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[i][b]It's raining tonight[/b].[/i]

The garage was made up of four walls and a steel skeleton for jacking up cars. There was a tool cabinet and the chassis of an old Volkswagen Beetle in there. He was dressed in a baggy grey t-shirt and black sweats. She was in a tight crop-top and matching black leggings. They both wore sneakers; hers red and white, his green and blue.

He took her hand and lightly led her around the garage. She kept up, postured, but kept looking at his shoes. She couldn't help but stare at his movements; she'd never seen them before.

''Look at my eyes,'' he said, indicating at himself.

She raised her eyes and did so.

They started again. He took her hand and led her around the garage. She kept up, postured, staring at his eyes. They were in sync. He led her around the car, then turning with her hand, guided her to slip beneath his arm.

She struck back, bending at the waist; and dipping herself into a dive, allowed the breath to leave her lungs. Then, taking her by the hand, he pulled her back into him.

They started moving with each other around the garage, in and out, back and forth, slipping in and out of each other's arms; her in a tight black vest which showed her abs, him in a grey t-shirt that was slightly too baggy for his heavy build. He ran his hands up and down her as she wove around him. He was the pole; she was the dancer. She would coil her legs up around his hard body and dangle from him, sliding across the concrete with her fingernails. She would skim dirt. She would let her teeth show past her too-thick lips as she concentrated on the music. He would step into her, then force her to bend; and she would bend for him and weave with her hips, moving with the beat.

They came together and she pressed herself back against him. She ducked and wove with her hips beneath his groin; and him, tight-lipped and shaggy-haired, moved with her. His hands slipped up on her. She cast them away. Then he grabbed at her, and she cast him away. She stepped back and twirled three times—twirled—and on each twirl met him in the eyes. He stood there, thoughtful, then when the beat resumed, he came after her.

She slid over the bonnet. He moved along it, wrestling it with his hands. She sat on top of the car. He went to climb it. She put out her foot and set it to his chin; and stunned, he rolled his face against it. The two of them slid onto their backs along the car, panting.

Then when they were ready, they got up again. Her sliding down the bonnet; him pushing off it. He came after her.

Against the door. Against the corner-wall. He looked into her eyes as she stood helpless up against it, staring into his eyes. Then beneath his arm she went, rushing, hitting the tool-case on the sheath-rack and making it all rumble. He lifted a heavy wrench into his hand. She saw it and grabbed at a trash can, throwing it in his way; and putting his foot up on it, he shoved it aside and hissed.

She let out a restless little rasp as she turned towards him, cornered inside the car door which she'd pulled open to throw herself behind. And like that, they both stared at each other—him weighing the wrench in his hand. She let her eyes simper, and he leaned in slowly, clenching the rung of the door. She looked at his lips—then staring for half a moment, she slipped into the back of the car.

The music continued as he got in after her. He pulled the door closed and locked them both in. Then a moment later, through the back windows, her hands spread like butterfly wings on both sides, feathering the air. Then it was her and him in the back seat, wrestling with each other. Her on top, turning her head away from him towards the wing mirror to fix her makeup—then it was him in her neck, pretending to kiss on her as she fixed her hair.

They moved to the front seat. Him driving, her talking at him. But he wasn't looking. He was just glaring into the wing mirror while pretending to turn the steering wheel; and a moment later, she shook her head and got out of the car.

She mimicked yelling at him. He staggered out of the car, banging on it with his fist. And kicking at the dust of the garage, she walked towards the end of the garage with her arms crossed, pouting in annoyance; and sighing, he hung in the car door with his head down, panting. His eyes searched the wing mirror. His gaze grew dilated and heavy.

Then restlessly, he sighed. Because she was feeling up his stomach from behind. She'd walked all the way around the car and started to touch his abs. He grew very still. Her hands clutched the hard muscles of his chest, then spread out across his biceps, caressing the hard veins in his arms; and him, standing, turned and went to face her furiously—but she just went toe-to-toe with him as he forced her to back up.

They walked like that through the garage, her hands inside his shirt, his feet scuffing up dirt. She got him all the way to the tool cabinet, which she bumped into. Then staring heavily into his eyes, she glared him into submission. And staring down at her, he lifted his hand up and delicately touched her face. She melted, easing into the tool cabinet; and taking his hand in both of hers, she shoved it up against her face... then sighing, she pulled him along.

They began dancing again, but this time, more slowly. She guided him around. She wore him down. She took his hands and put them on her stomach to hold her; then against the car bonnet, she made him sit down. And over his lap she dipped her back and hung there in his arms as he swept her at a 90-degree angle. A sharp crescent. She sprawled with her hands, swiping them over her head, letting herself be tossed. And then at the end of that crescent, he lifted her up heavily into his arms; and she hung her arms around his neck.

For a moment, they both just sort of looked at each other. And with his hands on her waist, he held her there, staring back at her silently, his lips very thin. She then hesitated, and leaning over his lips—

She didn't kiss him, and neither did he kiss her.

''Thanks. See you next time,'' she said, breaking the spell. She then got out from under his arms and ran towards the end of the garage, slamming the door behind her.

He slipped off the end of the car, then went and threw a sweat towel around his neck. A moment later, he stood there, deep in thought. Then shaking his head, he took his car keys and stepped outside, cursing.

"... What is it with this girl?"