There were no sounds of battle to greet Pearl after the warp stream deposited her at the Sky Arena.
Echoes rolled off the walls, the indistinct murmurings of a crowd. Rose’s voice spoke, clear above the rest, projecting strength and command all the more compelling for its caritas.
Pearl’s feet had barely settled on the crystal pad before she was already moving, past the seal of the Four Paragons and darting up the stone stairway in quick, scurrying steps.
She wasn’t too late. There was still time.
The stands were densely packed. Gems of every conceivable cut and hue had all quieted the moment Rose Quartz had opened her mouth to speak.
Pearl saw her back from the top of the coliseum, her hair immense and vibrant like a cultivated field of pink curls.
“I didn’t come to fight, Heliotrope,” Rose implored. “There’s already been enough pointless skirmishes. I came to talk with you and the gems gathered here so we can all keep this situation from spiraling out of control.”
Stiles’ fingers clenched in Derek’s hair, holding him with desperation as he stormed his lips. Derek reacted with a shameless murmur of appreciation, letting Stiles to slowly take control over his body. He felt this long fingers slipping out of his hair, stroking his skin with the same rhythm as Stiles’ biting into his lips. They ran gently through his shoulder, causing an involuntary shiver when finally slipped between Derek’s thighs, drawing him even closer to Stiles’ hot body. “I knew…” Stiles said between one kiss and the other, “I knew you don’t like candles,” he whispered in a hurry. Stopping for a moment, he added with a warm huff, “So I used Christmas lights instead.”
In which Stiles gets accepted into his dream school, the New York School of American Ballet, where he intends to study dance, primarily ballet, and child education and Derek is the primo ballerino, prodigal dance son, that has been idolized by Stiles since he made his mark in the dance world. Derek ends up needing to fill in as one of the dance teachers and Stiles’ lucky freshman class ends up having him, but his weak ankles can’t stand the force of Derek (who, funnily enough, gives him weak knees) and it ends up being less than an ideal situation where he needs extra, one on one sessions with the man. And no one seems to understand how hard it is to hide a boner in a tard (that’s short for leotard, which Stiles’ father still can’t understand).
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“um…I, do I have a limit here?’’ He asked suddenly, concerned that he had spoken too much.
‘’Of course not, continue Mr. Stilinski’’ The older women told him.
‘’Okay, right where was I…oh yeah’’ Stiles breathed with a laugh, ‘’for every dance lesson after that my mom came with me, she practiced with me whenever she felt well enough, you could say that we grew together, my mom relived her dancing days through me as she stopped when she found out that she was pregnant with me’’ Stiles told them. ‘’On the days where she felt too sick to move off the couch, we would sit together and she would tell me stories about being here at this school, she told me which teachers were her favorite, her favorite places to practice and what rooms was the best for certain types of songs. But to say, I deserve to have a place in this school because dancing is my life, I’m nineteen years old and honestly, I only started dancing again a year ago thanks to a old letter I came across, it reminded me of everything I felt when I danced, the joy it brought along with the smiles’’ He smiled, ‘’but I can’t see myself doing anything else. Dancing is me…it’s in my blood’’
Derek is the cocky captain of the basketball team with a not-so-secret love of dance and Stiles is the leader of the school’s struggling dance team. With Stiles’ dance team, Spin Cycle, on the verge of being disbanded, Lydia suggests they bring in some new members. Stiles agrees, until she suggests Derek Hale.
Viktor was losing himself in the music and for once he let go without
thinking about his past injuries. He closed his eyes and didn’t care for
anything except the enjoyment. He did a double tour en l'air and felt
relieved once he landed and his knee didn’t hurt. He looked up and
noticed someone in the doorway. “I am sorry,“ he jogged over to the
radio to turn the music off, “Can I help you?“ he smiled.