Chapter 2.16 Dancing Isn't Cheating

Like a lot of men, Adrian followed sports seemingly religiously.

Sure, he wasn't as devoted as many people were, but he still supported his team like the majority of people out there. Alyssa didn't understand the point in football, or any sport for that matter. It was all simply just a collection of overpaid airheads being celebrated because they can run while carrying a ball.

"Maybe its because everything moved too fast, you know what I mean? We had only just started dating, and then the twins came along and everything had to be rushed." Alyssa sighed, trying to think about what went wrong aloud. "Or maybe it's because we never really did anything together. I mean, I always used Belle as an excuse to not go out, but I could have just called my brother or sister and asked if they could watch her for a while."  She rambled on, lounged across the bed. There was only a double bed in their room, but Alyssa managed to get it.

They both had arguments for why either of them should have the double bed, and neither of them exactly wanted to share with the other, so they settled it like how mature adults would. 'Discussing' as they called it and 'looking over the reasons'.

Of course, Adrian would like to say he gave over the double bed privilege to her, whereas she prefered to say that she had won (also that scissors cuts paper.)

"I mean, we could have gone dancing or something. I doubt either of us know how to, I certainly don't, but it would have been nice to learn." She sighed. "I know it's my fault I'm having all these doubts, and there's not much else I can do. What's done is done and I'll just have to hope he takes it alright when I say that I don't want to get married." She murmured, then asked. "Are there any movies in here? I really want to watch one." She then got up, and went towards where a collection of movies and books were stored.

Adrian sighed, getting up and seeing her pick out one of the movies. He could think of a million things he'd rather do than watch a movie about some girl who meets someone she doesn't get along with at first, and then slowly falls in love with and kisses in the rain. "How about doing something else rather than watching a movie? There's a lot outside of the hotel room, and a lot of things to do."
Alyssa scoffed, "I'm not exactly in the mood to go out clubbing. I used to like the loud music and slutty dancing but I'm not a teenager anymore." She shrugged.

"Then how about actual dancing?" He suggested. "You always said you wanted to go, why not?" 

She rolled her eyes, "For a start-" She held up her left hand, showing off her ring. "May not be perfect, but it's still there. Secondly, it's late and most decent places are probably closed and thirdly  neither of us know how to and I don't feel like embarrassing myself by not knowing how to dance." She smiled bitterly. "That's why not."

"Dancing isn't cheating Alyssa. And seeing as you don't know how to dance, there's an empty ballroom upstairs where I can teach you."

Alyssa grinned, walking up to him. "I'm sorry, but you said you could teach me? I honestly doubt you know how to dance. You don't really seem like the type to know." 

He smirked in response, "So, you think I'm lying?"

She considered it, "I'm not sure. If you aren't then I'd want to see you prove it, but if you are lying I'd like to see you make a fool of yourself." She grinned.

"Okay, so maybe you do know what you're doing."  She had to admit, but couldn't help but wonder, "How do you know exactly?"

He sighed, "My aunt made all my family learn for her wedding. She's a perfectionist like that and everyone had to know at least the basic steps in the tango, waltz and foxtrot. They're all kinda similar so they're easy to remember."

"I suppose I'm lucky in the way that I've never had a perfectionist aunt to force me to learn how to dance. I don't think I have any aunts or uncles." She murmured. "I've never really thought about my own extended family."

"Really? No aunts or uncles?" He asked, finding that a little odd. "But you at least knew your grandparents, right?" 

She shook her head. "I think my dad's mom passed away when he was little, and my mom never spoke about her family."

Alyssa was soon a step or so behind Adrian, "Can you slow down a little?" She asked, trying to keep up. "You're going way to fast."

"This is as fast as you're supposed to go, just keep up." He replied simply, slowing down a little bit though. 

"I can't keep up when you're going impossibly fast." She pointed out, "Why do you get to lead anyway? Why can't I?" She pouted.

"It's usually the guys that lead and the women that follow. That, and you're still learning." He shrugged, making sure she was still keeping up.

"That's kinda sexist." She murmured, frowning. "Why can't I try at leading? If it goes wrong, then you can go back to it." She smiled.

He shook his head, "It's best if we just keep it at this." He then winced when Alyssa 'accidentally' stepped on his foot. "Stepping on my foot just proves my point."

