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5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

There was some insanity going on in Fandom this week, and after John and Gavin had been assaulted by their visitor, they'd parted. And gotten a change of wardrobe.

After leaving her in...Gavin's dorm room, Johnny realized had to find Baby, he'd made a mistake leaving Kellerman's like that. He stormed into the...common room to find her sitting in the corner, watching the show.

In reality, there was no show. It was just Gavin in a really frilly dress staring at the television and looking disheartened.

Clad in tight black pants and popped-collar shirt, Johnny stormed over to where Baby sat, announcing to the world that, "Nobody puts Baby in the corner!" Then he offered her his hand.

Tomorrow would be painful.

[This is all

sith_happened's fault. Minimal OCD ~~coming for the dance~~ ready!]

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Dropping Baby's hand, Johnny stalked off the table and found the cd record player, cuing up the start of their song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpmILPAcRQo) and looking back to Baby.

His eyes were so full of love and the belief that she could do this, she could dance and forget about the audience, forget about her parents for just a few glorious minutes.

Edited 2009-04-07 22:36 (UTC)

For a moment, she was alone. Alone on the stage, hands curling against the fabric of her frilly pink dress.

Let's take a moment and come back to reality and realize that Gavin was in a dress. This was all Principal Winchester's fault.

And then, there was music. And then, there was Johnny. And his eyes were on her. They were on her and no one else but her. He was focused on her and she'd never known that kind of attention from anyone outside her family. She felt...loved.

Johnny was coming back towards her now. And they were going to dance.

Oh, Johnny.

Walking toward her from the shadows (or just hopping back up on the table), Johnny gave Baby a come hither finger and wrapped his hands around her waist to remind her it was just them doing their dance, right here, right now.

And then he grabbed Baby's hand and started the dance, moving to bend her back in swirling turn, his body pressed close to hers.

It was hard to think of anything BUT Johnny when his body was right up against hers like that. Baby took one of Johnny's strong hands and let the other rest on his arm. They were together, together as one. Two extensions of one dance.

He moved with Johnny, bending backwards and letting his nonexistent long hair fall down her back seductively. Slow and smooth, no jerky movements, no twitching. Johnny had taught her so well. He was so much more than the sum of his parts. He was so much more than he thought of. He was her whole world and she would dance.

Dance. For him.

When she came back up, she was smirking, clearly thinking other thoughts when they were like this. And they'd just started. Baby knew she was going to start sweating and that would mean sweatily clinging to Johnny.

Oh, that was just going to be devastating.

Oh, Johnny knew that smirk very well. There was a reason they called this dirty dancing.

Johnny smirked back, thinking of how good things would be later, after the dance when they could be together without the spotlight or the crowd or her fantastic dress to keep them apart.

He turned her around, lifting her arm up and moving to slide his hand down like they'd practiced for so long. He knew she wouldn't giggle this time.

Back in reality, there was no way John was going to be okay with the sheer amount of fondling that went on during this dance. Can anyone say repression?

He believed in her so much. She wasn't sure what she'd done to deserve such a man but she wasn't going to question it. Baby lifted her head into his, her nose almost touching his and focused on him while his hand brushed her side. She could just stay like this with him, all cocooned up in his love and his arms. It was where she'd always wanted to be even if she hadn't know that.

He was her home.

Two teenage boys, one wearing a dress, were now nearly snuggling on a common room kitchen table. Repression was going to be EXTRAORDINARY here.

Baby knew what was coming next and she subtly positioned her body to get ready. She was going to dance with Johnny Castle. At the beginning of this trip, she'd carried a watermelon and he'd barely been able to look at her. He was unattainable and she was a child.

Now. Now, they were going to dance the last dance of the season. They were going to dance and it was going to be amazing.

He needed her more than anything in this world. Looking down the length of her long nose, he could see his soul reflected in her bright eyes.

Stroking his hand slowly down the soft silk of her dress, brushing over the very edge of her breast, John placed his hand finally at her waist. She'd done it perfectly. Not a flinch. That was his Baby.

Leaning in, he kissed the tip of Baby's nose, his hands positioned themselves with hers for the first turn of the dance.

It was time.

It was finally time. After all the practicing, all the pain, all the humiliation, it was time to really dance. Baby had almost been sure this moment wouldn't come. She'd had so much let down in her life that she almost didn't want to believe it.

But, no. Johnny wouldn't get her hopes up only to dash them. With that soft kiss on her nose (and Gavin was going to contemplate burning the tip off later), Baby knew it was time.

And as she grasped Johnny's hand, spinning effortlessly (in reality, there was nothing graceful or nice about this turn) out of her turn, Baby knew that she'd have the time of her life with him.

God, she was beautiful.

He'd known since that day in the rain when she'd told him he was wild. The sound of her laugh was worth a thousand broken car windows.

