Just Wind The Key

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

.everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Oneyka stood in front of the mirrors in the dance studio while resting her hands on her hips and catching her breath as a cover to one of her favorite songs played through the speakers. Even while being a shapeshifter, she managed to keep her hair in a more natural state. Her slender ebony body had been dressed in her more relaxed dance gear; a sports bra, hot pants, with leg and feet warmers just so she could feel the connection of her feet against the floor.

This upcoming school year she had a whole lot on her plate, she had started her college courses during the summer, she still had dance, ballet and rehearsals for the summer, her parents were still getting ready to visit, her citizenship was still underway and she had to certainly wait for that before she was able to get her license and drive. Not to mention, all she could think about was this whole theory that there was something between Jack and Lux. It was a can of worms she probably didn't want to open again.

Well, until then... Oneyka had to go back to a recent choreography and get some of the moves down to perfect because that's all she ever strived for. Perfection. The song looped and Oneyka was already back on the balls of her feet and her arms towards the ceiling. She used her flexibility to stretch a leg up until she could hold it by her head and once it fell back to the ground, she was off. She moved along with the music and managed to hit the continuous spins of six pirouettes before hitting a somewhat perfect stop. She hadn't realized that certain someone had been watching her most of the time.

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack was not a dancer….not in the least…like…at all, in fact if one was to see Jack actually attempt to dance he would no doubt be locked up for public indecently and tackled by a million police officers and locked up for crimes against humanity (Not the first time that actually happened. He lost his pants way too many times…like an unhealthy amount of time…Just one of his MANY many quirks.

So yeah, the world of dance was a mystery to him…

But he knew that Onnie was really into her dancing, because of course she was., she was into everything. Singing dancing, sports. Everything, She was the exact opposite of Jack who was perfectly content spending his days doing nothing but lazing around and playing video games, despites Onnie’s best effort to get off his ass

But Jack managed to get out and seek out Onnie this time, he felt bad about the whole argument they had recently, their first one ever and Jack in general has been feeling poorly so he felt the need to try and make amends and find out where she happened to be.

Of course, Jack being Jack had no idea where everything was in the dance studio and got lost almost instantly in the dance studio before she managed to find where Onnie was. She opened the door quickly and quietly and was about to say something…

When he was stuck mute…

Jack was left stunned silent as Onnie dance routine left him almost spell bound…the pose, the grace…she..was,…amazing…almost like she was some kind of wind up doll programmed to dance and boy did she ever.

Why was he here again? He wanted to say something he thought and he should…right after Onnie was done…

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

It had been that one landing, just that one landing of her opposite foot after her pair of pirouettes and Onnie had managed to reach the appropriate distance and land it as best as she could. Which was good, this had made her happy. For her, it was best to overcome roadblocks now before performances and serious rehearsals went into play during the school year. With her now being in college, it was a big thing, that only meant that she'd be seen with the "more advanced" girls and not just 'that one transfer student who is as good as the advanced girls'. And with her parents coming to visit soon, she already knew they'd want to see how she kept up with her disciplines by herself.

There was no way that she could let them down. They'd never let her down.

Oneyka added a bit of modern dance moves within the routine, which allowed her to move around the studio in more a free form, not so much of a constraint. After a while she found herself back towards the middle of the floor, focusing her balance on the balls of her feet and toes as she lifted a leg up while still on her toes.

It hadn't been until she gracefully reached an arm out towards the direction of the door, where Jack so happened to stand. The music finally ended, as did her routine and her head slowly turned and eyes followed along with until she saw him... just standing there. Watching her, but how he looked at her... it was different. It felt different. 

How long had he been there? The whole time? Just now? Truth be told, he had been the last person she expected to be here and especially after their first argument. Oneyka slowly lowered her lifted leg and she stood normally on her two feet while brushing her natural curls back behind her shoulders. While she was used to being watched by those who she performed for and those who trained her, she just never expected him to be one of them. Sad to say. Right now she was a bit taken off guard.

She flashed him an unsure smile, not really knowing what to say next but she figured the first thing on her mind was a start. "Have you been standing there this whole time?"

[Jack McCarthy]

How long has he been standing there? Jack had no clue, maybe five minutes or maybe a million years of all Jack knew or even cared, in this room time and spaced seemed to have stopped and frozen everything else just seemed to fade off into the distance, as some minor thing that didn’t really matter. The only thing that was on Jacks Mind was Onnie and watching her dance. Just all other thoughts that didn’t directly connect with what was going on directly in front of him

Just watching Onnie dance in a happy blissful trance, that was all Jack needed at this current moment in time

Jack knew that Onnie was a good dancer but to actually see it in the flesh…wow…Jack was just in awe of how good she really was unable to get over how graceful and how beautiful she was and how her body just moved and flexed effortlessly with the music, not missing a beat, he has never seen anything like it…

Once Onnie finally noticed Jack in the room he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t startled. He felt like he had just disturbed something that he shouldn’t like Onnie was some kind of impossibly rare and exotic bird that has flowed through the window and Jack had some how managed to scare it off. His eyes locked with Onnie, being made acutely aware that the air was full with…something.

