Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN CARDCAPTOR SAKURA NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS - THEY BELONG PURELY TO CLAMP

Gypsy Dance

by Brooding Darkness

The candle light glittered off of the red and gold-threaded material as it gracefully fell around lightly tanned skin. Cotton and silk blended with the warm body underneath, giving off an appeal to the watchers in the room: more percifically to a pale young businessman, who had just had a particulary hard day at work.

Blue-grey eyes followed the flowing movements, as dark hair was swept away from the thin-framed glasses.

The dancer brushed an arm out towards the small audience in a large sweeping motion - and for a second, bright amber clashed with blue-grey orbs.

The moment, however, passed quickly, and the red see-through material allowed for the businessman to see the fine contours and etchings of a lightly muscled chest and abdomen; long, smooth arms stretched and curved around the pole, helping to move his sweat-slicked body; the cloth only thicker near the dancers nether-regions, but thinning out once more to reveal the long, slender legs.

Dark chocolate-brown hair accentuated the lightly flushed cheeks, and the businessmen swept his eyes over the beautiful dance, wanting him all the more. The dark, full lips that curved wonderfully in a slight smile. A hand moved slowly down the light material over his front, golden-bangled wrists making a light tinkling sound along with the bangles covering his ankles.

Wrapping both legs around the pole sexily, the dancer held his weight out evenly over the floor, before balancing his weight in a split right up the side of the pole.

Every person in the room stared, with breaths caught in their throats and almost embarrassing thoughts plowing through their minds at the sight of the dance, as the dancer swung himself around to the traditional music which was lost on all in the darkness of the night.

The businessman too, thought of all the things in which he would like to experience with the dancer, and he crossed his legs over, sipping at his drink.

As the dancer continued to slide around the pole erotically, the businessman could not help but think of an erotic gypsy dance.