You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

Author's Notes: Blame the Wiggles for the song title. Well, technically, blame the Bee Gees. But I like the Wiggles' version of the song better.

The Official Disclaimers: 1. This story does include something called the "Horizontal Macarena", aka lovemaking between 2 consenting married adults. If you no likey or not allowed to read such stuffs, hit the back button YESTERDAY.
2. I DO NOT own Constantine, seeing as it isn't right to claim people as property, for one thing. He is the property of himself. Ashleigh is my original character, so respect her. Any and all songs used in my fics are the property of their respective creators, and any and all people you see, including original characters of mine, are part of my little fanfic entourage.

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You Make Me Feel Like Dancing by Denise aka Maroulis Marauder

"All my life, all my life, I've been waiting for a girl like you..."

Yep, that's me and my lovely wife, Ashleigh. See, we just got back from one of my concerts downtown. We've been laughing and singing the whole drive home. Now,

I just want to spend the rest of the night with her in my arms.

"All my life, all my life, I've been waiting for a girl..." We sang together.

"Waiting for a girl like...you." I say, pointing to her.

"Aw...you are just wonderful...and not just at singing."

I leaned in and kissed her.

"Oh...that concert was perfection, as usual."

"I could have done better."

"Hey, you were performing. That makes it perfect."

I just smiled.

We made our way to the den.

"You want something to drink?" I offered.

"Sure. I could use it after cheering for my man for the last 2 and a half hours."

I kissed her forehead before I headed for the kitchen.

"Oh, could you put on some music for me?" I called out to her.

"No problem."

As I got out a couple of glasses, I heard the familiar gong of the Undertaker's theme song, one of her all-time favorites. I smiled to myself. She loves music as much as I do. Of course, she loves my music the best.

I walked back into the den, carrying our sodas. Just as I entered, I saw her. I stopped, just staring at the sight before me.

She was dancing slowly to the music. Her body moving, swaying very seductively to the beat. Oh, God...so beautiful, so sexy. I felt the urge to dance with her, in more ways than one.

I put the sodas down, and made my way towards her. I stood only a foot away from her, admiring her moves. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but couldn't in fear of breaking the hypnotic spell she and I were both under.

As the song faded to the end, I found myself closing the gap between us, and placing my hands on her arms.

"You are so fascinating when you dance." I whispered in her ear. "The way you move is so breathtaking, and I was wondering if I could have the honor of sharing the next dance with you."

She simply turned around, placed her hands on my face, and ever so softly touched her lips to mine. "You, my darling, never have to ask."

The next song came on. "The One" by Elton John. How appropriate. A slow dance with Ashleigh, the one whom I share my heart and my life with.

I wrapped my arms around her and we started moving to the music. As the song went on, I refamiliarized myself with the woman in my arms. The warmth of her body, her dangerous curves, the intoxicating scent of her favorite fragrances...all of which at any time could drive me totally crazy...which I wanted to do to her.

I turned her around so her back was to my chest. My hands slowly traveled over her sweet body, one hand cupping a soft breast and gently squeezing. She leaned back against me.

"You like that?" I asked her. You turn me on so much, you deserve it too.

I kissed her temple as I continued my exploration of her body. "I love holding you against me..." I said as I gently kissed her ear. She sighed contently.

"You're too good to me."

"No...I just happen to love you beyond belief."

I turned her back to face me and lowered my lips onto hers. Her lips taste of the finest of the finest ambrosia. I've grown so addicted to her over time, it's almost surreal.

She opened her mouth, allowing my tongue to slowly slide inside and initiate a slow dance of its own with hers. I groaned into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around me.

I ran my hand up her back and into her hair. She leaned her head back. Perfect.

Just where I want her. I press my lips onto her neck. I could hear her moan softly. I smile to myself as I continue kissing her there gently.

"Constantine..." She breathed out. Oh, man...my name coming from her lips. I had to close my eyes in order to keep what was left of my self control. But I had to hear it again.

"Say it again...say my name one more time." I whispered my request to her.

In response, she wove a hand in my hair, leaned in...and slowly licked my lips with her tongue.

"My Constantine..."

Now I love Ashleigh, but when she does stuff like that to a man...

My control snapped. I lifted her off the ground and kissed the hell out of her.

It isn't every day that I lose control like this, but this woman is well deserving of my undying passion for her.

It gets so intense that I have to sit down. I walk over to the sofa, my Babygirl still in my arms and sit. Soon the fever dies down, but I'm still in the mood to heat things up.

Reluctantly, I drew my lips from hers, but only to sneak a kiss at the base of

her throat. I looked up at her. She looks like a woman who has been thoroughly satisfied, hair tousled, eyes shining, body glistening with a light sheen of sweat...and all we did was dance!

I reached up and smoothed her hair from her face. "You sexy thing. You are the hottest woman walking this planet, you know that?"

She smiled. "That's because you make me hot."

"Oh, yes." I kissed her again. "But there's always something I wanted to do if I ever met a really hot lady."

"And what's that?"

