Author's Notes: Hello, readers! To those who don't know, today is Imagi's birthday! *party blower noise* Whoo! Happy birthday. And, by an odd coincidence, it's also exactly one month until the birthday of The Kobold Necromancer. *party blower noise again* Whoo! And, since I like to write birthday fics for people I know, I've been trying to come up with something to do for them, and, since I'm kind of already drowning in other stories (my own fault there), I decided to combine these two events. And what's one thing that both of these awesome authors like?
If you read them, you probably already know the answer: Ezzy.
So, in honor of you guys, I present a collection of Izzy/Ezekiel one-shots (based on some prompts I got on a LiveJournal community), to be published randomly from now until The K.N.'s birthday October 3. Hope everyone enjoys, birthday girl and soon-to-be-boy especially! :-D
Chapter One
Dancing
Ezekiel hated to dance.
I mean, he was just so bad at it, eh? He just wasn't built for it. He was short and stocky, kind of awkward sometimes, with hands and feet that seemed too huge and awkward for the rest of his body. He wasn't graceful or particularly smooth on his feet. He wasn't too clumsy, most of the time, but dancing was an exception. There was no way he could do that without breaking something (like somebody's bone) and making himself look stupid all at the same time. He would much rather avoid the whole thing if he could.
But, as with so many other things, Izzy was the opposite.
"Ooh, Zeke, I love this song! Let's dance!"
"Aw, uh, I doon't knoo'---"
But of course, Izzy wouldn't take 'noo' for an answer; instead she jumped to her feet, pulled Ezekiel up by the arm and dragged him onto the dance floor.
"Agh! Izzy, let goo a' me! Come on, I---oof!"
She came to a sudden stop, and Ezekiel accidentally slammed into her. She took quick advantage of this, pulling him close and slippinh one of her small, dainty hands into his huge, beefy one, and positioned his other hand onto her waist before he had any time to object. She smiled at him.
"There, ya see? That ain't so bad, is it, Zekey-poo?"
"Well---um, uh---"
Izzy had slipped effortlessly into leading; Ezekiel had no choice but to either pull away and storm back to the table, or allow her to trap him. Well, at least it was one of those slow, close-together kind of dances, he thought; Izzy usually wanted to do those crazy, fly-around-the-room kind, (mostly, Ezekiel suspected, because it gave her an excuse to break things while making it look like an accident). Huddled close to his girlfriend, so close he was sure she could feel the rapid beating of his heart, at least he knew there was no chance of him breaking a window or something.
Though there was an increased chance of breaking something of Izzy's.
"Oof! You keep stepping on my feet, Zeke!"
"Uh---soo'ry, eh?"
"Oh, no, don't worry about it. I kind of like it, it keeps things exciting, you know? Unpredictable. Like, I don't know when you're gonna---ooh! See? This is fun!"
"Heh-heh…"
Ezekiel gave one of his nervous grin-grimaces. Izzy just smiled at rested her head on his shoulder. Ezekiel's smile faltered as his face began to turn pink.
"Hmm…isn't this lovely, Zekey-poo?"
"Uh…" He swallowed. "Yeah, eh?"
Without thinking he wrapped his arms tighter, pulling her closer; slowly his heart beat went back down and his hands stopped sweating. Without even trying his footwork became smoother, though not so much as to deprive Izzy of her toe-crushing amusement.
"Mmm…you're a great dancer, you know that Zeke?"
Ezekiel smiled and blushed again. "Thanks."
A/N: Next update...someday! (Hopefully after I manage to finally finish the new "Snakebite" chapter...)
And oh, this is my fiftieth story! :-D Neat.