A/n: I know, the LAST thing I should be doing is writing a new story. But it was intended to be a one-shot and then I just kept going with the idea and I feel like I might be able to make something of it so I'm going with it. Plus I feel like this will be my outlet for new things I learn from my creative writing class if that makes sense. Those of you familiar with my stories, I plan to be working on Love of My Life tonight. So please please please let me know what you think about this. The more reviews the better! Oh, and Devil in the Red Dress has just been updated so check that out as well. Enjoy lovelies : )

It was the gentle swaying of her hips. The way her supple bottom seemed to guide her rhythm. His eyes soaked in the way her curves appeared to be molded by God's clay with Jesus' hands. The snugness of her jeans made him want to be next to her and inside of her at the same time. The gold in her shirt caught the dim lighting just right so that it glowed and illuminated her chocolate skin. He had to get closer to her. Without realizing it he was walking towards her.

Just then the dj started to play "Too Close" by Next. Unbeknownst to the two strangers it was a favorite of the other. He didn't speak he just grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body against his. She was so caught up in the music that the last thing on her mind was a protest.

Fitz was elated that she didn't refuse him. With a little more confidence he started to move his body harder against hers. Ironically the lyrics fit their situation perfectly.

"Baby when we're grinding

I get so excited

Ooh, how I like it

I try but I can't fight it

Oh, you're dancing real close

Cuz it's real, real slow"

Their hips were stuck together like glue. Nothing was going to come between them in that moment. As his body followed the rhythm of hers he couldn't help but think that he'd love to make love to her body. But he didn't even know her name. Instinctively, she turned and whispered her name in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her. Their eyes met and all movement ceased between the two.

She was entranced by the rich blue of his eyes, or was it gray. He was swimming in a chocolate sea and if he didn't look away he'd drown right there on the dance floor.

They started dancing again. Every move she made he was right there with her.

All the songs on you requested

You're dancing like you're naked

Oh, it's almost like we're sexing (oh yeah)

Yeah boo, I like it

No, I can't deny it

But I know you can tell

I'm excited, oh girl

As her whole body rolled against his, his grip tightened. As if that were even possible. She felt his erection pressing into her inner thigh. She needed to feel him on her core so she slowly brought her leg up around his waist. Her intentions were to tease him briefly but before she could lower her leg he grabbed it, holding it in place. He dipped his legs just enough to press himself into her. She has hot.

Her hands gripped his hair, tugging at his roots. Her mouth was open in a small "o" shape, a slight gasp escaping her lips. She bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. By now his hips had a rhythm of their own but she could swear he was making love to her thru their clothes. His free hand moved down to grab a handful of her ass. He finally released her leg and ran his hand up her back, stopping at her neck. They were still dancing as he placed light kisses on her neck.

She turned her back towards him to give him better access and allow herself to grind on him. Her hands grabbed his hips making sure he couldn't escape her sweet torment. He groaned in her ear.

Baby us dancing so close

Ain't a good idea

Cuz I'mma want you now and here

The way that you shake it on me

Makes me want you so bad sexually

Oh girl

His hands came around to the front of her body. They were hanging dangerously low on her stomach. Her shirt was coming up with her body movements so he took the opportunity to place his hands underneath. Her stomach started to quiver from his soft strokes. Luckily no one noticed their pornographic dancing at the moment but they wouldn't have cared anyway. You would have thought this was a private dance between two naked lovers in front of a mirror.

He was dying to kiss her. He wanted to get lost in the feeling of her lips on his. He wanted to take off her clothes and see her beautiful body underneath. He wanted to trace her skin with his tongue, lips, and hands. He wanted to see her face as she came every time he tried to close his eyes. He wanted to know what it felt like to be surrounded by her body, to taste her essence.

Just then she moved out of his grasp and he started to protest until she started to shake her ass and any other thoughts he might have had went right out the window. His mouth was so dry if he kissed her he'd suck all of the moisture out of hers trying to quench his thirst for her.

I love when you shake it like that, ah, ah, ah

I see that you like it like that, oh, oh, oh

I love when you shake it like that, ah, ah, ah

I see that you like it like that, oh, oh, oh

He stood there as his pants got tighter and tighter from watching her. When she glanced over her shoulder the smirk on her face let him know she knew exactly what she was doing to him. She was a little vixen. His first instinct was to grab her and pull her into a secluded room or hallway somewhere. To hell with it, he thought.

