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It was just a gut feeling, right?
But over the years you had learned to trust that unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. You weren't just being paranoid. There was something strange about this man. He had been recommended highly - "He can even teach the most clumsy person on this world to dance, I'm sure of it." - but... the way he put his hand on your hip, the way he looked at you, everything.
You had been excited about really learning to dance. It looked so good in the movies and when you were invited to another wedding again you wanted to dance without embarrassing yourself. But the thing that had really pushed you to start taking lessons was an adventure with Team TARDIS to some party on an alien planet.
Ryan had been talking to the Duchess, who was more than happy to show him how a sort of simulation booth worked, the Doctor had been fiddling with her demon tracker again, Graham had been laughing with a group of aliens and you were just sitting there. Watching how Yaz was spinning around on the dance floor. She had snagged some handsome alien and they were obviously having the time of their lives as the music got louder and louder.
The Doctor had seen the way you had watched them. "Do you wanna dance?"
"What?"
"I asked if you wanted to dance. You've been staring at Yaz for so long now."
"Ah, it's nothing. No, I'm fine sitting there."
You looked away, long enough to not notice the disappointed look on the Doctor's face. When you turned back to her she was her normal self again, a smile on her face.
When you had gotten home you had decided you were going to take dancing lessons. If... if the Doctor or any alien asked you to dance again you wanted to.... well... be able to dance. And that's how you had gotten yourself involved with this man who was eyeing your breasts throughout your top. Dear God, he wasn't even being subtle about it.
All right, people had looked at your breasts before. But he wasn't a teenager boy with crazy hormones who wouldn't even dare to touch your breasts if he got the chance, this was an older man. And the little voice in your head told you that he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"You've almost got it," the teacher said. "Well done, Y/N."
"Thanks," you said. Smiling you walked over to where you had put your water bottle down and took a sip.
"No, really, you're a natural." He walked over to you, so close your noses almost touched. There was no reason for that. He wasn't holding you close because you were dancing... he was in your personal space. It wasn't an accident, you knew that when you took a step back and he followed.
"So, we still have half an hour."
You nodded. You really didn't want him to touch you again. You didn't want to spend another half an hour alone with him again. But how could you just leave? It wouldn't be polite.
Just then your phone rang. You saw 'The Doctor' appear on the screen and you picked it up.
"Hey, Y/N!"
"Hey!"
"So, I was wondering if..."
"Oh no," you said, feigning shock. "Really?"
"What?"
"I'll be there as soon as possible, all right."
"What's going on?"
"No, really, it's no problem at all. I love you, hon."
"....Y/N?"
You ended the call, putting it in your back pocket. "Sorry, I have to leave. That was my boyfriend...his.... his mom... is in the hospital. Really, I'm sorry."
He bit his lip. "It's all right. I'll see you next week."
"Yeah."
You grabbed your jacket. No way in hell, you thought.
When you arrived home the Doctor was sitting on your doormat, looking very very confused. She was probably internally monologuing.
"What are you doing here?" you asked her.
"You said you loved me," the Doctor said softly, looking up at you.
"No, I was talking to my non-existent boyfriend." You fished your key out of your pocket. "I had to get away from that creep of a teacher. The way he looked at me, at my boobs. And he was a little bit too handsy."
"Who?"
"My dance teacher," you explained while you opened the door. She jumped up, walking inside your dark apartment.
"You take dance lessons?"
"Yeah, I can't dance. And I wanted to... if you ever asked me to dance with you again." You clicked on the lights. "Well, anyway, I'm safe, thanks for calling me at just the right moment and checking up on me. I'm going to take a shower."
"I can dance," the Doctor said, falling down on your couch. "Hey, do you have cookies?"
"In the cabinet. I'll get the key. What dances can you dance?"
"So many. Earth ones, but I also can do a really complicated Five Row Marisha. It ends in a death though, so it's not a big fave at weddings," the Doctor said as she got to work breaking open your cabinet. Really, she was so impatient. "But I haven't danced since I became a woman. I hope it's not too different, the hips can't change so much, can they?"
"How would I know?"
Silence.
"I could teach you."
You looked up. "Really?"
"Yeah! I promise I won't look at your breasts! Scout's honor!"
You laughed. "You sure?"
"I'm sure. We do need music though!"
You looked on, amused, as she got everything ready. She seemed really excited. You were surprised to find out she was actually a pretty good dancer. And it felt good. Her hand on your hip didn't feel unnatural... it felt like it belonged there. You wanted her to get closer! And when she said you were a natural it made you feel all warm and fuzzy, unlike at your dance lesson with Mr. Creep. You learned her eye color was a perfect green-grey shade and you counted the little lines next to her eyes.
Yeah, you liked dancing with her.