Acting on Instinct

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"Thanks for breakfast, Tracey," Dianne spoke through a mouthful of eggs, "I think I'm going to leave your house five pounds heavier from just two meals!"

Tracey smiled and patted her shoulder, sliding another plate of pancakes between her and Joe who was seated closely at her side.

"I think you'll burn it all off with all that dancing," Tracey laughed as Dianne's eyes widened at the plate. "Which speaking of - Joe told me you teach ballroom? Is it like Strictly Come Dancing? I love that show."

Dianne swallowed before answering, "Mm, sort of. I teach the fundamentals of all the dances they do on that show...but to young kids. Their skill level isn't quite as high, and I'm no Oti Mabuse. But we do our best..."

Dianne felt Joe's hand creep over to her thigh, squeezing lightly and remaining there - a weighted reminder of their bedtime activities and she couldn't help but blush.  The bed they'd shared last night that had first felt tiny ended up being plenty big enough because they'd practically fused together in their sleep. She had never been much of a cuddler - Carl was a super light sleeper, and she'd gotten used to curling up on her own side of the bed and not moving throughout the night for practically the last decade. Though when she'd woken up this morning, practically on top of Joe, not knowing where her limbs started and his stopped, she realized she had never slept better.

"I think you're selling yourself short, you're an incredible teacher," Joe commented lightly, now digging into his breakfast with one hand.

Dianne noticed Tracey's hint of a smile as she sat down across from them, clutching a mug of coffee in her hands as she studied the pair.

"You peeked in for two minutes, one time," Dianne playfully rolled her eyes, before turning toward Tracey, "Your son is a great liar."

Tracey tried to hide her grin as Joe pouted next to her, "Am not. I just saw how those kids responded to you. They were hanging on your every word."

Dianne shrugged, suddenly self conscious as she turned back to her breakfast, "I try."

"How old are they?" Tracey asked. "The kids in your classes?"

"Most of them are ten...a few younger and a few older," Dianne replied, reaching over to grab the crusts of Joe's toast he had left abandoned on his plate. She blushed as she watched Tracey track her actions, smirking to herself at the intimate move.

"That is a talent," she nodded knowingly, "Commanding the attention of ten year olds...not for the weak hearted."

Joe chuckled, "Not sure if you noticed Mum, but Dianne has no trouble standing up for herself."

Tracey nodded, "A trait I always admire in a woman. And it seems I taught you to admire too."

Joe nodded, squeezing Dianne's leg again as she leaned back in her chair, the crusts putting her over the edge, the waistband on her trousers feeling extra tight.

"You're both too kind," she breathed out as she stretched overhead to try and alleviate the bloat in her midsection, giggling as Joe released her leg to poke her gently in the rib. "Stop, Joe, or I'll spew."

"I also admire her special way with words," Joe winked toward his mum, standing to clear both of their dishes as Tracey laughed out loud at Dianne's red cheeks.

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"So, what's the verdict on good old Tracey?" Joe grinned as Dianne settled into the passenger seat of his car as he pulled out the long driveway toward the country lane his mum lived on. "Does she measure up to Graham? I know you're bloody in love with him..."