fandomhigh | Intro to Dance, Wednesday Period 1

"Today we're actually going to learn a dance," Verity announced. "You've learned the basics of rhythm, you've learned to move parts of your body in isolation, now time to learn actual steps. And today, we're learning one of the easiest dances to begin with, the Foxtrot."

Made up of four steps in its most basic form, Verity was confident that she could have everyone dancing to it by the end of the day. "For this class, you'll be splitting up into partners, taking turns leading and following. Usually that's broken down by gender lines, but there's no reason not to learn both parts. They're the same step, just performed backwards."

And often in heels, but Verity wasn't going to make them all try dancing in heels yet. First she'd need to see them successfully walk in heels.

"The Foxtrot has a rhythm of slow-slow-quick-quick," she explained. "Which means that the first two steps each take about a beat, and the last two make up a half beat each. If you're leading, you start with your left foot and take a step forward, and then do the same with your right foot. Then you step to the left and bring your feet together. Followers, you do this in reverse. Start right, take a step back, then another step back with your left, a step to the right, and end with feet together." She demonstrated this for them several times, both backwards and forwards. "Okay, so we're going to practice the steps for a few minutes, both leading and following, and then you're going to pair up and practice dancing together. One person lead, the other follow, and then when you feel pretty confident, swap."

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But that brought up the other issue of money.

"I'd put butter on the muffin, so that's, like, four food groups right there."

[Sorry babe, missed this notif!]

Good thing she lived on an island where working one day a week was apparently enough to be able to make rent?

"If we're getting fancy, you could even put jam," Liam pointed out.

Unfortunately, she needed so much more than rent.

God, dance was expensive. And so was cryptozoology.

"On muffins? It's like I don't even know you sometimes."

"There are muffins that have berries in them, so why would jam be weird?" Liam wondered.

"You'd throw off the very precise fruit-to-muffin ratio," Verity declared.

Liam squinted suspiciously at Verity. "When you use words like 'precise' and 'ratio' in a sentence together it makes me think that maybe you've been spending a little too much time in the company of a certain cousin of yours."

"I know those words without Sarah's help!" Verity protested. "Besides, she'd be complaining that there's not enough cumin and hot sauce on a blueberry muffin. I'm just saying, jam on muffins is wrong. Butter or get out."

"Is this your way of saying you're breaking up with me over muffin preferences?" Liam said sadly, giving her an exaggerated pout.

"Fraid so, sweetheart," Verity said, shaking her head. "It's a moral thing."

"Oh, well," Liam sighed dramatically. "We had a good run, but I suppose asking you to compromise your morals where jam was concerned is pushing just a bit too far."

"I'm willing to have a lot of latitude as far as certain topics go, but I refuse to budge on the topics that really count: tango, cryptid rights, weaponry, and jam."

"Jam opinions are definitely equally as important as those other three," Liam agreed. "It's too bad, really."

Verity held out her hand for a shake. "It is," she agreed. "Still, I'll think well on our time together, save for this last disappointing moment about the jam thing."

"I hope we can still be friends," Liam said solemnly, reaching to take her hand...

... And then pulling her close to kiss her deeply.

Look, they'd been broken up for a whole thirty seconds, he'd clearly missed her terribly in that time.

If he hadn't done it, she would have. "I've given it some thought," she said, between deep, lingering kisses. "Let's get back together. I can teach you the right way to eat muffins."

Which, going by her actions, had something to do with pushing Liam against a wall and practically devouring his mouth with hers.

"I'm convinced," Liam said breathlessly. "About getting back together, anyway. When it comes to the muffin thing, I may need a more detailed... argument, on your part." The kind of argument one ought not to have in a public ~~comm~~ space.

Especially not her classroom. That would be...all kinds of bad taste. Even if she did have a fantasy about the barre and all those mirrors and--

"Are you on your way to the station?" she demanded.

"That was the plan..." Liam said, giving Verity a hungry look that had nothing at all to do with their breakfast-related discussion topic.

"Up for a detour on your way?" Verity asked and there was nothing subtle about the emphasis she put on the word 'up.'

Or the way her hips pressed against his.

Liam bit off a groan as he replied: “Wanna know the best thing about being the person in charge at the station?”

"You get to go in whenever you want?" Verity guessed. Since she knew it wasn't going to be 'I get to enjoy my girlfriend in the utilities closet.'

Even though she'd asked.

“That’d be it, yeah,” Liam confirmed. And look, it wasn’t that he had anything in particular against sex in utilities closet in general, but a utilities closet where they could be interrupted by Ralph, or Calvin, or even (oh god) Rosa? Nope. Not happening.

"Your place then?" she murmured.

It was closer and free of mice, after all.

"My place," Liam agreed, tugging her towards the door.

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