If I fall - S01 E21

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If I fall - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

A week had passed since me and Drew's double date with Demarcus and Maria, and now it was Saturday and I was preparing myself for group rehearsal. I knew we had exactly a week till the recital and my nerves were starting to kick in. Yesterday at school I had I seen the costumes for my group and my duet with Drew and I was absolutely in love with them. I knew the fittings would be conducted this upcoming Wednesday, and I would need Drew there for them.

I just hoped she wouldn't feel too out of place around all of my colleagues. I figured if I was around she wouldn't feel too apprehensive, but she understood I needed her there.

My group began walking in and I waited patiently, really only looking forward my rehearsal with Drew. It's not like I didn't enjoy dancing with my group, because I did, I just enjoyed dancing with Drew a lot more. The chemistry we had was unexplainable and unique, and it actually gave me a chance to get up close and personal with her, which I obviously enjoyed.

Eventually Maria waltzed up to me and spoke, "So, how are the rehearsals with Drew going? I can't wait to see it!"

I smiled, "It's going really well actually. I was gonna to ask if you to stay later next Thursday to watch us. Give us your opinion?"

"Are you kidding? Of course."

I smiled, "Thanks."

"You don't think she's gonna flake out, huh?"

I shook my head, "No, I really think she's capable. She's done a million recitals before."

"That's true."

I teased, "Too bad you and Dee couldn't do a duet, huh?"

She rolled her eyes, laughing, "Yea, can you imagine him in a leotard? Oh God."

I laughed along with her as the rest of my group walked in, allowing me conduct our daily stretch before rehearsal. I was ready to get this over with so I could start with Drew but I had an hour and a half till then.

I chimed through the consistent chatter, "Okay let's stretch and then get started."

~

"Everyone did well! See you all next week!"

I watched the dancers leave, eager to go home and enjoy the rest of their weekend since it was only seven-thirty at night. I was overly excited to see Drew and hopefully teach her the last bit of our set, which would put us ahead of schedule for once. I could never actually do that with my group.

It didn't take Drew long to appear at the door, dropping her bag and causing the familiar heart spasms inside my chest. She looked extra good today with her messy hair that was flowing freely over her shoulders. Those silvery green eyes took me in immediately as she walked over to me. My skin was hot under her glare but I didn't mind one bit, but the closer she got to me the faster my pulse raced.

And she shocked me by wrapping one arm around my waist, pulling me into her quickly as she delivered a quick kiss to my lips. I didn't know what had come over her but I liked it, and I tried to prolong it just a second longer while I had the chance.

She pulled away, allowing me to speak, "Well, good to see you too."

She smirked, "I've been looking forward to doing that all day."

Could she get any cuter? I asked myself internally, loving the way she had been opening up lately. It was rare but it was slowly becoming a daily occurrence that Drew would initiate intimate contact or a kiss, which led me to believe that being patient was paying off. She trusted me more than she trusted most, and with growing comfort came the reward of more affection. I loved it, and it only made me crave more from her.

I sighed, "As much as I would love to continue it... we only have three one-on-one rehearsals left."

"I know," she teased, knowing that we could easily become distracted but really couldn't afford it. She continued, "We could try and finish up the routine, that way we'll have two entire rehearsals to perfect it."

"Since when do you call the shots?" I teased further, realizing she was actually pretty into this duet. I was relieved that she was because it couldn't be a one-sided thing.

Shrugging she plugged in my phone and found the song on my playlist, hearing the intro begin immediately. "The faster we learn the rest the more time we have to ourselves..."

I caught her drift immediately, allowing us to begin dancing to the music. We had rehearsed quite a bit already, and we only had about another thirty seconds to learn. It wasn't much at all, but we decided on starting from the very beginning.

Drew approached me from behind, her hands delicately moving over my stomach and my chest, moving up to my head as I placed my hand on hers. The fact that she could set my entire body on fire without really doing anything made a huge statement. It was so hard to resist her in times like this, but I knew I needed to focus.

Our right arms extended together against the beat of the music, as if we were reaching for something together. I had to admit; whenever I was dancing with Drew it felt so effortless, like something that was so natural for us. It gave me a sense of pride, and it made me see how much we actually complimented each other.