Despite that small disagreement, it was actually quite fun dancing and talking in the empty, small ballroom. It looked more like one that used to be used often. Alyssa was partially surprised that Adrian was possible of being somewhat nice, and she also realized that she probably wouldn't have done something like this back home with Damon.

"You're getting good at this." Adrian smiled. "But it also means you can't 'accidentally' stand on my feet."

She smiled in return. "I'm a quick learner, what else can I say?" She grinned at what he added. "Even professionals make accidents." She argued in return.

"How about trying something new?" He suggested, and she raised an eyebrow in response. "Relax one of your legs, but keep the other foot firmly on the floor. You're going to have to trust me with this."

She did as he said, then gave him a condescending look. "Trust you? Trust you how?" She asked, smirking slightly.

She took a sharp intake of breath as he dipped her, honestly thinking at first he was going to drop her.  

"See? I know what I'm doing and you can trust me." He smiled at her, a little amused by how purely terrified she looked.

"I didn't exactly need a heart attack." She murmured, the second time this trip she's been breathless. She prefered this over than choking though. "I do trust you in certain ways, but not in a 'catch me when I fall' way."

He helped her back up, "So, what ways do you trust me?"

When she stood back up, she went close to him, and rested her head on his shoulder as they gently swayed. To say that earlier she was against dancing because she thought it was inappropriate, it surprised him that she got so close. "I'd trust you with a few things, perhaps with a secret." Her voice was slightly muffled against his shoulder.

"And that is...?" He asked. He probably wouldn't remember what it was by the time they got home, but it's not fair to taunt someone with a secret.

"I think my fiance's cheated on me." She whispered, hardly even able to believe it herself. "I doubt it though, it's probably just me being neurotic about him being with his ex wife so often, but I just can't help but wonder." She sighed softly. "I mean, he just seems to be seeing his other daughter often, and I know it's bad, but..." She trailed off, and frowned. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She wasn't supposed to be wondering if her fiance's been faithful or not, she should be able to trust that he has been. He's a nice guy too, she doubted that he would but there's a nagging voice at the back of her mind that's telling her otherwise.

"Then he's an idiot, and isn't realizing what he has and what he'll be giving up if he is cheating or has cheated." He said honestly, looking at her as she looked back at him. Their eyes were locked, his stormy grey on her violet, and something just clicked.

Neither of them intended on it, it just sort of happened. It was far from professional, and far from appropriate, but it just felt right, and it felt like the right thing to do. Alyssa thought she would feel bad about cheating on Damon and she did feel bad, just not as much as she had thought. It made her feel rather heartless, but another part of her thought that if he had (possibly, she wasn't so sure) done the same thing to her, why couldn't she play dirty too? "I think we should go back into the hotel room." She whispered into his ear after the kiss, raising one of her eyebrows briefly.

He seemed rather hesitant, "Are you sure?" He asked, and she nodded in return, she was sure. 

In the room, he kissed her just like in her dream. She wasn't really thinking all too much about home as this happened, and was more in the moment. It was partially ironic how in these walls earlier she had been so against cheating, but now she was, with someone she didn't expect to be cheating with. She never wanted to get involved with someone who worked where she did, but what was the harm?

Her dress and Adrian's shirt and trousers were on the floor, and it was an unspoken fact that their underwear would soon follow in their other clothes path. Alyssa did feel partially bad about cheating on Damon, but if he did cheat on her, why shouldn't she do the same? Yes, it was a little immature, and maybe she should talk to him before getting some sort of vengeance, but that just wasn't how this time went.

Chapter 2.15 Interlude; The Ex and The Incident                          

  Chapter 2.17 Reflections of Actions

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AN: I think it's safe to say that the family structure for this generation isn't couple. If it was, I would've made it happy and my attempt at romantic instead of cheating and mistrust and ugh-ness (coining that word), but it isn't couple, ergo why it's crossed out on the side bar (if not, Carrie's forgetful and is sorry and she'll get around to it.)

The dancing poses were my home made ones, apart from the one with her head on him. I thought that pose was cute and one of mine turned out haywire. 

My heart started to hurt a little writing the little speech where Alyssa thought Damon was cheating. It made me feel rather depressed, but ah well. 

Not a very happy chapter to be honest, then again, not a lot of them have been *sigh* Soon enough they'll be less sad and more happy (hopefully.)