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Ben rolled over in the bed, absently groping for the figure that should have been tucked under the covers as well, when all his fingers found was cold sheets his eyes cracked open. Blurrily the man glanced around, at first confused since this wasn’t his room but a dawning reminder of the past several hours came to him, as did the desire to find his fiancée. She wasn’t in the room, the tv was on the chatter just a low, quiet background noise, but a quick check of his phone proved she was still in the house. Abby at least figured out that he would wonder where she was. He sat up and after stretching, waking up a bit more, and putting on pants, he padded out of her room and started to hunt through the rest of the house for her.
It actually wasn’t all that hard, he just followed his ears. There was music playing from somewhere. Something that took him embarrassingly long to pegg as one of the musical pieces from that damn ballet he had been dragged to a few years ago by his mother. The Nutcracker. The movie adaptations weren’t bad but he just wasn’t all that interested in watching people prance around on a stage. There wasn’t any talking either. It was just all music and prancing.
Not that he said anything as he eventually made his way to the dance studio, he knew better than to dump on someone else’s hobby. It just wasn’t his thing. Ben came to a stop in the doorway, a brow raising as he got a closer look at Abby’s outfit, and made a mental note to maybe make her dancing his thing. The taller male leaned against the door jam, absently crossing his arms over his bare chest and just watched her ‘prance’ across the space. His eyes never leaving her figure as she practiced.
It actually wasn’t all that hard, he just followed his ears. There was music playing from somewhere. Something that took him embarrassingly long to pegg as one of the musical pieces from that damn ballet he had been dragged to a few years ago by his mother. The Nutcracker. The movie adaptations weren’t bad but he just wasn’t all that interested in watching people prance around on a stage. There wasn’t any talking either. It was just all music and prancing.
Not that he said anything as he eventually made his way to the dance studio, he knew better than to dump on someone else’s hobby. It just wasn’t his thing. Ben came to a stop in the doorway, a brow raising as he got a closer look at Abby’s outfit, and made a mental note to maybe make her dancing his thing. The taller male leaned against the door jam, absently crossing his arms over his bare chest and just watched her ‘prance’ across the space. His eyes never leaving her figure as she practiced.
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After taking a brief break to lay down, Abby was back up and dancing, still feeling a bit elated from the drink she finished earlier. It was a bit hard when she didn't have Andy but she was able to do a nice leap into the air, a graceful spit to make it more unique. Another spin and she stopped for a moment, finally noticing she had an audience. “Ben!!! Hai!” She giggled and waved, bouncing over to him with her hands behind her back. “Got my message I see. Did you want to dance with me? It's so much fun! Or I could show you my aerial silks? Those are fun too!” Either way she would be elated if he joined her for a bit. Maybe he could hold her up like Andy usually does for their routine? That got her to blush a little but she shook her head.
Nope. Now was not the time for that.
Nope. Now was not the time for that.
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His brows went up as he watched the blonde bounce over. “You should have woken me,” he chided her gently. Ben was getting use to just how active Abby was. He got that she detested sitting still, which he understood, but this bubbly bouncy act was not normal. At least as far as he could tell. It also didn’t help that she was normally a bit more Tsundere around him, which he got a massive kick out of since he enjoyed pulling her metaphorical tail. So this cheery, happy to see you, reaction was a bit surprising. Was she drunk? Or high? He knew she wasn’t a substance abuser since he would have been informed but the booze… that was a possibility. Curious now Ben took a step forward and slid his arms around her before leaning in for a kiss.
No, no booze there. No flavor other than her own, and a slight hint of chocolate. “How about a dance Princess,” I’m not sure you could handle anything off the floor right now, he silently added even as he started to sway with her like they were dancing at a ball or something. “Abby, have you eaten anything recently?” He asked ‘absently’, humming along to one of the songs. “What about drinks?”
No, no booze there. No flavor other than her own, and a slight hint of chocolate. “How about a dance Princess,” I’m not sure you could handle anything off the floor right now, he silently added even as he started to sway with her like they were dancing at a ball or something. “Abby, have you eaten anything recently?” He asked ‘absently’, humming along to one of the songs. “What about drinks?”
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“Woke you? Why? You were sleeping…And I didn't want more hickies.” She paused and tapped her chin giggling, “At least not now. Can I have them later?” sex was good….TOO good, and she wanted it all the time now, no thanks to her fiance. However, she was willing to put it off if it meant she could dance more. Abby blinked for a second like she just noticed something, “Ooooh…Where is your shirt? Haha be glad it's not cold enough for you to point lasers…” She made the pew pew noise when Ben leaned down to kiss her. Abby….Really liked kissing. Any other day and she would've been embarrassed by how quickly she returned the favor, but with the drink coursing through her system still, she could really care less about how responsive she was.
