Love and War

Date: 9/1/2018

I'm an agent on a mission. It's my guys vs some Russians/Eastern Europeans. It's some elite secret agent stuff. The fighting has taken us inside to a kind of dance studio/dojo/general store. it's intense fighting too. The whole place is crackling with fighting, with gunshots, with screaming, and the sounds of pain. Pure chaos. I'm engaged in a long, and bloody drawn out fight with a Russian/Japanese operative. She's a dark brunette. Kind of looks like Aimee Rafferty. Fighting is intense. Ground fighting, grappling, fist fighting, gun fighting, using weapons, etc. She's an excellent fighter, lithe and fast. We're nearly evenly matched. The place is rocked with explosions. People are dying left and right. Shelves topple. Store items are used as weapons. Us two end up in some kids toy section, beating the shit out of each other with things like pool noodles and brightly coloured plastic toys. I slip on a red long glove off the shelf on my right and beat her in the face. It's mildly effective, and she retaliates with an attack of her own. I slip on another long red glove. The gloves themselves are really super comfortable. They're red and cream coloured woven wool. To the left of the aisle we're in is a flat wooden space, with a radio on the side. I rush over to the radio, and turn it on. Lovely Latin/Big Band/Bossa Nova/Salsa music plays out. The beautiful Russian/Japanese agent comes up to fight. I however take her, put my right arm around her waist and clasp our other hands together, and we begin dancing. Of course, she's like "what the fuck" and has this incredulous expression on her face. She warms up to it shortly though, and we're having a ton of fun. We salsa, we swing dance, and generally have a good time. It's us two on the dance floor that happens to be inside a dojo/general store, surrounding by fighting, explosions, and chaos. We come close to making out, but we don't. We're super sexual though, gyrating and the whole thing. "I've Got You Under My Skin" comes on. We're spinning, we're twirling, we're having a really incredible, beautiful time. My boss comes up. He's incredulous. "You're supposed to be fighting!" In response, I mock punch the woman in the face, and she mock fights back, our bodies still intertwined and dancing. The fighting has died down significantly. A partner-dance class has showed up for their weekly class. They're spooked because their whole studio/store thing is basically trashed. Of course, my partner and I can't join -- we have to return to our respective teams and missions. Along with my boss, we get the details of the next class, which free for new students and on the next Friday. We share a warm smile, and part ways. I wake up. I never ended up getting her number. I'll probably see her at that next class though!