“Noooo” Jack said instinctively rubbing the back of his head and shifting the weight in his feet side to side “Nooo” he repeated, his face giving nothing away as he tried to keep a poker face for as long as he could before he crumbled “Yeeeahhh” He said shrugging his shoulders feeling somewhat embarrassed that he was intruding if he was being honest “You…You can keep going…if you…you know…want”

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

Oneyka wasn't quite sure on how anyone could have looked startled while the felt the need to pop in on someone else. While she had no issues with him being there, she just couldn't help but wonder if there was a reasoning behind it. There were other things that could have possibly filled his eventful day to day; Like watching zombie movies, or playing video games, or possibly occupying himself with the company of his other friends. She highly doubted that watching his secretly insecure girlfriend take part in ballet was one of them.

Then again, she could have been mistaken.

Her brown eyes stayed on Jack as she waited for an answer. Even after their argument, Onnie couldn't push herself to look away when their eyes locked. She inhaled as she took his word for it, with a slight smile as she looked away. "Well alright..." She hadn't even grasped that he had seemed fascinated by her movement. He didn't seem like the type to find ballet interesting.

Oneyka stretched her arms above her head before going through the choreography one more time. Practice always made perfect. She went through the routine without bothering to press play this time. It might have been better for her to go on counts instead of music anyway, as the music still played in her head. She had taken her steps a tad bit slower as she mentally counted. Even so, she managed to speak to Jack after she finished her chain reaction of spins and in between moves. "I just figured... you came to speak to me... about something..."

She focused more on her arm positions as she reached an arm out in front of her and one behind her as she slowly slid a foot forward until she gently landed into a split. Onnie rolled backwards performing a back roll into a handstand and back onto her feet. She continued to keep in count while focusing on her breathing, which wasn't as easy to do when your boyfriend had been standing right there, watching your every move. "...Since I'm sure you... have better, exciting things... to do... during your summer break... than to watch me miss... a step." A step where she expected to miss but ended up positioning herself and landing it better than before.

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack probably had a lot of things that he was planning to do that day, well “Plan” was something of a kind word to describe what Jack did, because he never did plan anything out. He just went with the flow unless he was somehow forced to do otherwise and as such he didn’t have a plan as such. Just a vague idea of what he might do in the near future

But seeing Onnie like this…Jack was rapidly rethinking any plans he might have had in the past. He was more then happy to spend the rest of the day sat here

..Pleased that Onnie felt the need to continue, Jack simply sat there, almost drink her in as he took in and gazed lovingly at each and every move she made, each one was more impressive then the last “Huh?” Jack said Onnie said briefly snapping him out of his daze “Yeah, I probably did….Just can’t remember what…Probably not important anyway” Jack muttered off almost feeling the need to applaud at the continuous beautiful display put on by her. “There’s honestly nothing I rather be watching…you’re…really good..like…wow…”

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

"I see..." Forgetting what he had to do, and she was not surprised there. Onnie eyes focused ahead to the huge dance mirror in front of her, for now her her current level for that choreography had to do. She was able to land most of the moves without any issues but getting it to where she wanted to be was still a far reach. While she would never openly admit it (because of her fear of running people away), people often gathered how much she wanted perfection out of everything that she did.

She took a glance at Jack through the mirror, pausing as he mentioned not wanting to watch anything else. Then followed by a compliment and for some reason it made her blush. Onnie said nothing and went on to start her stretches, which also needed a serious work. With all of the non-dancing she had been doing for the past couple of months, she felt that maybe her flexibility still needed to be tested. The ebony student stretched out as much as she could while realizing that maybe it would have been rude to just not say anything. "Thank you. Apologies if I didn't take you as the ballet loving type of guy. I must say, I am a bit surprised."

She glanced around the room looking for something in particular, "Ah," The ebony student gestured towards Jack, in the same area where her bag and water bottle had been placed. "Would you mind being a dear and handing me my water?" She asked while moving towards him. She was pretty thirsty, as well as hungry but knew she still had a lot more other things to touch up on for the day.

Something told her if she tried to accomplish any of it while he was here she'd be more than distracted, and maybe even the other way around. She fidgeted with her natural hair as her skin was probably glistening with sweat. "Sorry you had to see me like this."

[Jack McCarthy]

What was she doing? Clearly Onnie was busy now. Preparing for her big important dance type thing…Clearly something that he neededto work on and Jack was no doubt distracting her hardcore…hell. That’s all Jack seemed to do, that was his big power. Distracting power that should have been his mutant ability and boy was he talented at it. Hell he was a distraction seen the day he was born. It was the thing he was best at. So naturally he couldn’t stay here when Onnie was in the minsts of working as hard as she was to try and get ready for her upcoming dance….Thing….that was coming up. Clearly the best to do was to make his excuses and try and move aside and let Onnie continue to try and practice her dancing.