Twirling her out he barely had to move, just watch her spin beautifully, skirt pooling up around her waist like spinning cotton candy. There was no hesitation as he pulled her back in for the first steps of the merengue.

They both started on the two. She was perfect.

In reality, heaven hope the table held out for two flailing teenage boys.

She was only perfect because he made her perfect. He was her other half and she didn't want to be doing anything else in the world right now except dancing with him.

Well, maybe one more thing but they could do that later. And when Gavin realized he even THOUGHT that about John, he was liable to drink paint.

The pace of the music picked up now and Baby went onto her toes, refusing to put her heel down like Johnny had chastised her for. She'd listened and learned and she was going to dance for him. She was going to be his muse.

Hands up, on his shoulder and grasping one of his, Baby started to move for the first few steps of the song. There was nothing hesitant about her moves at all.

She was going to show everyone that she could do this. That she wasn't some younger sister. She was Baby Houseman.

And she was breaking out of that corner.

Once the dance got going, there was nothing but Johnny, Baby, and the music. Likely because there were no real lights or crowd clapping and cheering them on. Nor were there parents in the audience realizing how awesome their daughter's boyfriend was.

Moving with her like they were designed that way, Johnny spun Baby at he perfect moment, turning them both toward the crowd to do some incredibly intricate footwork that would normally get whoops of encouragement from girls in plaid tube tops.

Johnny really had never felt this way before.

Even when they were facing their huge crowed (hint: there was actually no one there), Baby only saw Johnny. He was her anchor, her port in the storm, her touchstone. They were going to get each other through this dance.

Baby could feel herself starting to perspire a little (which wasn't surprising since John and Gavin were flailing on a table in the common room) but she knew it was a good sweat. It was the kind of sweat she and Johnny worked up under the moonlight so many times this summer.

Just thinking about that got her hotter.

They turned back to each other and Baby was feeling her groove now. She was getting into the zone and she was getting into Johnny's zone. He spun her once and she followed suit, spinning him too. She glimpsed his strong back muscles briefly and got hotter.

There were prettier girls, smarter girls, better girls but he'd picked her. Her past, present and future appeared in his eyes and suddenly, she felt like she could fly.

That was later in the dance though.

Edited 2009-04-08 00:00 (UTC)

He could feel that she was more relaxed than any other time they'd danced. He wanted to lick that sheen of sweat off her neck, but this was not the time. There was dancing to do.

So he spun her, around and around, catching her at her waist and letting her get her groove on with the music, all pressed up against him.

Hopefully Gavin didn't fall off the table from dizziness.

Baby most certainly got his groove on. With her pelvis locked against Johnny's, she felt confident enough to throw her arms up in the air and shake her luxurious hair back and forth.

Gavin's hair was longer than John's but there was certainly no way he could really shake it out. It didn't stop him from looking like his neck had been broken and was now flopping uselessly from side to side.

The music was her life, Baby thought. Her life with Johnny. It started slow, started boring but then it got faster and that's when Baby got good. That's when she took hold of Johnny and they thrust one hip forward and then the other. Their hips were like magnets, so attracted to each other even during dancing.

Gavin and John thrusting their hips towards each other probably looked more like a seizure.

Baby stepped closer to Johnny again, sliding one hair into his thick, dark locks and letting her fingers play over the silky strands and they turned, their eyes on each other.

Baby felt so alive.

It was hot under nonexistant lights. They paused, pressed against each other, chests heaving, lips mere inches away from a sweaty kiss.

Johnny clenched his jaw, looking at her like he could devour her in an instant. But he gave in to the dance and pushed her out into another spin, pulling her close again for just a moment where they clung to each other and he got to see her smile all big and close to him.

Everyone watching this dance could see the love he felt for Baby.

After a few more spins and a lot more fancy footwork they were back, joined at the groin, his leg between hers, his hand at her lower back and they were grinding it up.

Please, someone stop them. Please.

Baby didn't want this to ever stop. She didn't want to ever stop feeling Johnny's manly parts pressed against hers. It made her feel so alive, so invigorated. Baby knew her parents were watching this, probably glaring but she couldn't help but move with Johnny, giving as good as she got, letting him feel all of her as they started grinding on the common room table.

Maybe the common room table would break and stab Gavin through the brain.

Johnny's eyes were so intense while they danced and he kept those soulful orbs of love on her when they danced away from each other and right back closer. Baby knew what was coming next. It was just the small lift but it was a lift nonetheless.

Baby jumped into Johnny's arms, ready for the spin. Ready for the carousel. Ready to feel her body in Johnny's strong, strong hands.

All that friction just got Johnny hotter. He probably needed to adjust, but there was no time, it was the first lift and Johnny had to spin fast on his heels to keep from dropping her.

Not that Baby looked heavier, but she was no eighty pound waif.

