Oh what a feeling, when you’re dancing on the Celine!


Amy Short

Duets and Duvets Award Part 1

“Oh! I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody.” Rebecca threw her hands up in the air and I laughed.

We had started the evening in a top London restaurant, our three year anniversary justifying the expensive night out and after a few too many drinks, we, but really, Rebecca, had let loose.

Her Whitney Houston tribute act continued, her long, toned legs parading up and down the bedroom floor before she climbed onto the chest at the end of the bed. I watched her intensely, the way her body moved, her hair cascading and that beautiful careless laugh.

“Sing with me, James,” she said, her lips protruding into a saddening pout. She tried to walk seductively towards me, her hips swaying and booty shaking until she realised she was still on the chest; then wrapped in my arms as she avoided crashing face first into the carpet.

“We better be careful, we don’t want any late night accidents, do we?”

“Only if you’ve been a bad, bad boy,” she replied flirtatiously. She jumped out of my arms, taking back her position on the chest, her mini stage, and restarted the chorus, her hands clenched as a make shift microphone.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her down, encircling her and sliding my hands up her face and into her hair, bringing her in closer for a kiss.

“Ooh, I know. Celine, my good friend, Celine. She’s had a number of hits, what can we sing, James? Please, I just want to sing.”

That would be the vodka.

Rebecca lost her train of thought, I could not think of anything worse than Celine right now, or anybody in fact. She started to wiggle her shoulders, feet moving in a simplistic rhythm and her hips shaking. She circled around me, like a Bollywood performer and grabbed my tie.

She led me to the bed, lips tugging at a smirk and her legs winding their way through mine. She pushed me down, her head bowing next to my ear.

“Near, far, wherever you are. I believe that the heart will go on.”

She crawled over me and set back upon her stage. “You’ll never take Celine from me!”

I sighed and let my hands cover my face. It was going to be a long night.