Oh! Dancing!
Abby was going to pout when the kiss ended but dancing was fun and she had already asked him in the first place. While they were ballroom dancing, she thought about his weird question. “Nnnnnnope! I had hot cocoa that mother bought me weeks before they went on vacation. It was soooo good! I should ask her to get more~ Makes me feel nice.” She twirled right alongside him, “You know ... .Have you ever swing danced before? Andy taught me one time when we went to this 18 and under club and I got to meet DJ Tina….Lefay I think?” She hummed with him while they danced, “Oh! Maybe you can help me with some stuff for the nutcracker? There are some scenes where I have to be picked up, and Andy usually is my partner for that but he's not here and you're…” She giggled, “Bigger so it shouldn't be a problem for you.”
Oh! Dancing!
Abby was going to pout when the kiss ended but dancing was fun and she had already asked him in the first place. While they were ballroom dancing, she thought about his weird question. “Nnnnnnope! I had hot cocoa that mother bought me weeks before they went on vacation. It was soooo good! I should ask her to get more~ Makes me feel nice.” She twirled right alongside him, “You know ... .Have you ever swing danced before? Andy taught me one time when we went to this 18 and under club and I got to meet DJ Tina….Lefay I think?” She hummed with him while they danced, “Oh! Maybe you can help me with some stuff for the nutcracker? There are some scenes where I have to be picked up, and Andy usually is my partner for that but he's not here and you're…” She giggled, “Bigger so it shouldn't be a problem for you.”
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“Ah. Well, let's just forget about that hot chocolate for now shall we?” He suspected that someone either spiked the drink or that it was like those alcoholic chocolates, but with a drink rather than candy, because she was definitely under the influence of something. He didn’t mind it really but he had a feeling she might feel differently in the morning once the high wore off. “And never you mind about my shirt, your folks house is quite warm all things considered,” Ben absently nuzzled her under her ear before twirling her out and back in. “Besides, I figured you would enjoy the view.”
The taller man smirked at the blonde, well aware of her new found ‘hobby’, one he only introduced to her very recently. “I can’t say as I know how to Swing dance but I do know how to waltz.” His mother insisted he knew how to at least do that for the very rare times he got dragged along to rub elbows with the movers and shakers of the city. “Shall I show you?” Ben didn’t really wait for her to agree before he pulled her closer and started to actually glide across the dance studio, absently noting their figures in the wall mirrors. “Andy? Who is Andy?” He asked quietly, turning her so she was facing away but still tucked against him. Maybe her intoxicated wasn’t so bad, not if he could get answers like this out of her at least. He was still going to toss that hot coco the first chance he got though.
The taller man smirked at the blonde, well aware of her new found ‘hobby’, one he only introduced to her very recently. “I can’t say as I know how to Swing dance but I do know how to waltz.” His mother insisted he knew how to at least do that for the very rare times he got dragged along to rub elbows with the movers and shakers of the city. “Shall I show you?” Ben didn’t really wait for her to agree before he pulled her closer and started to actually glide across the dance studio, absently noting their figures in the wall mirrors. “Andy? Who is Andy?” He asked quietly, turning her so she was facing away but still tucked against him. Maybe her intoxicated wasn’t so bad, not if he could get answers like this out of her at least. He was still going to toss that hot coco the first chance he got though.
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Of course she enjoyed the view, but for as high as she was, she already knew not to admit to that.
Oh waltzing! Abby could do that as well, it was what she used to impress her parent’s friends whenever they came over as a child. Usually she would waltz with her teddy bear and they would find it so cute and adorable. It was how she earned her princess nickname. Plum fairy was from her first major ballet show, and that was strictly her father only. Ben can call her princess all he liked (even if she pretended to hate it), she wasn't sure about her other nicknames though. While they waltzed Abby did throw her head back to laugh a little, enjoying the momentum while they glided along the studio.
Tucked against him, Abby hummed to the music while they swayed a bit. “Andy is my best friend! He has been since forever and he is also my ballet partner. Any time we have a show coming up, he is usually my partner.” There was a bit of a frowny pout while her eyes looked a little sad for a second. “No one was able to be my partner. ‘Too much alpha feme b***h energy’. But Andy stepped up and volunteered. We’ve been top three in most couples competitions as well as top pick for lead roles at our studio.~” She beamed, happy again. “I have the ribbons and trophies to prove it too! We proved everyone wrong and no one has to know that I'm really just a Princess b***h bottom with an attitude!” She laughed at that one, then covered her mouth making a shocked face. “Ooop….I said too much haha!” She looked up at him, “I might have to kill you now~ Just like in James Bond…I think.”
