The Runaway

Four: The Runaway

"Oh, baby I'm the love man

That's what they call me I'm a love man.."

—

1988.

Birmingham, England.

With a green apple lollipop between her teeth, Prince's fiancée was enjoying the alone time she was getting for the first time since arriving overseas. He'd cancelled the next tour date for reasons she didn't know and they were spending another night in Birmingham. The window was open and the crisp air was blowing throughout the room.

The television was on. The record player in the corner was drowning out any noise she might of heard and the fake wine bottle in her hand was half empty as she danced around the spacious area she was in. Her body was covered in one of the robes she'd stolen from the closet and for a moment, she didn't care where Prince was.

"And now I'm back

To let you know..

I can really shake 'em down.."

A wide smile made its way onto Prince's fiancée's face as she slid across the floor in her socks and sang the lyrics to the song playing in the next room with the joy and excitement of a teenager.

She hadn't felt happy by herself in a long time.

Her feet touched the granite countertop in the kitchen area and she felt herself smirking as she danced across it with ease and bit into the sucker she forgot about that was still in her mouth.

When she moved in front of the mirror sometime later, her mind raced with new ways to entice her lover. The bottle of sparkling juice that she'd been carrying around met her lips and she got an idea that made her excited. Her hips moved from left to right as she watched the woman staring back at her have an awakening of sorts.

"What on earth are you doing in here baby?" Prince called with humor laced within his voice as he placed his keys on the side table and felt her grab his hand to stand in front of the mirror too. He could see the glimmer of mischief in her eye.

Then, she glanced at their reflection and licked her lips. "Have you ever dirty danced lover?"

Prince's eyebrows immediately raised and he almost laughed, but soon realized she wasn't joking. She was dead serious as her own eyebrows raised to match his. "You're serious." He said, his hands rested on her hips.

"Wanna learn?" She whispered with excitement, the thought of trying something new was refreshing to her.

"No amore mio, we aren't in the 60s." Prince said jokingly, keeping his eyebrows raised when he kept his eyes locked on his fiancée's hips in the full length mirror. Their circular motion changed his mind. "Well damn, okay." He mumbled, his hands found her hips and matched the beat of the Otis Redding's Love Man against her body, closing the gap between them.

Wrapping her arms around her lover's neck one by one, his fiancée smirked when she felt his hands on her hips and his right leg between hers. He moved their bodies left to right with the music that was drowning out both of their thoughts as they moved in sync. His hands moved to her back as his knees bent, his hips never stopping their movements as he swayed deeper, faster, lower, eventually pulling her left leg upwards without loosing rhythm.