This is for the Romantic Friday Writers. The theme was Glitz and Glam. It was a difficult theme to work with, hopefully I've done a good job of it. All comments welcome.
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Vincent hated Emily. What she was and did repulsed him, yet sight of her made his heart skip a beat and took his mind to places it never would have gone if he hadn't met her.
Walking into what she called work was difficult. Vincent dreamed of the day he would never have to return to this place, it drove him as he painted and sold his artwork to the highest bidder, warring endlessly to become a renowned artist and be able to charge big money prices for his work. Soon he would be able to support them both and live a normal life.
The room was dimly lit except for a few stages placed around the room. Dancing on one of these was Emily. His heart rushed as he saw her, baring herself and moving with such entrancing form that the room may as well be empty but for her. She was his vision of perfection, a work of art within herself.
The music stopped, waking Vincent from his transfixed state. Emily left the stage and walked to him. "Hi Vince darling. Come on I'll be five minutes." Taking him backstage whilst she got ready.
"Do you enjoy your job?" Vincent asked as she dressed herself in the backstage room.
"Of course not."
"Why'd you do it then?"
Emily sighed. She must have answered this question a thousand times by now. "It pays well and I'm good at it. That's all there is to it."
"You look like you're enjoying yourself while you dance."
"That's part of my job Vincent. What would you have me do?"
"I don't know.Not this.."
"You want me to yourself." She smiled lovingly. "Rich men come here and part with a lot of money to see me dance. They see me as entertainment, not a person, that's what bothers you, isn't it?"
"I don't want to share you."
"I dance That's all. I don't do more than that. I'm not a hooker selling my body. I sell the right to watch me dance, that's all. They will never know me as you do. Nobody ever will. I am yours alone."
Vincent held her close. "And I am yours." He kissed her with such passion he thought he could never allow them to be pried from each other. He wanted nothing more than to make this moment their present and their future. Their forever.