I felt Drew's strong arms wrap around my stomach, lifting me up and spinning me around timidly. She made it feel so easy, as if I weighed nothing but a pound in her arms. She didn't struggle, but I knew she was in significant shape, that was obvious.

Reaching my hand back behind Drew's neck, I locked eyes with her momentarily. My heart slammed in my chest even harder seeing the look she was giving me. It was like nothing was more perfect than this moment to her, and it made my heart swell with warmth.

I was facing her now, moving my body against her as her hands guided my waist with the beat of the music. I forced myself into a backbend, praying Drew kept her strength to hook her arm under my neck and bring me back up. She did, effortlessly might I add, pulling me back up and allowing me to fall into her, my arms wrapping around her neck while hers snaked around my torso.

I let her carry me, feeling her back-peddle quickly for a second and then her hand grabbed my thigh, lifting me up into the air. We moved together as if we had done it for years, as if she knew my every move before I even did it. The benefits of having her as a dance partner were evident, and I literally couldn't find any negatives besides the fact that I got distracted often.

When she touched me I couldn't help but hold my breath, and the intimacy we shared in these moments didn't help. Being close to her provoked so many feelings inside of me, and I wondered if she felt the same.

Eventually we had danced up until we had practiced last time, me bending backwards as Drew's face hovered over mine. She held me up with such ease while controlling her own body, leaving me amazed at how strong and balanced she was.

We stayed like that until she leaned in and kissed my lips quickly, smiling, "How was that?"

I shook my head in disbelief knowing damn well she knew what she as doing to me. I composed myself, "Amazing as always, but it gets a little tough after where we left off."

She rolled her eyes playfully, resting her hands on her hips, "Of course it does, but I can keep up."

I walked over to her, preparing myself to teach her the last bit of choreography. If we got through it all today it would leave us with more rehearsal time to perfect it, which I was striving for. So far so good, but I knew the last bits we hadn't learned were tough on purpose. I wanted to audience to wow in their seats, and this was going to do just that.

I sighed, "Alright then, get over here."

She smirked, walking over to me and answered, "Okay, bossy."

Smiling like an idiot I instructed, "Put me in the last position."

She did, me holding myself in a backbend as Drew's strong hands supported me. Her face wasn't even inches from mine, and I could smell her minty breath hitting my lips. She whispered, "Where to now?"

I instructed timidly, "Throw your left arm under my back and spin me up into a hug position."

She did so, a little rough at first but she got the idea of what I was going for. We rehearsed it three more times until I felt that we were comfortable with it, and eventually felt confident to move on. I knew there was a big lift coming up and I needed to get at least there tonight, so I was working quickly.

Drew kept her calm easily though, and even when I got a little flustered she helped me keep my mind right.

Finally making it to the lift I had been stressing over, I knew it would take a lot more practice than the others. It was intricate, and if we nailed it the audience would have no choice but to hold their breath and want to explode with cheers.

Drew was standing behind me like I had instructed, and I ordered, "Drew, I swear if you drop me-"

"I won't drop you."

"I'm nervous because this lift is-"

"Breanna Claire" she ordered, knowing that saying my middle name would strike a little intimidation into me. I knew she was only kidding, and I could hear the smile in her voice, but her breath was hitting the back of my exposed neck and putting me on edge. It sent untamed shivers throughout my entire being, and I felt so exposed and vulnerable to her for multiple reasons.

I groaned, knowing I needed to calm down, "Okay, I'm sorry. I know you won't drop me, just... follow my lead."

I swung my left leg across my body, Drew's hand gripping under my thigh firmly enough to secure balance. Our momentum was enough to get me to spin as I felt Drew lift me off of the ground and execute the move dramatically. Using my head to give me some balance I pressed it against Drew's neck to give me some leverage while in the air, and soon my feet were back on the ground.

I stood, "How did it look?"

She sucked in a breath, "I think we need to work on it but... you need to relax."

I knew she was right because I was in fact tense, but the lift made me nervous. It was quick and easy for her to lose her grip on me, and the last thing I needed was to go flying while in the air. Getting hurt was not on my to-do list.

