Disclaimer: I do not own JONAS.
A/N: No idea where this came from – it just sort of appeared while I was trying to come up with a Joe/Macy. Plus, I wanted to write something for maybe-joleisaa, who probably deserves something better than this random one-shot, but hopefully she will just appreciate the thought.
Dedication: To maybe-joleissa - who is an awesome writer. Go read some of her stories!
He was sick and tired of Stella leading him on only to back away at the last second with some line about how it would ruin their friendship. Cause her constant teasing and flirting was doing wonders for it, wasn't it? If that was the way she wanted to play it tonight, he would happily go along. He searched the crowded room for a rebound companion and smirked when his eyes settled on little Macy.
Bingo!
He ran his fingers through his hair before sliding up to the petite brunette.
"Hi Macy," he practically purred. "Wanna dance?"
He barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes as he saw her bite her lip in excitement at his question. He was pretty sure she even stopped breathing there for a second. Instead of waiting for her to recover like he usually would, he placed a hand on her arm. "Look, Mace, I'm looking for a dance partner tonight. Do you think maybe you can remain upright and conscious and join me out there?"
"Yes," she squeaked.
"Fabulous," he replied dryly, grabbing her hand and pulling her onto the dance floor, missing the slight frown on her face.
As he wove through the crowd, Macy in tow, he glanced back at her, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively. Normally the fact that she was Stella's best friend and crazy as a loon made her off-limits, but tonight he was willing to make an exception. Watching him dance with Macy should drive Stella insane. Plus, it wasn't like it was a real sacrifice or anything; Macy was hot. And as long as he kept her away from blunt objects, it should be fine.
When they reached the center of the dance floor, Joe put his hands on her waist, pulling her up against his body. The music was loud, but he could actually feel her gasp at the contact. At first, he thought maybe she was going to lose it and faint, but he smirked as she recovered and slid her hands up his chest and around his neck.
As they moved together to the pulsing beat, he was aware that Stella wasn't the only one watching the two of them with envy. Macy was a much better dancer than he had anticipated, and they moved well together. He could tell that most of the guys on the dance floor wished that they were in his place. It wasn't long before all thoughts of Stella and revenge were gone. He was just enjoying the music and the movement and Macy.
He watched her twist and sway, her brown hair swirling around her and her skin glistening with sweat, totally captivated by her. He had always thought of her as being innocent, but there was nothing innocent in her look as she pressed herself up against him and pulled his face down so that she could whisper in his ear.
"Thanks, Joe," she said huskily, making him shiver a little. "That was fun."
And then she let go of him, smiled and walked away leaving him alone on the dance floor with no idea what had just happened.