With another few steps and a spin, Johnny stopped, raising Baby's hand to his lips and kissing it before reluctantly letting go and leaping off the common room table with a huge amount of gusto.

That was going to hurt in the morning.

Her skin burned where he kissed (and oh how Gavin would hope that it was a literal burn later) her hand. His lips were like fire and she was the kindling and together, they lasted an eternity.

Now, it was her turn to just admire him. And watching him walk away was not a hard thing to do. He had such a tight little bum, all covered in that black fabric and Baby couldn't help herself. She just had to stare.

She was on the stage but no one was watching her. Johnny deserved the attention, the spotlight. Johnny deserved everything. She looked on at him adoringly. Her eyes, though, they were anything but adoring.

They were, in fact, hungry eyes and they were devouring Johnny up.

It was his moment in the spotlight and Johnny was gonna take it and make them all believe it was meant for him.

He popped up off the ground, a section of hair flapping hot and sweaty against his forehead as he gyrated through the crowd. Snapping his fingers, he made sultry eye contact with everyone, twisting and dancing up the aisle.

But none of them got anything like the look he sent Baby before he flung himself to his knees for some new version of spinning break dancing, banging his head to make his long...okay spiky hair fly.

Johnny leapt into the air from a kneeling point and turned to face the table where he knew Baby was still moving, waiting for him and their big finale. He danced with their friends, moves perfectly choreographed. Other than the part where he danced alone.

Spinning one last time he turned again to Baby and nodded his head, biting his lip in wonder of her courage. They would do the lift. But only if she was ready.

Oh, she was ready. She was ready to fly. She was ready to be a bird in the sky, feeling Johnny's hands holding her strong. He would never let her fall. He would never drop her.

Their friends rushed forward, taking her hands and helping her down. She landed daintily on her feet, not able to control her immense grin. This was their big finish. This was going to be the moment they showed everyone that dreams really could come true.

Metaphorically. Because the lift was a metaphor for life and Johnny was the earth and Baby was a bird and...look, it made sense somewhere.

The audience wasn't going to get any warning about this. Their retinas might be permanently damaged.

And that's when Baby started running towards Johnny, leaping off of her feet and into Johnny's waiting hands, ready to be lifted to the sky.

To fly!

To soar!

He was ready for her. It was just like they'd practiced. She wasn't going to stop and dance around him like the first time they'd tried the lift on stage.

Johnny's hands hit her hips and tugged upward with her jump momentum...but again, this was not some eighty pound girl he was tossing over his head. This was Gavin. Who was nearly as tall as he was and maybe a little broader.

Meaning Gavin went up and John crashed backwards where he was about to get crushed by a teenage boy.

Yet another something that was gonna hurt in the morning.

Sadly, none of this fazed Johnny.

Baby crashed down on top of Johnny, her knee narrowly missing some very important areas. She was panting and sweating but she was grinning. They'd done it, they'd done the lift.

Even if they hadn't.

They'd danced their last danced and, if anyone asked, Baby would tell them that she'd had the time of her life. She clutched Johnny to her bosom, letting their friends dance around them and wondered how her life had gotten so good.

To recap: Gavin was now clutching John to his chest. Yeeeeeeep.

Johnny pulled her closer starting to move his feet and dance again.

Because somehow he was standing, yes.

And his male parts were intact.

It was a good day.

So he started singing to his love. "Now I've. Had. The time of my life. No, I never felt this way before. Yes I swear. It's the truth..." She was the most perfect vision he'd ever seen. The song was the metaphor for their relationship when coupled with the lift and all the grinding. He screwed up his face to shout and nod his head with each of the last words of t he song, "And I owe it all to you!"

Then he gazed deeply into Baby's eyes, feeling her hands on his neck and in the back of his hair.

He was singing to her and only to her. Everyone else in the room ceased to exist but them. It was as if they were alone in a big empty room, surrounded by candles and nothing to keep them warm but their love.

...and the fire from the candles.

Baby ran her hands through the luxurious brown locks of his semi mullet. She loved the feel of its softness over her fingers. She was addicted to him, to all of him and she wanted to physically show him how much she was into him.

She leaned up closer, wanting to kiss him, needing to kiss him. It would be the cherry on top, the icing on the cake, the perfect ending to a perfect dance.

And so Baby kissed Johnny. Right there, on the common table.

Yep.

There was going to be a lot of horrified screaming and scrubbing of tongues with bleach tomorrow.

She was the time of his life. He pressed his lips to hers, not caring that her parents were watching or that he had no job and no money to his name. He had Baby Houseman.

When the kiss finally ended, Johnny looked deep into her eyes again and lifted her straight up into the air. Sort of. At least he didn't drop her.

Lowering her back into his arms, he started rocking and dancing again. This was their time. This was their love.

On the common room table.

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