part 3 continued.. 3rd bit..the dancing...!

It sounded like an accordion and guitar, and although I could not see any musicians, I knew it was live. I know nothing at all about accordion music, but this was evocative of a french pavement cafe; romantic, sentimental, perhaps melancholy. The sound of the gypsy style guitar made me feel like I was outdoors, it really carried me away to another place, maybe another time.
People slowly started to pair up and begin dancing over the polished floor, and as they did, so the geometric shapes on the walls started to move into the room, as if they were drawn in by the music like a magnet, until they clicked into place on the floor. Suddenly, a whole spectacular 3 dimensional cosmos appeared in the hall, formed by the shapes, the markings on the floor and a bizarre mirroring effect of the highly polished black surface under our feet. I felt giddy, trippy and disorientated, as if I was not standing on anything solid, freefalling through space, and started to feel myself levitate a little. Instinctively, I grabbed Nic's arm, and he swiftly, gently but firmly put his arm around my waist and with his free hand held mine. I instantly felt my feet touch the ground again. He held me steady for a few seconds before smiling and saying really softly, "are you ok to dance?"
I was feeling more than a little panicky about my legs at that point, but felt immediately reassured as Nic continued to hold me firmly around my waist with his other hand holding mine, like a magnet holding me to the ground, supporting me so my legs had a chance to recover.
I breathed out relief as we began to dance, just gently rocking to and fro, it was as much as we could do to keep our balance as the hall kept changing shapes.
I soon began to feel my body again, and relax into it. Nic must have sensed it because he moved his hand so it was in the centre of my back and we both relaxed the grip of our other hands. I became so aware of his smell again, it really was like a sandy beach next to the ocean, it wasn't an aftershave or scent, it was the essence of his skin. My face was very close to his bare chest, which seemed to glow with a warm gold, but I kept my focus on the drawn on bow tie, which had started to melt a little under the lights.
He made a joke about mascara always running.
My hair was pulling a little under his hand on my back, so I moved it out of the way and over one shoulder. Up until that point, everything had been completely..simple.
It all changed.
I involuntarily gasped when Nic's hand returned to my exposed back, the contact of his skin on mine was... Unbelievable. The touch of his hand sent a tidal wave of golden energy surging right through me, in my minds eye I could seed a spinning vortex spiralling into infinity, I felt myself losing my balance, aware of our skin, the flimsy material of my dress, under which I wore nothing, and the transience of clothing, the naturalness of nakedness, Nic's suit jacket barely covering any of his chest, the skin of his neck so open, his fingers on my back ..
I actually shivered and almost fell. I totally.. lost it. It was impossible for me to hide in my body what I was feeling and pointless to pretend it hadn't happened.
I tried to look over Nic's shoulder, carry on and regain some composure. But Nic gave me such a deep look, which I was suprised to see, which said, it's ok, I'm vulnerable too, In human just like you, you don't have to be anything you are not..and there was at once a glint in his eye, perhaps he had felt it too, as well as a profound dark sadness.
Although it was slightly reassured, I felt I had injured him in some way and wanted to heal it, quickly. So, unpremeditated, I instinctively gave him a light hug, as a gentle human apology from me and for everything he had ever been through.. His hug in return was equally light, as if to say, no need, it's ok, don't be sorry; but I always felt a fleeting darkness run across his soul.
We continued to dance, just gently rocking from one side to the other, it began to feel hypnotic, as if we were actually doing T'ai Chi, weight shifting from one leg to the other, and the cosmic patterns flowing all around us moved the energy through us more powerfully.
The moment of sexual energy had passed. It was fine again. Or so I thought..

The music changed pace and became a little wilder, more fluid and freer, with an almost tango like rhythm. The floor cleared, and in the middle of the hall, suspended in mid air appeared a hologram of two figures. It was a man and a woman, he was completely shirtless, only in black tight fitting trousers, and she was in an off shoulder blouse with a red orange frilled skirt cut dangerously high at the front and scooping down at the back flailing behind her like a flame. Both were bare footed. They started to dance, striking exaggerated poses like gymnasts at the beginning of a routine, backs arched, arms taut, faces sultry, dusky, eyes locked, hands flourishing, then plunging at each other in a sexually charged display of hip snaking and groin grinding, almost violently passionate latin style dancing. I could feel my breathing speeding up and my head spinning. I looked around the hall to see the reaction of other spectators, who were just looking easily on, smiling pleasantly, clapping their hands joyfully with delight, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were seeing the same dancing hologram as me. I looked at Nic, his eyes were burning, his lips were slightly parted. . And I knew that HE was.
The dancers separated and the crowd clapped in appreciation as the hologram dissolved away.

At that point, a shrill whistle was blown 3 times in quick succession, making me jump, and what looked unbelievably like my old gym teacher shouted "dinner time ladies and gentlemen!" !!!
To be continued.. The best is yet to come...





-- Edited by lula at 13:57, 2008-03-10