I picked a piece of ice out of my soda. "Cool her down." I touched the ice to her neck and drew a line. Then I slowly licked it up, tasting the cool water as well as the saltiness of her skin.

"Very nice. But you're still just so hot." I said as I led the ice down her upper chest. I repeated my earlier tasting of her, my tongue sliding down her neck. I could feel her hands in my hair...yes, baby, enjoy this. It's all for you.

I suddenly realize another reason she's so hot. She's all covered up. Maybe if I...

I slide my fingers into her tube top and pull it down, just enough to bare those beautiful breasts of hers. Sheer perfection this woman is. I softly massage her breasts, getting a nice purr out of her. How I love to please you, sweetheart.

While she had her eyes closed, I snuck another piece of ice into my mouth. Just when I feel the temperature's cool enough, I wrap my lips around her nipple.

"Oh, God!" I hear her cry out. Wonderful. I'm driving her as insane as she made me. I suckle her gently while I teased the other nipple with my fingers.

Meanwhile, my other hand went down to her buttocks, and gave her a firm, yet gentle squeeze. She moaned and writhed in my arms. See, my love? This is what you get for teasing me...and I'm very glad to do it.

As I kissed my way back up to her neck, I let my hand sneak under her skirt...where I find...what's this? No underwear? What a pleasant surprise.

My hand went to her patch of soft curls and tenderly caressed her. I could already feel the heat coming from her. I slid my fingers into her flesh and let them roam around.

"I just love how wet you are." I whispered against her neck. She sighed happily as I continued my torture of her.

I let the very tip of my finger tease her entrance, circling it, but never quite going in. She bucked her hips, wanting more, but I backed off just a little, still travelling across her flesh. I soon went back to toying with her, not quite giving her what she wanted.

"Please, Constantine..." She almost whined. When I have her begging, I know I must be doing something right. So I did the only thing I felt was right.

I stopped. She moaned. I looked straight into her eyes.

"Babygirl, after all the teasing we've done tonight, there's only one way to settle this. I absolutely have to have you ride me into heaven."

Her smile told me everything I needed to know. She expertly undid my jeans in record time, slowing down only to wrap her hand around my hardness and run it back and forth a few times. All I could do was groan. Yes, I love it when she touches me, but I wanted something else of hers surrounding me.

She positioned herself over my shaft. She looked into my eyes, silently asking me if I'd do her the honor of making us one. For you, I always will.

I took her by the hips and slowly lowered her onto my shaft. Oh, God...to feel her inner walls grip me so tightly...Oh, God...I was ready to explode then and there...but no. I wanted this to be about her.

I handed control over to her and let her set the pace. She soon started to move up and down in a nice, easy rhythm. Oh, yes...she's decided to kill me slowly. I ran my hands back and forth over her thighs, spurring her on as she rode.

I watched eagerly as she ran her fingers through her hair, then over her upper body, then over to my stomach, to my nipples, where she began to lightly pinch them. I groaned loudly as I squeezed her thighs firmly. She let out a long moan herself as she continued her riding.

I reached for her hands, and we laced fingers. That's right, Babygirl. I am never letting you go.

I looked up at her. Oh, but she made quite the vision. Head leaned back, eyes partly closed, beads of sweat travelling down her neck to her chest...

And then there were those breasts.

To my delight...and surprise, I found that I could not take my eyes off her breasts, bouncing up and down, her luscious chocolate nipples beckoning me to suck on them. My lovely wife must have read my mind because she then leaned forward, those tiny, tender morsels just a whisper away from my lips. I had to go for it. I grasped a nipple between my lips and sucked to my heart's content.

She gasped as she ground her hips into mine faster and faster. She and I both needed release so bad, we could feel it...taste it.

"Yes!" She cried out as she gripped my shoulders. "I need you, Constantine...come with me."

Now you know I can't deny her. Like you would.

I grasped her hips and began to thrust upward. Her head went back and she cried out loud as I went deeper and deeper within her still, her channel gripping me so unbelievably tightly, I felt like I truly was becoming a part of her.

We moved together for a few more seconds, then everything just...wow.

Just before I exploded, I saw Ashleigh arch backwards and heard her yell out my name. The way her inner muscles clamped down on me, oh, man...I let out my own cry and erupted deep within her as she took me over the edge as well.

As I embraced my exhausted, yet satisfied bride, she went limp in my arms. We just sat there for a good while, just regaining our strength.

After a few moments, Ashleigh lifted her head and touched her forehead to mine.

"And all I wanted to do was dance."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, Babygirl..." I say as I kiss her tenderly. "You are amazing. You're too much, but you're amazing."

She laughed back softly. "Only because I have one hell of a dance partner."

"Well, you've got some nice moves yourself, my dancing queen."

"I save my best moves just for you. I love you so much."

"I love you...and you know what?"

"What?"

"I'm wasted by the way you move."

She laughed at the Ricky Martin reference of one of her favorite songs.

"I want another slow dance." She requested.

"I'd love to. Ask me again when my legs haven't been turned into Jell-o." She simply giggled and kissed me, promising that we would get to share another dance very soon.