He twirled her again, her laughter pushing away the ugly pallor he'd left. He took her around the waist and flipped her around his forearm until she landed again, skirt twirling.
She slid against him as the fast paced song moved into something just a slight bit slower, her hips swaying as slender arms wrapped around him. Her voice was nearly whispery with breathlessness from being twirled so quickly. "I do love how you move."
"Aww is the show over?" David called out. "Tico was just about to go out there and show you guys up."
Tico's head perked up, buzzy on whiskey. "Don't listen to this idiot. I wouldn't presume to show Richie up, man. Besides there's no Latin flavor with that 50's shit."
Her head twisted as a slight smirk began to play in her eyes. "’Fraid are we Joker?" She glanced at April, who almost had her tongue hanging out with the need to dance. "Maybe your girl would like to shake a leg too."
Dave looked at his girlfriend. "Want?"
She nodded. "I won't break your back this time."
Richie laughed long and loud. "See you're already an old man, Lemma. Throwing your fuckin' back out by dancing. How the hell do you fuck so much?"
Elena's laughter tinkled out as David muttered, "I stay on my back." Glancing back at him she shook her head.
Richie joined in her laughter at David's expense. The radio seemed to be listening for Tico's bitching and Ritchie Valens' La Bamba roared out of the speakers. "Is this good enough, Teek?"
Tico laughed in a good-natured way as he dragged his date to the floor. "You sure you want me to show you guys up? I know how fragile your egos are."
Richie wrapped one arm around Elena and gave him the c'mon fingers and the three couples twirled their way around his living room. This...this is what he wanted out of his party, the fun of them without the tired.
And sure enough Tico's flexing was warranted. He moved with a smooth grace that people rarely saw and kept the ladies visiting his room all night. Tico never felt the sting of rejection. The Cubano knew all the right moves, Lema did as well. He just couldn't figure out why Al made a fool of himself so often.
Unwilling to worry about that anymore he mimicked Tico's smooth step and curled his wife in tight. The lot of them fooled around on the dance floor for another hour until the sweat rolled down his back. "I give up!" He said and flopped down on the couch. "I'll say it. I'm an old man. You've officially broken me."
Elena's eyebrow quirked as she snagged a couple of beers and moved to the couch, She straddled his waist as she leaned in offering him the beer. "If your broken then we can't have fun later *old man*"
Richie slid his fingertips under the edges of her skirt. He swallowed as her heat cupped his zipper. "I'm suddenly very un-broken. Stiff even," he grinned and scraped his teeth over her neck.
She rubbed her nose slowly along his neck and into his hairline as she took in the scent of sweat and man. 'Well now we just might have to work that stiffness out with a really good massage."
"Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" He handed her the beer and stood up with her legs wrapped around his hips. "Tico you can have the room at the top of the stairs to the left. Lema, you whore, I don't want to find stains all over my downstairs."
Dave looked up from his intent slow dance with April. One bushy eyebrow rose. "The entire downstairs? Any whip cream in that massive fridge?"
"Leave me at least one can, greedy boy." Richie muttered and headed up the stairs. "Goodnight everyone. I haven't soundproofed the rooms yet, so don't do anything you don't want the world to hear."
She shook her head then gave them all an intent look as he carried her up the stairs, her smile growing. "And close your ears if you hear anything."
Richie laughed as they walked by the guest room only to hear murmurs and giggles. One little wiggle from Elena put that out of his mind, leaving just one thought circling, Elena and the lake sized bed they'd bought. "Finally we get to break in the bed."
She pressed a kiss to his lips before laughing huskily, she'd been waiting for days to see what he meant by chasing her around a bed, because she was pretty sure it had nothing to do with running.
