One shots

Havana

This story was inspired at four in the morning after I decided to watch the dirty dancing movies back to back. I fell in love with the dancing, the music and how sensual everything was represented and most of all how part two was set in Cuba. The dress above is the dress Venice wears. And the song which goes so well.

"Time goes by, Life goes on and all I think of is why you're gone"-Dirty dancing.

Havana was alive. Past one in the morning and the city was starting to come alive. The air crackled with Cuban music, the sweat of cramped bodies dancing a mix of street, salsa and mamba.

Lighting was dim and smoke of cigars made the sight hazy. Raw desire and fire igniting tension danced through the atmosphere and dancers.The sight was electrifying.

5 years had passed and here Venice stood in the one of the many hidden gems of the city she could vividly remember. The summer spent here as an eighteen year old girl forever imprinted in her mind. The dancing ground of the club she was at was open.

Fairy lights twinkled above along with the starry night. The music was pounding and a small bar stood to the right sheltered from the night sky by a straw roof. The slight breeze sent enticing chills down her spine as the music started to course through her veins.

Closing her eyes she let the music whisk her away. Her body manoeuvred through the people with ease. Her hips twisted and shook to the tempo. Her hands moved fluently to the beat along with her legs. She danced. Passed man to man she danced with all. Heads sensually dipped as legs rose and wrapped around dancers. She was consumed once again by the spectacle that was Cuba.

And she was loving every part of it.

She would stop for a small drink every two or three dances before letting the rhythm and the movement of people take over her again. Her senses engulfed by the passion seeping out of her surroundings.

Xavier loved home.

Cuba was where he grew up after his father left his mother to return back to America.A man he had never seen disowning him from before birth. His skin was slightly tanned but he had got the features of his old man including his bright green eyes. It felt good to be back in Havana as the past few years had been the epitome of his career.

His work and passion for music and dance had him become one of the biggest names on Broadway and the film industry. And he owed it all to his first ever love who showed him the possibilities of life. She taught him what life was when he was nothing more than a hoodlum who worked night and day to try help support his madre and siblings. Shaking off his thoughts he made a beeline towards the bar.

The place had not changed since his teenage years. Just as loud and busy. Body dancing upon body in the most tantalizing of ways. Women were being turned and twisted against their man counterparts. Men's hands traced hips and the length of their bodies dipping in and out of curves. The sight was hypnotizing as people flaunted everything they had.

But what had caught his eye was the circle created in the middle.

Venice danced as the crowed had created a circle around her cheering her on. She flicked her hair. Rode her dress up slightly teasing the audience she had created for herself. Her actions met with jeers and whistles as people would join and leave. She danced around everyone close and within hands reach. Her dainty hands moved across shoulders, her body pushed up against them. She laughed carefree.

The sight in front of Xavier shocked him. The same languid movements. The same ease in which she let her body go and the long midnight black curls. He shook his head thinking he was seeing things, before she turned towards him and eyes opened to reveal the grey eyes that had haunted him for the past five years.