Ludwig scowled at the dirty dance floor, and it wasn't dirty with juice boxes and snacks. No, it was dirty with the nasty dance moves the teenagers of today were showing off explicitly. "Damn my bruder and his friends, teaching those kids how to dance like little rabbits trying to-," You stopped your fellow teacher from trying to exploit more foul language. "Why don't we teach them a better way to dance? One that is both dirty but more appropriate for school." You said.
"Am I thinking what I think you're thinking?" He asked.
"I think you are." You grinned. You went to the DJ and whispered something and then the kids backed up in a ring, and you 'let down your hair' and gave Ludwig a sexy grin. Rock music that could only be identified by its King played. Ludwig grinned, "Looks like I vas vright."
You both started to do your own version of dirty dancing, sweet, sharp and sexy. He stripped off his jacket and threw it into the crowd, with only his button up on, and he rolled up the sleeves. He was no longer Mr. Stern-Face, but dirty dancing god, and his partner Miss _, his goddess. They flew and charmed the dance floor in ways that made their students blush and gawk with amazement. Who knew their teachers could be so damn cool!
Ludwig spun you hard and fast, flipping you over his back. It was the fifties all over again but with more vigor. When you both ended, with him holding one of your thighs and you arched in a dip, the crowd roared with approval and clapped while chanting, "ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE!"
So then you played a little with some more recent music though it was meant from a '50s themed musical, the all amazing GREASE! The sexy dirty dances got fierce with passion and the room heated up as the other students began to dance along, while others snapped and clapped to the beat of the music.
If you looked real close there was fire dancing beneath the two sets of heels. The fire heated as you and Ludwig overwhelmed the dance floor. But as you danced it became more than just a dance for you two. Your hearts pounded like a hammer, your minds raced, your stomachs were flaming knots of love and passion.
You were both drunk, intoxicated with the liquid love that you swallowed from each other's eyes and from the closeness of each other. Your souls becoming one as you melted together into the dances. You were truly two angels dancing on cloud nine, with the magic of heaven surrounding you.
Ludwig ended the foxtrot with you this time, as he dipped you and kissed you deeply. The audience of students erupted, screaming and whistling with joy. Finally the two teachers who EVERYONE knew should be together, finally were.
Francis laughed, "Oh honhonhon, pay up Gil."
Gilbert grumbled, "Jah, jah, I know I said they'd only get together when angels dance."
Antonio laughed at them, "That was a stupid move hermano." He said patting Gilbert's back.