But y’know funny thing…Jack’s feet didn’t seem to want to move….

Jack practically hopped to attention once Onnie made it clear that she wanted a water. With the way Onnie’s dance effected her and the general amount of hormones that was pumping through his body Onnie could have asked him to jump out the window and Jack would have been more then happy to compile.

Jack handed Onnie the bottle but didn’t move from her side only blinking at her for several moments “I think I have to kiss you…”

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

There wasn't a bone in her body that could see Jack as some type of distraction right now. Sure, she had been going through her own rehearsal for the past couple of hours, and there were a lot of things currently bothering her. Jack so happened to not be one of them. If anything, Onnie had assumed that Jack had rather spend his time around someone much more... lively than her, more interesting. Possibly someone who he had things in common with? Okay so maybe she was still a bit upset from their last talk.

It was probably best not to bring that up again.

He was here now, with her, and seemed very interested in what she had going on. That had to have been a plus, right? Trying to understand men was a task in it's own, something she had yet to master. She stood waiting until he finally handed her water over, "Thank you." Taking a long swig of her water, a statement was made... or a question... or maybe it had been a command of some kind? Her brown eyes were now fixed on her boyfriend.

Her lips parted as she could feel herself feeling flustered, a feeling she tried shoving down but clearly failed. "I-I uh," She wanted to kiss him, which was usually the name of the game every time she so happened to be near him. She licked her lips while getting herself together, wanting to appear more confident in her words. "Have to? Or do you want to?" She hadn't moved, at least not yet. Why was it that she found herself so effected by Jack and everything that he did? He always made her feel like a schoolgirl with a crush when he said stuff like that... or looked at her with those  brown doe eyes.

[Jack McCarthy]

Hell-Bells Jack had no idea why he was somehow holding himself back now from kissing Onnie, considering how she looked at this current moment, stars dancing in her eyes, the sweat glistening  ff her skin. God she was unbelievable, She didn't even look Human she was like a work of art sculpted and made into visual perfection...

and as always he was stunned a girl like her would ever want something to do with him.

Jack moved forward just a little closer towards Onnie, his heart beating in his chest like a giant base drum, staring deep in Onnie's eyes like he was trying to stare at the back of her head his hands slightly raised out in front of him. Opening, closing. Opening Closing. "I want to kiss you so much right now I need to" Jack muttered in a cool matter of fact voice

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

She probably looked a worked up mess, not to mention her hair was in its natural state, she had been dancing for the last couple of hours and yet Jack still felt the need to want to kiss her, or at least that's what he said. The attraction was there, and so very strong, physically and emotionally. Speaking on it hadn't been something they did on an everyday basis and that might have been the reason as to why Onnie constantly felt the need to let it out but didn't.

So it was usually bottled up until the time was right, or until Jack could take her serious, for even a moment. Her eyes never really did leave his and that was because he was doing something to her, whether he realized it or not. That and she found his brown eyes to be a set of the most enjoyable and beautiful set she had ever laid eyes on. She reached out to gently grab his hands, moving them down to the their sides, so that she could move in closer until her chest pressed against his.

Oneyka lifted her hands to cup the sides of her boyfriend's face. Her brows furrowed slightly, studying it, wondering how exactly the person in front of her managed to get her so worked up in multiple ways. And this time, it wasn't because she was upset, or esasperated, no. This was different and it was familiar, and she loved it. Her thumb gently brushed against his bottom lip as she bit down on her own. Her heart picked up the pace, she was testing temptation but on purpose.

Even to this moment, she wondered what it was... "What is it that's stopping you?"

[Jack McCarthy]

She couldn't possibly look worked out of unattractive to Jack if anything she was more attractive to Jack then she could ever be. she almost seemed to shine and glittering front of him. Almost like a mirage shining in front of him more beautiful then she could have ever believed to be so

His skin tingled and come to life like wires with a strong electric current running through it. She never knew his skin could feel so alive just through touch alone

Without a word Jack eventually gave in he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Sweet and tender before he began to lean his body into it as it began heavier placing his hands on the small of her back and the back of her head gentle carassing both

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

The first kiss softened her tense body, taking away the stress of landing a picture perfect routine. No, all of that went out the window when he kissed her. The kiss deepened and she could feel him leaning more into her. The touch of his hands were familiar but still managed to ignite something, something that started the smallest of fires but helped them grow.

A hand cupped the side of his face as they kissed. Her touch moving to the side of his neck until both arms wrapped around his neck. There was something about knowing that Jack still wanted her, wanted to be with her even after their intense talk. It made her feel better, his lips managed to make it work that way.

She deepened it still, passionately kiss him as she tried to keep her lips locked with his while moving both of them so that her back ended up against the door to the room. Onnie searched for the knob with one hand until she found it, locking it. She eventually broke the kiss, trying to catch her breath but never really inching away from Jack's face.

"...you'll have to forgive me." Whispering her words. Hoping that he would, or better yet knowing he would soon.