as you gasp for air. Curling your arms around Sands neck you bring him closer still, feeling his torso pressing against your own just as it had done whilst you were dancing, only this time his perspiration is meeting your own as your bodies collide together, your dress starting to feel damp through your efforts. You can feel Sands back hot and clammy against your touch as he thrusts into you, his muscles rippling with every movement sending excitement through you, marvelling that your act could make him feel as overpowered by passion as you are.

Pushing on further you’re sure that the door will be broken as Sands thrusts become ever more violent, slamming you against the door, as you bring your right hand from his back to cup his face as he tilts his head, softly kissing your palm before you force him to turn towards you, looking him in the eyes though the effort to keep them open is becoming incredibly difficult. Sands lips meet yours once again but leave just as quickly as he gasps a breath, and as he thrusts into you again you can tell he’s about to fall into ecstasy. Whimpering his name you find his eyes opening to look at you, staring directly at you as if he could see right through into your soul as you plead with him, and as he sees your wishes you find his caresses on your breast leaving, only to then find his fingers between your legs, sinking into your curls as he locates the nub again and swirls his finger over it, expertly making all the pleasurable sensations build within you until you feel as though you’re fit to explode with them.

Groaning you feel like your knees will buckle again until suddenly you find that your feet aren’t even touching the ground at all as both of Sands hands come to grab your waist, lifting you slightly off the ground and pressing you firmly against the door as he thrusts into you harder and deeper than you could ever imagine, and just as you feel the waves of pleasure ripple over him being released you find yourself falling too, groaning quietly as his body slams against yours one final time as the waves rip over you, your inner muscles clenching around Sands arousal as it throbs within, his own orgasm rushing through him as you hear a low growl rumbling from somewhere deep in his throat.

Panting Sands gently lets you drop to the ground again though you still have your right leg wrapped around him, keeping him against you. Panting you lean your head forward to rest on Sands shoulder, feeling his skin damp under your cheek. Sands body seems to collapse against you as he closes his eyes and leans forwards, his weight now gently pushing you against the door. Passing your arms under Sands’ own you hold onto him, your fingers splayed out touching his back, feeling his body still and begin to cool.

For a moment you stand like this, until Sands gently pushes your leg down from around him and withdraws from you. His lids seem heavy as he shuffles back with his trousers around his ankles and looks at you, and you can’t even begin to wonder what’s going through his head as he smirks suddenly.

“I was right.” He says quietly as his breathing starts to regulate. He looks at you with that smile, you leaning your back against the wall as your chest rises and falls quickly.

“About what?” you query slightly breathlessly.

“You’re the perfect partner.” He says, a small mischievous smile playing on his lips, and the same emotion twinkling in his eyes. You smile at him as he looks at you, just watching him as he stands before you, his body shining gently with a sheen of sweat. Breaking your gaze Sands lets out a small sigh and bends to pick up his pants and trousers, pulling them up to their rightful position. Knowing that there is little else to do you find your own underwear and slip it on, pulling the top of your dress back over your exposed breast and pulling the hem down to it’s rightful position.

You continue to lean casually against the wall as you watch Sands buckle the belt you’d despised just moments ago, and you start to feel quite disappointed that it’s all over now, especially as he finds his shirt and proceeds to put it on, taking away your view of his perfectly sculpted chest. Looking at you as he does the buttons up he smiles, noticing your expression having fallen a little as you ponder the fact that your time with Sands is probably at an end. As he gets the last button done up he steps towards you and you step away from the door, ready to allow him to walk through it and out of your life just as quickly as he came in. You didn’t want to keep him around and you didn’t want a relationship with him, but you always did feel a little bit saddened knowing that things had reached the end.

Stopping in front of you instead of opening the door Sands cups your cheek in his hand and tilts your head to look at him, staring directly into your eyes seemingly trying to gauge all the emotions running through your mind. Instinctively you close your eyes as Sands tilts his head towards you, his lips meeting yours as he kisses you softly. Sighing quietly as he draws away you open your eyes, and see him smiling genuinely and warmly at you.

“I might see you around.” He says quietly, and even though you know that he’s most probably only saying it to make you feel better you nod your head in agreement.

“Ok, maybe I’ll teach you how to dance better next time.” You reply playfully.

“That would be nice.” Sands humours you, that lop-sided grin from earlier making an appearance on his lips once more. “Well, Buenos noches.” [Good night] Sands says, kissing you quickly before stepping away again.

“Buenos noches.” You answer quietly as Sands opens the door and steps out into the little corridor, blinking in the light as his eyes had become accustomed to the darkness of the storeroom and fishing his shades from his pocket. Putting the shades on he glances back to you briefly as you stand in the doorway watching him, and as he turns and saunters away, running a hands through his now damp hair you let out a small sigh.

Very short moments after you watch Sands walk through the door into the bar you find Maria stepping into the corridor making a bee line for you.

“I won’t ask.” She says with a smile as she looks at you and your ruffled clothes. You smile your response, not feeling like speaking at all and watch as she passes you and steps into the storeroom, flicking the light switch on that you had forgotten about. “Bloody took your time though, we ran out of tequila ages ago and I couldn’t get in here with all the banging against the door you two were doing.” She says, her tone peeved but with a jovial edge to it.

“Sorry.” You mutter quietly, not exactly paying attention and more lost in your own thoughts, the response being an instinctual one to being scolded no matter how lightly.

“It’s alright, you needed to get laid.” Maria responds, her tone full of mischief as she picks up a couple of bottles from a shelf. “He’s gone now, for good I take it?” she adds, her tone more serious as she looks at you. Thinking for a moment you nod your head, knowing that Sands would not return and if he did it wouldn’t be for you. It was better that way you’re sure, you’re going to be going back home in a couple of months as it is, and you really can’t see yourself being in a relationship in that time, especially not with a character like Sands. It had been fun whilst it lasted, passionate and energetic, the dancing and the sex, but now as Maria looks at you waiting for an answer you know that there is only one to give;

“It’s over, the end.”

THE END

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AN: Phew, is it warm in here or what? I don’t know about you but I’m warm despite the radiator being freezing. Ah well, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it and I hope that it was to everyone’s satisfaction. I’m slightly worried about the tango dancing, whether that got too complicated and lost the mood, and also about whether maybe I included too much history before getting into the story properly, but hopefully it’s ok. I would appreciate it if people would let me know what they think via reviews, and I thank you for reading and really hope you enjoyed it! Ciao!

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