Membrane x Dancer! Reader

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Outside POV

"Haha! Dad can't dance!" A purple haired child exclaimed. This was Gaz. Gaz was, honestly, kinda mean. She was bullying her father at dinner. Why? For, well, not being able to dance.

"Daughter, I don't see how that is a bad thing. Why would that interfere with my probability of copulation?" Her father said.

"Don't you know that... normal people like romance?" Gaz said, "Dib and I need someone else to care for us when you're at work." She paused, adding "Someone human" before turning her head in Clembrane's direction. He waved.

"Explain to me how that correlates, Gazlene, I'm not quite comprehending." Membrane said.

Gaz fumbled in her seat, obviously perturbed. Gritting her teeth, she slowly grumbled, "Dancing... is romantic... Dad." This man of science was as smart as he was dense. In more ways than one.

Gaz watched the gears turn in her father's head. After a few moments, he finally seemed to process what she was saying.

"How does the movement of your body increase your chances of intercourse?" Gaz sneered at the thought of her dad's sex life.

"Just... that's not important. Point is that you need to learn." She said. "Or else, I'm going to keep bullying you." Her face was deathly serious. No one could survive Gaz's teasing for long. Membrane steeled himself. He would survive it.

He did not survive it. He gave in after two long hours of Gaz's bullying. Defeated, he found a private tutor and set a date. It came sooner than he had expected. Grabbing jeans and a turtleneck, he set out towards his tutor.

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Membrane stood at the entrance to a studio. Was this the place? It was rather small... but not everyone was rich. He knocked on the door and waited.

After a few moments, someone opened the door. They were wearing a white tank-top and black yoga pants. Obviously Membrane dressed to warm for this.

"Hi! I'm (Y/N)! I'm guessing you're my client?" Membrane nodded and smiled. They seemed rather chipper.

"Do you have any background we could work from?" They asked.

"Well, I'm Mexican-oh you meant dancing background." (Y/N) smiled at the now flustered man.

"Let me guess. You don't know anything, right?" (Y/N) asked. The poor man of science grumbled a half-embarrassed "no".

(Y/N) smiled. "Excellent! A clean slate!" Their excitement was infectious and soon Membrane found himself smiling too.

"Where should we start?" He asked. He was eager to begin. At first he wanted to get this over with but now he genuinely wanted to learn how to dance. (Y/N) gracefully walked over to a bulky CD player.

"First, I'm gonna need your name." They said. Membrane looked around before sheepishly asking if they knew who he was. "No, not really. I just do private tutoring.

With the renewed confidence anonymity brings, Membrane answered the question. "I'm Miguel."

"In all seriousness, Miguel, we're going to start by learning the basic steps of the salsa. Something that should come easy to you." They said, picking up the stereo. They walked over to a table, setting it down, when Membrane noticed the rhythmic pattern their footsteps had. It seemed as if they were dancing to a beat.

"Let's start off without the music. Sound good?" (Y/N) said. Membrane nodded. He liked being treated like a normal person for once.

"First off, I'm going to be teaching you how to salsa dance by yourself. It's the foundation we're going to build upon. Got it, Miguel?"

They way (Y/N) said Membrane's ñame sent shivers down his spine. What was wrong with him? He felt his face getting red and quickly nodded so they would stop looking at him.

"You're going to want to stand next to me, okay?" They we're set on making sure he was comfortable. With yet another speechless nod, they began instruction.

"So, salsa is a type of 8-count dance. Basically, you will complete a part of it within the time it takes to count to 8," They began. "On the count of one, you will stick your left foot forward and put your weight on it. This is going to make your right heel slightly come off the ground." They demonstrates the first step slowly, making sure he could clearly see what they were doing.

"Try it real quick." (Y/N) said. Following the steps they provided, Membrane cautiously looked to them for affirmation. "You're a natural." They smiled. Membrane blushed at the compliment before asking for the next step.

Getting back in position, they said, "Next is the count of 2. We should shift our weight back on that foot, making the heel come down. Keep your toes on the floor." They explained. "The first two counts should look like this." They demonstrated how the first part of the dance would go and asked Miguel to copy them. After doing so, (Y/N) smiled.