With a determined stride, he walked up to her and turned her around, pulling her face to his. It was like the music stopped playing. He felt his future being solidified in that one kiss. He couldn't let her get away now even if he wanted to.

"Olivia," he said.

Once she heard his voice it felt like there was a lump in her throat. His voice was so deep and rich, if chocolate had a sound his voice would be it. Her hands were on his chest now as she stared at his lips. Hers were still tingling. Her whole body was tingling. She needed some fresh air, something. Before he knew what was happening she took off. He followed her but he lost her. He looked everywhere but it's like she disappeared into thin air. She was gone.

Xx

Olivia was freaking out. She ran down an alleyway until her feet hurt too much for her to keep going. She was out of breath. This wasn't supposed to be happening. She was on vacation because she needed a break from reality before school started. She felt like she was a problem for everyone in her life and she had to get away to clear her head. That's it. She wasn't supposed to meet anyone. But he wasn't just anyone. Somehow she knew this.

By now she was walking back to her hotel room. Tomorrow she left to go back to the States. In two weeks she would be starting at her new school. She decided after freshman year to transfer because her ex-boyfriend was making her life miserable and she felt like her old school wasn't a good fit. She had always wanted to visit Tennessee so she chose to apply to a school there, and, of course, she was accepted right away.

That night in bed she tossed and turned dreaming of those eyes and that voice. She prayed he would become a distant memory soon. She didn't need this kind of disruption in her life.

Xx

Fitz on the other hand was praying that he ran into her again before he left in a week. He needed to see her again. He felt something with her on that floor. Sure they got a little physical at first but once he kissed her and felt her lips on his, looked into her eyes, he was a goner. They way her body felt pressed up against his was just…everything. He wasn't going to be able to think straight unless he saw her again while he was there on the island.

He was there on vacation before school started back up. He wasn't a student though. He was a professor of economics. He had been teaching for about 5 years and he loved it. He wondered then how old Olivia was. Was she a student in college? Did she already have a career? Was she even single? He needed some kind of answers. He tossed and turned all night thinking about her and where she could've run off too. He knew the island they were on was pretty small so it was very possible she walked to one of the many nearby hotels. What if they were in the same hotel? No, he would've known if someone as beautiful as her was in the same place as he was.

He sighed exasperatedly before tossing his pillow across the room and trying to sleep.

Xx

When Olivia got up the next morning she quickly gathered her things so she could check out and go to the airport. She was glad that it was a new day and she was going home. On the way there she decided to try and stop for coffee really quickly. As she was exiting the coffee shop and getting into a taxi Fitz was driving by. His head snapped around in her direction as he did a double take. Olivia!

He pulled over, barely putting his car in park before hopping out. He yelled her name but she had already climbed into the taxi and it was taking off. He stood there in the middle of the street watching "the girl" get away again. It was just his luck that he'd run into her again and still managed to lose her. He ran to his car but by the time he made a u-turn there were several taxis on the street and he didn't know which one was hers. He banged his fist against the steering wheel.

Olivia had heard him but she yelled for the driver to go. As soon as she heard her name being called she recognized the voice and froze. She almost spilled her hot coffee on herself. She looked out the back window once they started moving to see him standing there in the street looking like his dog had just gotten run over. She felt a little guilty but it vanished instantly. She had to leave. He couldn't be hers. It wasn't meant to be that way. But who was she trying to fool?

They both knew better but he seemed to be the only one not fighting the inevitable.

2 weeks later:

Olivia was rushing into her economics class, hair flying behind her, book bag half off her body, one shoe coming off. It was her first day and she was already late. She was cursing under her breath as she muttered a sorry. The professor hadn't looked up yet. He hated late students; they annoyed him to no end. Especially on the first day. He felt like that was very disrespectful and showed that a student didn't care at all. As his eyes traveled up to see who it was his mouth fell open and his heart rate sped up. It couldn't be. After two whole weeks he had given up hope of ever seeing her again.

"Olivia," he half-whispered. But then he caught himself and cleared his throat, hoping none of his students caught that. He averted his eyes before she could look up.

As soon as she heard her name her ears perked up and she hurried up and sat down. Her eyes went to the front of the class and in her shock her hand flew to her mouth and knocked over her coffee. Shit fuck, she thought.

The song used was "Too Close" by Next.