shy violent

Shy. 22. Student at the School of American Ballet. She's a tramp She's a vamp But she still does her dance She's a tramp She's a vamp But she still kills the dance

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Homecoming

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Adam let go of her hands when they were mostly warm, and ran a hand down her leg and back up it. He learned the hard way that Shy’s feet suffered, especially at the beginning of a new show.  He knew better than to try and massage them. He rubbed her ankles briefly. “I’ll help bandage them in the morning if you want me to” He said rubbing her back with his other hand. This was easy, just being with Shy and relaxing, talking about their day. “Short shift at the bar, I had a drink dumped on me around ten. Luckily I got off twenty minutes later. Otherwise I’ve just been hanging, doing my writing thing.” He leaned in close to Shy. Tonight he refused to think about how hard things had been. Tomorrow would be date afternoon and evening, and they would be okay. “You said you needed to relax tonight?”  He said still smiling, voice low, as he ran his hand over her legs. 

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Adam's hand running lightly over the aching muscles of her calves and thighs was enough to draw a soft moan from Shy's lips - like getting a back rub after a day spent moving heavy furniture, an uncontainable reaction. The promise of him taking care of her feet made her love him impossibly more than she had a minute earlier. "Why did someone pour a drink on you?" she asked, looking around for the ashtray that was normally on the coffee table, hoping to see the half-joint she'd left there the day before. She hadn't eaten in hours, but she had no energy to cook, or even put food into her mouth. The herbal smoke cleared her head a little, shortly making her feel warm and buzzed as Adam probably was after his beer.

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Homecoming

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"I missed you too, I always do." Adam smiled, kissing her again. It was nice that she was home, that she was here with him, that they didn’t have to think about anything or anyone else for a few hours. He pulled her arms off his shoulders, and smiled at her, wrapping his hands around hers. They were cold but they wouldn’t be for long. "You forgot your gloves?" He asked, still smiling. He rubbed her hands between his, warming them up slowly. "How was your day?" He asked, looking at her as he blew hot air on her hands, keeping them closed in his. 

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Shy pulled her knees up, settling against Adam's chest, her smile becoming more relaxed as he tended to her hands. Sometimes, just lately, she came home with a knot of anxiousness in her chest, wondering if he was going to be cool with her because she'd forgotten to call or stayed in the studio hours longer than she'd intended. She was glad tonight didn't have to be one of those nights, and she thought Adam probably was, too. "It was alright," she said. "Good, actually. We've got most of the Act One choreography down, just a few things at the end that need work. My feet hurt." She laughed, softly, but it was an understatement. Her toes were cut up and bandaged under her socks. "How was yours?" she asked in return, nuzzling into the side of Adam's neck.

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Homecoming

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Adam was sitting on the couch, journal in his lap.  He was finishing off a beer, hoping that Shy would make it through the door soon, otherwise he really would get in the shower and go to bed without her. He had spent the time since he had talked to her writing in his journal, he was annoyed that they didn’t spend much time together anymore, that she was never home and he ended up going to bed alone more often than he had in a long time. As usual he put it all on the page, hoping to leave it there. He knew that Shy was following her dream and that he shouldn’t be jealous of her dance partner-even if he did see and touch Shy more often than Adam did anymore. He heard Shy’s keys as she opened the door, but he just sat up on the couch, closing the book he was writing in and finished off his bottle. He set everything down on the coffee table and tipped his head back to look at her. “Hey babe, welcome home” He said smiling at her and holding a hand out, reaching for her. 

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Shy felt a twinge of something resembling sadness when Adam didn't stand up to greet her, enthusiastically, like he had every night during their first few weeks of living together. She forced the feeling back, though, swallowing it and returning his smile as she dropped her heavy bag down by the door, removing her coat and hat, stepping out of her boots before joining him on the couch. She knew her hands were freezing, so she was careful not to touch skin as she crawled into his lap, draping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him firmly. "I missed you," she declared, before he could say anything else.