She encouraged, "Let's do it again."

So we did, about a million times until Drew felt confident lifting me over and over and I felt less tense on allowing her to. We were making great progress but for some reason I was growing extremely hot in Drew's presence, so I called for a break.

I sipped my water and watched her fix her shorts in the mirror, showing off her long toned legs that were really... something. Resisting her was hard enough, but when she wore things like that to dance practice I couldn't help but wonder if she did it on purpose. Paying attention was already tough, much less trying not to close in on her and seduce her right then and there.

I let my eyes travel up to hers only to notice them already on me, catching me in the act of checking her out. I smirked but internally felt like screaming as I set my water bottle down next to my bag. Walking over to her I watched a sly smirk play on her lips, "Like what you see?"

I shoved her, "Stop teasing me."

"Do you?"

I could tell she was enjoying the intimacy as well, and of course Drew loved to be a tease so why not play along?

I let one of my hands touch her firm stomach, bringing my face close to hers in the process. I whispered, "It's a secret."

The heat between us was obvious, but I wasn't giving into her just yet. If she wanted to play this game I was going to play ten times harder because I knew she wasn't playing fair anyway. Teasing me was evil, especially whenever she wasn't giving into me sexually. It frustrated me but also made me crave her even more, if that was possible, so teasing her right back only seemed fair.

She narrowed her eyes and smiled, "I don't like secrets."

"Too bad," my lips were inches from hers, and I could literally taste them on mine already. God I wanted to kiss her, but I had a feeling if we kissed we would get nothing else done for the night, and that wouldn't be good.

I pulled away then, attempting to end our moment but she pulled me right back in, "Breanna..."

The way she said my name, her dark tone only led me to the conclusion that she was having a hard time resisting me. I knew we needed to work but she was making it extremely hard to focus, especially with the way she was looking at me.

I shook my head, "What?"

She seemed to be debating something in her mind but I could tell she was scared of saying it. I wanted her to let it out but she didn't; she just gave me that look that told me there was something big going on in her head.

I continued, "We need to get a little bit more done."

She nodded, releasing me to instruct her further on whatever was next on the agenda. As desperate as I was to take it further with Drew I was still nervous about the idea, mostly because I hadn't slept with anyone in a long time. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint whenever all I've been dreaming of lately was feeling Drew on top of me.

God this really wasn't a good time to be thinking about that.

I pressed, "Okay, we'll do the lift again but we'll incorporate what we've learned so far okay?"

She nodded, knowing she really didn't have a choice but to agree with me. We started the song from the beginning, performing what we knew already and incorporated the lift that we had worked on for a good twenty minutes.

My core was burning and my calves were aching, but the satisfaction I felt overcame everything else. I felt the exhaustion but it didn't matter, and after our last lift I instructed Drew on the last few measures before calling it a night. We had successfully finished the dance but it needed polishing, and in the end we had reached our goal.

I wasn't until I was shutting off the stereo when I felt her hands on my hips and her breath on the back of my neck. I felt bumps on my skin form immediately at her touch, and my body instantly begged to be touched by her. How could she do this to me so easily? And how did she take away all of the exhaustion I had felt just moments before?

She whispered, "Come over tonight."

It wasn't a question but more of a statement, which intimidated me yet made my pulse shoot through the roof. I couldn't deny her even if I had too, which was good and bad in both senses. I looked up into the mirror, seeing her dark eyes engulfing my body. Where had this Drew come from? Had she always been there, lurking in the back of her subconscious and waiting for the right time to show herself to me?

Little did she know that her timing was impeccable, and denying her sensuous ways seemed near impossible.

I turned to face her, causing our bodies to be in close proximity, "Why?"

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She shook her head, "Why not?"

I smiled at her childish answer but figured this would've happened anyway. I didn't feel like going home considering Jada was in Philly with her boyfriend. Besides, being alone tonight sounded like a sucky option. Especially whenever I knew I could be sleeping next to Drew.

I nodded, "Okay."

The tension between us was now unbearable, and reading her expression had become impossible within the last minute. She pulled away but I could tell she didn't want to, and whenever she grabbed her bag I realized I needed to do the same.

