So You Think You Can Dance? by HumbleGoddess

Dance Lessons

Kagome tapped her foot impatiently. The teacher was late. Her evening dance class had yet to begin, and if the teacher didn't how she'd do it herself. Really, she could. She had been dancing since she was two, and she was flawless. Often teachers gave up and let her teach the class. But she danced enough- 24/7, you could find Kagome leaning on a ballet bar alone in the studio. She danced so much that the owner of the place gave her his spare set of keys so she could lock up at night.

The teacher walked in. She was tall and lean, and she walked with a distinct feminine grace about her. She was wearing black pants and a black shirt... over a well-sculpted chest... with no breasts. Holy shit!! Kagome thought. It's a man!! Feminine as the man might have been, he was hot. Like all-other-men-in-the-vicinity-jump-off-a-cliff hot. And he knew it- he wore his silver hair long and free, with his perfectly rounded bangs curving over his porcelain face. Michelangelo sculpted that face- Kagome could have sworn to Kami he had.

The teacher's face burst out into a radiant smile, his golden eyes lighting up with mischief. "Hello, my name is Sesshoumaru Taisho. I ill be teaching Tango this year." Every girl but Kagome fainted. Okay, he was hot, but Kagome knew he wasn't her type. He was waaaay too sleezy. He leaned against the bar, stretching his white calves. "And who might you be, little one?" He murmured. His voice was like chocolate coated in velvet, the kind of voice that makes it feel like he's making out with you even when he's just talking. "Higurashi Kagome," Kagome said coolly. "Hn." He said, moving on to a back stretch.

They moved through the numbers easily, Sesshoumaru guiding their motion with swift and accurate elegance. Girls made mistakes on purpose so he would come and correct them, and he realized that. They swooned when he dipped them, and often they fainted dead away in his arms. Some, Kagome thought, faked it for the thrill of him holding them.

Then, they began to work on Kagome's favorite number, moving to the pure tango beat of "Hernando's Hideaway". Sesshoumaru spun easily within the crowd, selecting each girl individually and guiding her through the steps. When he came to Kagome, he frowned. Kagome mimicked the expression- she practiced this for hours each day; there was no way she had a step wrong. "Am I doing something incorrectly?" She asked, trying to conceal her annoyance and anger. "No, that's not it," he said. Kagome's anger built. "Then what is it?" She asked. Now, even she could hear the tension in her voice. So did he. "You do every step perfectly," he said, grasping her hand and waist, "but it's not what you do- it's what you don't do." They began to twirl in the tango style, the other girls leaving the room to change and get a drink.

"The tango is meant to be sensual," he said, pulling her closer on a quick upbeat, "with the bodies of a man and a woman melting together to make one form, the woman moving away and towards the man, indicating how she is an individual, yet a part of him." Kagome felt herself being pushed away, then pulled back into his chest. "I see no feeling in your dance- the way you move shows an accurate perfection, an emotionless, robotic lack of flaw that surprises me." They did a complicated twist, her head positioned to the right of his chin. "They circle, cut, mold, and melt the stage to their fantasies, their ambitions, their love. Dancing the tango is like watching a play unfold with your body." He twisted her forward and backward, his hot breath fanning her sweaty neck. "You must feel the dance, feel the music pulsing through your veins, telling you how to move, adding feeling to your dancing." She was pushed up against the bar, her shoulder blades resting on the wall. His face was millimeters from her own. Golden eyes searched her face, looking for something and obviously not finding it. He leaned a little bit closer, his lips nearly touching hers- and then he pulled away. That is your first lesson," he said softly, leaving her alone in the studio.

A/N: Hey guys. Sorry it was so short. I know, I know... :sighs: but I hope it will be longer next time!! Anyway, I found a pretty tango video, and I was watching it as I wrote this chapter. Sexy, huh? . READ AND REVIEW.... PLEASE!!