Judas [Reece]

[Kaytee Palladino]

Kaytee hummed the song to herself as she walked down the street to the studio where she took lessons. Her teacher was amazing, she would never doubt that. She was incredibly grateful that her dad had saved up the money so she could take them from Reece. It was a serious rehearsal, but she and Reece always managed to have a lot of fun together. Although he was older than her, she loved spending time with him. She wasn't silly about it like some of the other dancers were.

Some of the girls mistook him for being affectionate toward them. While that could be true, he was their teacher. Friend, maybe, but nothing more. Kaytee had made sure she was confident in that before she continued her dancing with him.

They were working on a jazzy hip hop duet. Kaytee hadn't really gotten into hip hop before taking lessons from him, but she was one of those girls that was good at pretty much anything she did. Most people took that as intimdating and decided on not liking her because of it. Frankly, it made her sad that people judged her like that, but she knew that Reece loved it. It made teaching her so much easier.

Once she let herself into the studio, she got down into her spandex and sports bra and started to stretch. It made dancing easier when you wore spandex, she had learned that later on. She let out a hum of the music from her lips and knew that Reece would be coming down soon. He usually snuck in quietly and scared her. Or at least tried to.

She stood and started working on the end portion of the dancing, wanting to get it down. Even though she probably already did, she was a perfectionist and wanted it to be good. Kaytee didn't know how she had gotten so lucky to have Reece as a teacher, but she was grateful.

((dance))

[Reece Turner]

Reece was actually there. Just not in visible sight. Hidden behind the bar, stretched out on the floor between the fridge and the glass shelves, Reece had his laptop propped up on his lap and about a million and one spread sheets around him showing various payments made over the last year, He'd just done October's accounts and here he was back to doing accounts once more and he gave a slight groan at the mere thought of doing accounts. This time it was a bigger scale he had to concentrate on. He had to concentrate on the whole year's accounts.

Yeah, he could do this ON his OWN. He'd only reached March before it got all confusing as well. Maybe he did need to higher an accountant. BUT he could not allow his mom to prove herself right. Last year she'd done this end of the year bull crap and he'd been so grateful but then she mentioned that having the bar added to it was making it more complicated and he should just for the sake of ease, keep it a ballet studio and not have all these other fake dancing and Reece kinda flipped out. They'd had a big fight and had only spoken brief words since.

AND thanks giving was coming up! Thank God, he'd already invited Aracelli to it. His mother loved her... maybe because they were just that much alike it was actually a little disturbing. All these rambled thoughts came to an end when Reece heard the door open and slowly, silently he set the computer aside and raised up to his knees from where he was to peer over the edge of the bar. Kaytee. An instant smile settled on his lips when he saw her strip down with the eagerness he'd had when he was her age. Reece lowered himself back down to the ground and pulled off his white socks, pulling on his ballet flats.

He LOVED the soft leather and it made it far easier to dance what Kaytee wanted to dance in flats. His scuffed three inch black dancing shoes were left for Salsa. His eyes flickered to them for a brief moment before he slowly got to his feet behind the bar, watching her to the finishing piece.
"The moves are perfect, Kay. I can see you've been practicing but it's still a tiny bit emotionless which we'll work on later. I think we'll take it from the top and see where you have iffy bits and then I'll help you with emotion."

Sometimes dancers slipped through routines with flawlessness, just like Kaytee. They got good marks. 8.somethings but the dancers who really took the story and made it their own were the ones who were going to get a ten somewhere from a judge with imagination. The dance he'd helped her study and do was one done before. Pandora's box being opened and the sins coming out. They were the sins. He'd never really explained it to her because he wanted her to get the routine down before she got to the emotional side of things.

Reece came out from behind the bar and moved to sit on his side of the prop boxes he'd had made for this. Hell he was getting paid enough anyway.
"Did I scare you this time?"
He asked teasingly with a smirk to his features.
"Oh and you're taking those tablets right? The ones I suggested? "
He reached out to take her hand and pinched at the skin watching it fall back into place before he narrowed his eyes at her.
"More water my pasty looking dance partner."

