LazyTown: Dashing Teacher

Moving in

As the table rolled closer to her she felt it stop before it hit her, "Are you okay?" Sportacus asked looking down at the shivering Dasha. She looked up at him and saw him holding up the table with one arm.
"I-I'm fine...Thank you." Dasha was pulled up by his free hand and Sportacus rolled the table up the stairs with ease and set it up at the top, "Where does this go?" he asked. Dasha looked at him amazed, he really was as strong as he looked. "Uhm, on the balcony."
"Alright." he picked up the table and walked into her bedroom. The art on the walls astounded Sportacus so much that he had forgotten about his task for a moment, "Did you paint these?" he asked her as she entered the room.
"Yes, I have. I went to an arts university and my specialty was painting."
"These are amazing. Do you still paint?"
"No, I'm afraid not. There isn't enough time in the day anymore."
"Do you still dance?" Sportacus asked her. Dasha almost shrunk back.
"How did you know that I used to dance?"
"That seems to be your favorite thing to paint, and I caught you dancing this morning."
"Oh!" Dasha said with a laugh. "That's right. No, I don't dance anymore either."
"Why not? From the little I have seen from your dancing...I think you're wonderful."
"Thanks."
"So?" Sportacus insisted.
"What?"
"Why don't you dance anymore?"
"It's a long story. A long and-"
"Painful story?" he asked observing the tears forming in her eyes. Dasha looked away hoping he wouldn't see the tear that escaped her eye. Sportacus felt a little out of place, here was a woman who was in pain and he didn't know what to do, he just met her.
"Unfortunately." Dasha finally said.
Sportacus' crystal beeped and he looked at Dasha, "Someone needs me. Before I go, do you sell your paintings? I would like one if that is alright."
"Yes, of course." Dasha said swallowing her sadness and smiling.
"I'll be back. Are you going to be alright now?"
"Yes, go and be a hero." she teased a bit. Spo gave her a smile and ran to the balcony and jumped off. Dasha watched him run away from the doors of the balcony. "Wow."

Dasha had finally settled down on the balcony with a cup of coffee watching the stars light up the night.
"Dasha!" she heard Sportacus from the bottom of the balcony and she leaned over the railing, "Can I come up?"
"Yes you may." she smiled down at him. Sportacus jumped up to the railing and did a hand stand and plopped down an a chair across the table from her.
"How are you?" he asked her.
"Good, did you have a painting in mind?"
"Can I have another look around the gallery?" he asked quite cheeky. Dasha nodded and led him back into her room to look at her art once more.
Spo looked around and spotted one of a dancer doing a spilt in the air in the middle of Time Square.
"Wow, I like this one. It looks like something I do sometimes, she's doing a power jump."
"That's me. It was the day I got accepted into the American Ballet Company."
"Really? You look so happy, what a beautiful memory." Sportacus smiled looking at it again. "Are all of them memories like this one?"
"Yes they are."
"Oh, I cant take such a lovely memory from you."
"Don't worry about it Sportacus. I still have the photo that I used to paint this."
"Well, can you paint me one just like it?" he smiled slyly.
Dasha smiled, "Clever Sportacus. Yes, I would love to paint you a canvas."
"Do you need help with anything else in the house?" he asked looking around to find something to do.
"Don't you have something better to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I only meant that, you're a hero. don't you have hero stuff to do?" Dasha said tilting her head.
"This is what I do. I know its not very exciting but I like helping people. Big things are just as important as the small ones."
"I see. I guess that is important." Dasha said processing his statement. Sportacus slowly came towards her and asked her again, "So, is there anything else I can help you  with?"
"I...I don't want to keep you from-" Dasha stopped when Spo laughed a little, "You wont keep me from anything, this is my job."
"Sorry, I'm just not used to this...this isn't New York anymore. Everyone's kindness is so refreshing."
"That is great to hear."
"Everything is done upstairs-"
"Downstairs it is!" Sportacus leapt down the steps and Dasha followed him. When she came into the living room, Sportacus was already moving the furniture around, "Come and sit." Sportacus scooted one of Dasha's artistic chairs to her and Dasha carefully set herself down upon it.
"Where do you want your couch?"
Dasha looked over at the white Victorian couch that was beautifully splattered with paint, she thought a moment. Was Sportacus actually going to "serve" her while she rested her nerves? He probably thought she was still a little shaken up, "In the bay window, looks best."
She told him, she couldn't help but feel a little prissy when she said it but she knew already if she tried doing it herself, Spo would just sit her down again.
"No problem." he pushed the couch to the desired place and looked down at the cushion of it, "It looks like you spilt some paint on your sofa." he teased.
"To tell you the truth... I did. I just liked the way it looked." Dasha smiled. Sportacus looked about and noticed there were quite a bit of small chairs all the same size, "You sure do have a lot of chairs."
"Oh, those are actually a sofa when put together, let me help you." Dasha stood and brought one of them to the middle of the room and Spo brought another,
"You connect them like this." Dasha pushed the two together and they clicked.
"Wow, you can make the couch any shape you want. That is amazing."
Dasha laughed a little, "That's why I like it so much. Go ahead make it into anything you want."
Sportacus smiled like a little boy and he hurried to get all the other chairs together. He ended up moving them around a few times to get the shape right, he finally settled on giving the couch a corner, making it into an L shape.  It was nice to sit down for once after being on her feet all day long. It was also nice to have a big strong man to help her move in.
By the time the living room was finished, Sportacus' shirt stuck to his torso, outlining every muscle. Dasha blushed at the sight and Sportacus clapped his hands together, "Everything is done...except for one thing." Sportacus shot her a sly smile and Dasha turned even more red.