Oh waltzing! Abby could do that as well, it was what she used to impress her parent’s friends whenever they came over as a child. Usually she would waltz with her teddy bear and they would find it so cute and adorable. It was how she earned her princess nickname. Plum fairy was from her first major ballet show, and that was strictly her father only. Ben can call her princess all he liked (even if she pretended to hate it), she wasn't sure about her other nicknames though. While they waltzed Abby did throw her head back to laugh a little, enjoying the momentum while they glided along the studio.
Tucked against him, Abby hummed to the music while they swayed a bit. “Andy is my best friend! He has been since forever and he is also my ballet partner. Any time we have a show coming up, he is usually my partner.” There was a bit of a frowny pout while her eyes looked a little sad for a second. “No one was able to be my partner. ‘Too much alpha feme b***h energy’. But Andy stepped up and volunteered. We’ve been top three in most couples competitions as well as top pick for lead roles at our studio.~” She beamed, happy again. “I have the ribbons and trophies to prove it too! We proved everyone wrong and no one has to know that I'm really just a Princess b***h bottom with an attitude!” She laughed at that one, then covered her mouth making a shocked face. “Ooop….I said too much haha!” She looked up at him, “I might have to kill you now~ Just like in James Bond…I think.”
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“Ah,” That was all Ben said as they continued to dance, already making a mental note to talk to this ‘Andy’ fellow. Abby was his. While the boy was allowed to dance with her for competitions, since it seemed to make her happy, that was all he was allowed to do and Ben would need to make sure he knew that. His absent scowl deepened as she fessed up to how the others in her group saw her, while he understood since she could be a brat with a capital B, it still wasn't nice and well… She was his. And he wanted to protect her even if it was just from bad vibes. His scowl faded when she confessed even further and then tried to pull off the whole Bond villain move. Ha, she was no more scary than a baby bunny. “Oh Princess,” He sighed before spinning her out and then right back in. “I think you can think of something else to make me forget about your slip of the tongue,” Ben murmured in her ear, slowing their dance down into more of a sway.
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That got a pout.
“It’s Abby Bennnnnnnn, not princess. You know that~” She couldn't even sound serious, blushing just at what Ben was suggesting. She looked up at him then, “More…Hickies?” Because that was a bribe right? But also…She was in the mood to do things other than dancing. It seems like the libido could not be held back for too much longer. “Hickies are nice…But can you make sure it's not on the neck anymore? I can't explain that away when I go to dance class.” She sighed and pouted, “Can we have sex now? I would really like to do that, don't care where…Just now please.”
“It’s Abby Bennnnnnnn, not princess. You know that~” She couldn't even sound serious, blushing just at what Ben was suggesting. She looked up at him then, “More…Hickies?” Because that was a bribe right? But also…She was in the mood to do things other than dancing. It seems like the libido could not be held back for too much longer. “Hickies are nice…But can you make sure it's not on the neck anymore? I can't explain that away when I go to dance class.” She sighed and pouted, “Can we have sex now? I would really like to do that, don't care where…Just now please.”
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He chuckled before nuzzling her neck, “Abby, that is the whole point.” He placed a light kiss on her skin but did not actually place a hickey there… yet. As for her other request. Ben hesitated for a moment, contemplating just what she had asked before shaking his head. As much as he enjoyed it, and would enjoy it, them having sex right now was not a good idea. She was on something. She was intoxicated in some way, even if it was accidental, and them having sex was crossing a line.
With a sigh he stopped dancing, placed a light kiss on her forehead, and stepped away from her. “Come on, it's a little chilly down here. Let's go back upstairs, snuggle under the blankets, and watch one or two of those shows you were talking about earlier.” He would be a gentleman and not take advantage of her. He would be polite and just tuck her into bed to sleep off her high. He would be good… mostly.
“If you still feel like it in a few hours, I’ll be happy to indulge you until you can't walk anymore,” Ben informed her matter-of-factly before scooping her up in a princess carry. “Now hold tight Princess.” He eased out of the room and headed back up towards her room where he planned to do just what he had said, regardless of how much she pouted.
With a sigh he stopped dancing, placed a light kiss on her forehead, and stepped away from her. “Come on, it's a little chilly down here. Let's go back upstairs, snuggle under the blankets, and watch one or two of those shows you were talking about earlier.” He would be a gentleman and not take advantage of her. He would be polite and just tuck her into bed to sleep off her high. He would be good… mostly.
“If you still feel like it in a few hours, I’ll be happy to indulge you until you can't walk anymore,” Ben informed her matter-of-factly before scooping her up in a princess carry. “Now hold tight Princess.” He eased out of the room and headed back up towards her room where he planned to do just what he had said, regardless of how much she pouted.
