Title - Perfect Rhythm
Author - Jaclyn Riker
E-mail address - Jrussell78@aol.com
Rating - PG13 (?)
Category - R
Spoilers - Nope
Keywords - All R/T
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never were mine. Never gonna be mine. Cause if they were mine this wedding (in the next movie) would have happened a LONG time ago. Nuff said. Hope you don’t sue me.
Summary - You’re just gonna have to read it J
Note: This came to me at a twenty after midnight when I couldn’t fall asleep. Of course the second I finished this I was out like a light. Hope you enjoy…please give feedback.
“Perfect Rhythm”
by Jaclyn Riker
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Their bodies swayed to a rhythm as old as time
Her dark hair tumbled down her back
His hands lost and tangled in it
He would move forward and she would step back
Each caught up in the dance that their souls played
Along with the music only they could hear
He slid down her body with his hands following
Eliciting gasps of pleasure from her mouth
Seconds later she did the same to him
Her nails causing him to shiver
Rising again she leaned forward to trap his lips
Only to pull back at the last second
His blue eyes twinkled at her tease
Her laugh rang out like silver bells across a clear night
His deep rumble of a laugh made her ache in places a lady never mentioned
The movements started to become faster
Almost frantic as each tried to stay in tune, yet make it last as long as possible
Their breathing quickened and hearts felt as if they were about to burst
Round and round they went
Over and under
Finally the climax came and they froze
Legs entwined and her head lying on his chest
Listening to his heart beat underneath her ear
Finally breathing returned to normal
He stopped back and gave her the smile
That made her heart leap into her throat
“Who knew?”
“Knew what?”
“That anything like that existed!”
“Oh. Remind me to thank Beverly for teaching you how to...what was it called again?”
“Tango.”
“Right. Even the word sounds passionate.”
“Hmmm...”
“What?”
“I wonder. If that if what it is like vertically...”
“What?”
He just looked into her obsidian eyes and after a moment they widened.
“William Riker!”
“You read my mind, Imzadi.”
Hand and hand they left the darkened dance studio the passionate music rising again, only this time it would be danced to in the privacy of Will’s quarters.