Following her out the gym we made it to her bike. Climbing on behind her made my emotions shoot through the roof but I tried my best to keep my cool. Although she had sounded eager for me to come over I had heard something else in her voice, something I hadn't really heard before. She had this low seductive tone to her voice, as if she was implying that I come over to...

Oh God.

The thought hit me like a train, my grip tightening around her as we made it down the street on her bike. Was Drew implying that we...? Was I ready for this? Was I ready to try and take it a step further if she was? I had fantasized about this happening but the reality of the situation really intimidated me. After two and a half months of resisting her tonight could very well be the night that something happened between us.

The nerves were jumbled in my stomach and I wasn't sure if I would be able to unknot them by the time we made it to her apartment. I needed to compose myself, but every time I got close I just saw those steamy eyes and the way her lips made my knees quiver.

We quickly pulled up to the apartment, my heart pounding so hard in my chest that I was convinced I was having a heart attack. Drew seemed calm as ever, but I knew better than to be fooled. Drew was a pro at hiding her true feelings, and the way she fumbled with her keys at the door led me to believe she was just as nervous as I was.

She opened the door and let me in, the smell of her apartment bringing me into reality. If something happened tonight I needed to make sure I was mentally and physically prepared, because I didn't want to freak myself out of it if Drew was ready.

She closed and locked the door behind me, asking, "Do you want to take a shower? I'll use the guest bathroom-"

I shook my head, "No, I'll use it. I just need some clothes, mine are kinda gross."

She smiled, allowing herself to go upstairs and retrieve a pair of shorts she claimed were too small for her and a muscle shirt. Also handing me a comb and my designated toothbrush in the process, I realized she was thoughtful as well. Although I was suspicious if she had chosen this type of attire on purpose, but my mind was running rampant by the time she left me to shower.

Closing myself in her guest bath I felt my heart rate sky-rocket through the roof. I needed to make sure I was ready for tonight if anything did happen because I had a strong feeling something would. I started the shower and located her shampoo, conditioner, and soap, and grabbed myself a wash cloth. I scrubbed my sweaty body vigorously, making sure every inch of my skin smelt like Dove and I had even located a disposable razor in her drawer. I shaved quickly, and I realized I was probably taking longer than usual.

I had been in the bathroom for thirty-five minutes before exiting, feeling bad because I knew Drew had probably waited up for me. If only she knew how nervous I actually was going up to her room...

I roughed up my damp hair, feeling the natural curls forming as I walked slowly up the staircase. I felt my heart hammering and I wouldn't be surprised if Drew could hear it in her room. I was so nervous, but what exactly was I nervous for? Wasn't this what we had been craving for so long now? I know I've been dying to take it a little further with her, so why was I so nervous over it actually happening?

She came into view then, my heart slamming through the roof when I saw her lying there with shorts and a long-sleeved shirt. Her hair was damp as well, and when she noticed me at the door she closed her book and set it on her nightstand.

"Long shower?"

I swallowed heavily, nodding, "Y-Yea, sorry."

She turned on her side, looking at me intently, "You okay?"

I nodded a little too hard out of nervousness, "Yea, why?"

She could tell, I knew it just by that sly little smirk on her lips. She knew she was driving me crazy and she loved it. When had I fallen under her spell? And when did she become so... seductive? I hated it and loved it all at the same time, but I couldn't help myself from feeling that familiar pull towards her. I wanted her so bad yet was so intimidated to make the first move, not to mention that I felt a little uneasy doing that considering Drew's situation.

If anything happened tonight it would be from her doing, not mine, and her initiating seemed very likely right now.

"Why do you seem so tense then?"

God her teasing was driving me insane, but even though she held a flirtatious tone she actually sounded a bit worried. I answered, "I'm just a little sore from all the dancing today, the shower didn't help much."

Then out of nowhere she lifted herself up, ordering, "Lay down."

I hesitated, "W-What?"

"Lay down? I'll give you a massage. Trust me, I've learned the secrets to getting rid of soreness."

This couldn't be happening right now, could it? Was Drew Wilder really offering me a massage knowing that I could damn well have a heart attack if I let her? Denying her offer was impossible though, so I did as she ordered and lied on my stomach.