"Next we're going to put our left foot back with the right one. Both will be flat on the ground. Got it?" They said. Membrane nodded once more and repeated (Y/N)'s steps. This was surprisingly easier than he thought it would be.

"Now, on four, we stay in that position so we don't count it out loud. Simple enough. But for 5 6 7,we do what we just did with our other foot. Except instead of forward, we put that one backwards." They did a full 8 count for Membrane to see. "Think you can do it?"

Could he do it? He did the first half with ease, so he should be able to. What if he messed up? What if-? No. He can't spend time wondering what ifs. He has to do it!

"Yes!" He said confidently. (Y/N) giggled at his enthusiasm and watched as he attempted to do the footwork. Left foot forward, lean, left foot back. Right foot forward, lean, right foot back. He did it! When he looked to (Y/N), they were beaming.

"See! I told you that you were a natural." They said with a hearty slap on the back. Despite their shorter stature, they were seriously strong. Membrane made note of that and said a small thanks.

"Next we'll work on the hip movement. It is a subtle but important part of salsa. When ever you do something with a foot, lean your hips to that side." They said. "But don't jut it out too far or it will seem unnatural." (Y/N) gave a short example of how it should look.

Membrane was entranced by their hips. The way they swayed back and forth. It was magical. Listening to their advice, Membrane tried to copy the movement. It felt rigid, rough, but it was a start. (Y/N) came up behind Membrane and placed their hands on his hips. He felt his face turn red at te unsolicited action.

"See, move your hips in a circle. It's smoother that way." (Y/N) presses into Membrane and pushed him forward, encouraging him to try dancing again. With the added help from (Y/N), he managed to get it right the second time around.

"Do you want to try learning how to dance with a partner, or do you want to practice solo a bit more?" (Y/N) asked. The thought of dancing with (Y/N) made the man blush. But he'll be damned if he backed away from a challenge.

"I'm ready to continue, (Y/N)." He said.

"Perfect! I'm going to be the lead so it's easier for you to understand what I'm doing right now, but if you want to lead, let me know!" They said. How were they so happy?

(Y/N) placed Membrane's hand on their hip and the other in their own. They placed their other hand on Membrane's back.

"What you're going to do is do the 5 6 7 first, then the 1 2 3. Understand?" (Y/N) said. Membrane cleared his throat and mumbled a small "yes".

With that, (Y/N) pushed on Membrane's hand and began to dance.

Give or take a few stumbles, it went well.

"I'm going to introduce a spin. Is that okay?" (Y/N) said without breaking rhythm.

After a nod from Membrane, they continued to explain what they were going to do. "We're gonna take this hand over here, yes, the one not on my back, you goof." Membrane blushed. "And we're going to bring that down in a curve. Yes, like this."

"And now we're gonna bring it way up high in another curve," They said, "And I'm going to spin you. Ready? Go." And so Membrane spun. And BOY did he spin. He spun. Not much to it.

Gracefully, (Y/N) pulled Membrane into a dip. They stood there like that: (Y/N) staring into Membrane's eyes; Membrane in awe that he could be dipped.

They stayed that way for a tad bit too long. (Y/N) quickly pulled him back up.

"Um... sorry about that." (Y/N) said. Just when it couldn't get any more awkward, Membrane spoke up.

"Maybe Gaz was right." He said. Yes, he was understanding what she had meant now. The situation shifted from weird to tense as the two stood in silence. Both were afraid of saying the wrong thing. Luckily one of them decided to take a stand.

(Y/N) rushed over to a table, much to Membrane's confusion. They took a pen and furiously scribbled on something not visible from a distance.

"Here." (Y/N) said, handing Membrane the slip of card stock. "I'll teach you more tomorrow if you want me to. Just call a few minutes before."

Membrane was rushed out of the studio. Once outside he realized it was their business card with something on the back.

"Coffee at Toasty Brew?"

Membrane smiled. Gaz was totally going to rub this in his face.

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