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Homecoming

Shy hated that they didn't own a car, sometimes, particularly when she was on a bus after midnight, riding across the city alone, hoping she didn't miss her stop like the last time and have to backtrack four blocks. Her dance partner, Jesse, had offered her a ride, but he lived close to the studio. Shy hadn't wanted him to go out of his way. He'd insisted on the next time. Except the closer she got to home, the less she thought about the complicated moves they were trying to nail, the more she thought about her boyfriend, who was so patient with her lately. More than she knew she would be if their positions were reversed. She would remind him just how much she appreciated him tonight. She didn't miss her stop, rubbing her hands together as she rode the elevator up to their floor, bemoaning the fact she'd forgotten her gloves.

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Let's Dance

There was a coat check room at Ampersand, and Shy handed over her wool coat, entering the club for the first time. There were two levels, a quick search on the internet had revealed, the bottom floor mostly consisting of a long bar and lots of tables, jukebox rock filling the space. Upstairs, dance music thudded; she had seen the colored strobe lights in the windows a block away. She was wearing a thin-strapped black dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs and boots that brought her from 5'4 up to 5'7. Holding her clutch purse, just big enough for lipstick and a credit card, she scanned the room for Cece or Raine. She'd only met the girls briefly and was terrible with faces, so she looked for a mass of shiny black hair, or a tiny girl with a huge smile.

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Texting || Shadam

Adam: Are you just using me for my body at this point?

Adam: Not that I completely mind, I just want to know that you're with me for more than my talented mouth.

Shy: I'll show you why I'm with you.

Shy: I gtg let another man throw me around. See you soon.

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Texting || Shadam

Adam: Gabe's 5 year old daughter.

Adam: I'm not worried about working you up, I'm saying in the next hour I might have already worked myself up once or twice.

Shy: Oh, right.

Shy: Don't tire yourself out. I seriously need to unwind.

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Texting || Shadam

Adam: Gabe has a gallery he works at, we can go look there, Isa told me about some horses, there is the bar for a drink, a fancy dinner, a walk in the park

Adam: a kiss on the doorstep, unzipping your dress when we get home, a hot shower...

Shy: It sounds perfect. Who's Isa again?

Shy: Are you trying to work me up so I'll bail early?

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Texting || Shadam

Adam: I have tomorrow off, I'll call in and trade for a Saturday shift. I get tipped better on Saturdays anyway.

Adam: It's a date. When are you going to be home tonight?

Shy: I'm so excited! What are we going to do?

Shy: Another hour or so, maybe. We're working on a new lift.

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Texting || Shadam

Adam: It's your money, you can choose. I am just glad that I could pay rent for this month.

Adam; And we still need a date night.

Shy: Can you take tomorrow night off?

Shy: I've only got a lesson in the morning. No rehearsal.

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Texting || Shadam

Adam: You can put the check from your parents in savings, or whatever really.

Adam: I hate relying on them for rent and stuff.

Shy: You're not relying on them, I am.

Shy: We can spend it on the apartment, if you'd rather do that.

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Texting || Shadam

Adam: I paid the rent all by myself and still have money for stuff.

Shy: Really? That's great, babe.

Shy: More money for date night.

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Texting || Shadam

Adam: Guess what happened today?

Shy: What happened?

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You have 3 days left to live. One to set your affairs in order, one to spend with one person of your choosing and one to say goodbye. How do you spend each of these days?

I’m twenty-two and my parents pay half my rent, I don’t really have affairs to set in order, so I’d spend the entire first day having sex with Adam. The second day we would see all the places in the city we haven’t visited yet and have more sex. The third day I would go to Connecticut to see my parents and little sister. I’d want to be with my mom when I died.

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Adam is going to propose to you. Does he make a public show or does he do it privately? How do you wish he would do it?

He would probably do it in private. I think he’d want it to be just between us. I would hope it wasn’t spontaneous, so he wouldn’t regret it later. Beyond that, it wouldn’t matter how he did it.