She teased then, "I could do a lot more if you took the tank off."

"You would go there," I mumbled, feeling my skin light on fire instantly as her fingertips touched my sensitive skin.

"Damn, you really are tense. I didn't know you worked yourself that hard."

I felt her hands delicately digging into my skin, massaging the sore muscles. All I could really focus on was my heavy breathing, knowing that as long as she stayed at my shoulder blades I would be okay. I answered, "You forget that I dance for three hours, not one and a half."

"You're right," she chimed, her skilled hands working into my skin. I could feel the muscles loosening up already, but when she lifted my shirt up and touched my lower back I nearly screamed. The intensity I felt inside my body was overwhelming, and everting in me was tingling from her touch. I couldn't do this much longer, and I knew it was only a matter of time before this could possibly escalate into something a lot more intimate.

"Would you like me to do your legs?" She asked, and I couldn't even answer with a verbal response by this point. Everything in me was paralyzed and I couldn't even breathe right anymore, which only worsened whenever I felt her hands on my calve muscles.

I couldn't tell if minutes or hours had passed, but when she seemed to be finished I felt my body turn into Jell-O. How had she loosened every muscle in my body without doing anything but rubbing me down? Had she done this to other people? Oh God don't think like that.

I sat up and faced her, "I feel... a lot better."

She smirked, "Your welcome."

I focused on her lips then, feeling the need to close the gap between us immediately. I couldn't hold out any longer, but the last thing I wanted to do was take the control away from Drew. I knew she needed that more than anything, so I had to wait and make sure this is what she wanted from me.

But I didn't have to wait long because I felt her lips pressing against mine almost instantaneously. My core being was focused on her lips, and the way she moved them against mine was so sensual and sexy I had to actually suppress a moan. How was she able to do this to me without even trying? Why was it so intense with her? And why hadn't I found this earlier?

One hand cupped my cheek while she pushed me onto my back lightly, guiding me down into a more relaxed position. Was this really happening? Was I really about to take it a step farther with Drew after waiting for her to feel comfortable enough to do so?

She was over me and I allowed her to feel the control between us, her lips moving against mine skillfully. I was too petrified to even touch her, scared that I would trigger something she had warned me of earlier. I didn't want her to stop, but I also wanted to feel her skin on my fingertips. I wasn't sure what she wanted from me, and I was praying she would tell me soon so I could deliver.

I mumbled a pathetic, "Wait," and watched her pull away from me. Why had I asked her to stop? Isn't this what I had wanted?

She shook her head, "What? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"It's not you," I interrupted, realizing why I didn't want to go any further with her. Although I was craving affection from Drew I didn't want it to happen like this. I knew deep down that she wouldn't allow me to give back, which wasn't worth it to me.

"What is it?"

I sighed, "Drew, I want you too but... I want to be able to do the same."

She knew exactly why I was hesitant, and I knew stopping her to tell her this had been the right decision. As much as I wanted her I wanted to wait for the right time for her too, not just myself. I know it sounded so old-fashioned, and she probably hadn't expected that to come out of my mouth, but she seemed to understand.

Her expression softened up as she rolled off of me but kept eye contact. I knew this was the right choice, even if my body was telling me to shut up and let her do as she pleases.

She smiled sadly, "Are you sure you want to wait? I don't really know when-"

"I want to wait," I interrupted again, realizing I meant it whole-heartedly. Drew wasn't just some hook-up, she meant a lot more to me than she realized, and I wanted to show her that. Although I was dying to be with her in every way possible waiting would show her I meant that.

She pulled me into her as I took in the familiar warmth of her body, allowing my head to rest between her chest and arm.

Then I heard her whisper, "Thank you."

I looked up, confused, "For what?"

"For being different."

I felt everything in my body melt. She was just too adorable to handle, but I knew exactly what she had meant by that comment. Other people had probably grown tired of waiting for her, or became too freaked out and overwhelmed to give her a chance. I usually was one of those people, but I couldn't help myself with Drew. She was different to me too, which inevitably led to me doing things out of the ordinary.

I whispered with a playful smirk on my face, "You're welcome."

I heard her smile, "Goodnight Bree."

"Goodnight."