[Kaytee Palladino]

Kaytee placed her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrow at him. Yet again, he had hoped to scare her, but it hadn't phased Kaytee one bit. His affectionate nickname for her however, caused her to soften her slight glare and turned it into a smile. Only he and her father really called her that. Craven occaisionally did, but not often. She nodded at his instruction and went to her bag, pulling a hair band out and quickly braiding her hair to the side.

She turned back to him and made a playful jab at him, "Never. How many times do I have to tell you, your antics won't work on me. I'm not that easily scared. And yes, I have started taking those tablets you recommended. I'm feeling a lot more rested and energized anytime I work out. Thanks for the suggestion!"

She snorted at his comment about her being pale and not drinking enough water, "I swear, I'm drinking at least half my body weight in water a day. And believe me, Reece, you need more sun than I do." She laughed lightly at the playfulness she always experienced between the two of them. It was something that made her want to settle in the area once she graduated in the spring. It was coming so fast, she could hardly believe it.

She pressed the play button on the CD player and got into position. After waiting only a few seconds the music started, and so did she. She put so much into each movement, conctrating on them since Reece said they would work on emotion later. She was excited to show him that her movements were down. Her passion was dancing, it always had been. Soccer was fun, as was swimming and drawing, but she put everything into dancing without hesitation. She struck the final pose as the music finished and went to turn it off.

Kaytee looked back at him, while taking a drink from her water bottle, "So? What do you think?"

[Reece Turner]

Reece smirked at her quib about him needing way more sun then she did. Yes, he wasn't a person who enjoyed sun and when he was out on a ride, the closest he got to sun was through the leather cowboy hat on his head blocking it from his face. Getting sun stroke on a horse was not the most pleasant thing in the world. The drop to the ground made you actually fearful and Reece didn't think he'd have the slightest bit of courage to pull himself to his feet after a fall like that. Reece faked shock when she mentioned he was in need of sunlight for a moment before it returned to the smirking face he had on.

Reece watched as she went over to the music system and slipped in her CD choosing her song. She got into her possition and did a flawless preformance of it. It was obvious that the step he'd noticed her put out of place was now vanished. She had it down to a perfect dance and once she was done with it he couldn't help but lick his lips and bite into his bottom lip. Kaytee would know that he approved with the action he was making. She was amazingly good at what she did. Once she asked him what he thought he moved to the center of the room and sat down, cross legged like he always did.

His eyes found her and he patted the spot in front of him motioning for her to come take a seat in front of him. It wasn't only about flawless movements. Kaytee knew she was perfection with the dance but she wasn't seducing. She wasn't capturing, captivating. She wasn't sexy. Then again... she'd never be sexy until she actually felt sexy. Felt like having sex with someone. Felt like ripping their clothes off and making them feel out of this world with her own body. He couldn't help her there but what he could help her with was flirting.

Seduction was something that salsa naturally taught a dancer but with ballet it was all straight faces and stiff movements. You didn't need to seduce in ballet. You just needed to be graceful. People came to see your body move. Not to see the fire in your eyes and the raw hard pleasure of being pressed against your dance partner. Once Kaytee had taken her seat in front of him he gently took her hands in his watching her for a moment.

"You saw my face. You don't need to ask but Kay, that's ballet you just did. Mindless swaying, weaving and moving. all the other dance forms require a bit more. They require acting. You need to play a role. The role for this routine is being a sexy monster. I want you to turn into that sexy monster today."
Okay, that sounded very strange but he was the teacher and sometimes teachers sounded strange saying things.

"Close your eyes, Kaytee and imagine the most breath taking person you have ever seen in your live. Imagine wanting them closer. Imagine having to convince them they wanna be closer to you as well. "
Reece said softly watching her and waiting.
"Now I want you to pretend I'm that person. You will seduce me and you'll eventually have to seduce the judges at the dance contests or audience at the recital or wherever else you will be preforming. I'm giving you a shot to attempt it with me first."