Dancing With Fire

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She was ice to most, but to me a burning fire.

Submitted: July 17, 2017

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Submitted: July 17, 2017



There is fire in her eyes, they pierce into me as she dances not once taking her eyes off me. Her hips flow with the lyrics and beat, they twirl around her body. It couldn’t have stopped myself even if I tried as I moved to her, weaving through the current of people. Her mouth gives a little smirk as I come closer to her, her teeth bitting down on her deep red lip. My heart pounds ready to give out, but I move closer to her. Dance, she mouths the word floating to me. I grin uneasily but start to dance my away over to her. I raise my hands and feel the beat in my bones vibrating with every cell in my body.

I weave and twirl, keeping my eyes on her. The song she played for me captured me like my own personal siren. But as soon as I am closer to her she moves away. It’s a game we play for how long I don’t know. I don’t care how long we play this game as long as it gets me to her. we have tip toed the line, put a foot across but never jumped. I’m ready to jump. I hope she is to. As the night gets longer and the more we dance the more I remember.

I remember the day we meet.

Shit, I’m cutting it close I thought as I got to my debate seat just in time. I didn’t know who my opponent was, no one does. I’m ready for this, I studied hard for this, my final exam for my first year at collage. I might have been ready for this debate but wasn’t ready for her.

She was beautiful, but it wasn’t just that. I had heard about her. she was the only one in this class with a higher grade. The way her brain worked was beautiful in of its self. We fired question after question at each other. We bounced off each other, our words sharp looking for any weakness. The other students that showed up to watch, watched out debate like a tennis match. Our teacher had given up on asking questions on certain topic areas instead left it up to us.

Finally, the professor had to say stop. I was breathless, tired, but I couldn’t stop smiling because I haven’t meet anyone like her before. I wanted to go up to her, introduce myself but she was gone. I heard a door close, my head snapped to the sound and I was off.

I ran after her, her red beanie standing out in a crowd of people. I don’t know how long I ran until I finally caught her by the arm. She turned around her green eyes wide with shock.

“Hi,” I said breathless, but never the less grinning, “I’m Sydney”

“why did you run after me, don’t you know who you I am, it would be better if you stayed away from me” she said sharply.

“I don’t know who you are, except that you have a higher grade than mine, that’s all the professor told me. Look I won’t talk to you if you don’t want but can you at least tell me your name?” I asked her.

She tilted her head confused. “I’m Kathrine, Kathrine Bell”. Bell, that was her last name. no wonder she wondered why I wanted to talk to her.

“look I don’t care about your last name ok, I care about that fact that I have never meet someone that could keep up like you do in a debate or someone who had so much knowledge and passion for this” I said with a smile, “I want to be your friend, what do you say”. She smiled and turned to walk away before nodding for me to come along.

I didn’t realise until know but that is when I started to fall. That smile, it had so much hope and light despite who her family is. Every smile I saw, or pulled from her after that made me fall even harder and the smile that had been on her face for an hour was becoming my favorited. Everything about her made me love her. I didn’t even realise until a week ago that I loved her and how far in love I had fallen.

Kat was on my bed studying when I walked into my room. I started calling her Kat after she told me that she didn’t like hearing her full name because it reminded her of her mom. She grumbled a bit about it but I knew she loved it, because whenever I called her that a micro smile came onto her face that she couldn’t hide.

Kat looked up at me when I walked to my bed and collapsed on top of her. “I’m so tired, I hate morning classes” I said not moving content to fall asleep on top of her.

“you signed up for those classes. I told you when we were signing up over the summer not to take a morning class, but did you listen no” she said reading her book as her hand started to run through my hair.

I sat up on her thighs and looked right down at her. she looked a little pissed because her book was knocked out of her hand. “what it’s the truth” she said, “you’re the idiot who didn’t listen” trying to stop herself from laughing

“take that back,” I said half seriously, but she reminded silent, “I can make you” I brought my hands up to the side of her stomach.

“Sydney, don’t you…” but the rest of her sentence was lost as I tickled her stomach. She started laughing as I continued to attack her and finally she conceded. “you win, you win. You are an idiot, but you’re my idiot” she said a smile stretched over her face. It was good to see it. She didn’t always smile but I loved it when she did.

I wasn’t until then did I realise how close to her I was. Our noses brushed, I looked down at her lip wishing I could kiss them. I looked back at her and she was staring right back at me. I moved closer when my door flew open. I jolted back as my roommate barged in. Shit, I was about to kiss her, I wanted to kiss her.

The night club called last hour when she stopped moving. I got to her, moved closer slowing my dancing until my hands were on her hips. Her eyes looked into mine as I stepped closer my hands moving to cup her cheeks. Our noses brushed, I could feel her breathing on my lips.



I kissed her, slow at first, but just like the first time we talked the got more intense and more passionate. Finally, when we had to come up for air, I touched my forehead to hers, my eyes closed.

“I have wanted to do that for a long time” she said before kissing me again. I couldn’t stop smiling and when she pulled back I saw that she couldn’t either.


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