Disclaimer:I do not own Human Target. At All. If I did, they'd still be playing the damn show and I'd have changed up some things here and there ^^ I do, however, own any new characters that pop up in my stories... And my imagination when it lets me rule it.

Authoress Note:These are just basically a bunch of one-shots and ideas that come to my mind. I am doing this for the couple that has taken a place in my top five fav couples for this fandom, so yes these will all be about a single pairing. Please enjoy~

Extra Note: My parents took dance classes for awhile last summer and it was funny watching them break out into dances sometimes.

Shall We

"What are you watching?"

Ames looked away from the TV, glancing behind her to find Chance looking at the screen, his head tilted, standing in only in sweats and a tank-top. She liked this look on him. Suits looked good on him, sure. But that relaxed and at home look suited him more. He seemed like he loosened up when he was in his grungy look.

"Just some recaps of Dancing with the Stars," she answered, turning back to the TV as Chance padded over to stand behind her to her right. She could see him out of the corner of her eye as on the screen they counted down to last seasons winner, Hines Ward. "Ah hey. He plays for the Stealers," Chance exclaimed, sounding surprised. Ames smiled as she nodded. "Yeah they've had all kinds of sports players on the show. It's totally cool."

Chance climbed over the back of the couch and sat down beside her, laying back as he watched the screen. Ames found herself slightly amused and surprised. Most guys she knew would bitch and moan about a girl watching this show when they could watch NCIS or football or something else. She liked this show. Granted she didn't follow it religiously, but occasionally she did find time to catch up and get back into it.

"You like dancing?" The question caught Ames off guard. They'd been sitting quietly for a few minutes now and she hadn't expected him to say anything so soon. "Yeah. I use to do ballet," Ames smiled as she recalled a short time in her life when she'd had a nice home and had taken many dance lessons. "Was even in a production of Swan Lake once. Was pretty cool."

Chance looked at her thoughtfully before looking at the screen then at her before getting to his feet. Ames furrowed her brow as he ran around the couch and upstairs. She could hear him shuffling around upstairs a little, before he was back downstairs, holding two CD's in his hand. She stared as he walked by the TV and turned it off before walking to his radio and opening it up and placing the CD's inside.

He messed around with the buttons before hitting play. Ames almost laughed as a salsa step started to play, only for it to catch in her throat as Chance removed his shirt and waved for her to stand up. Numbly she did so and gave him a puzzled look, which is quickly replaced with surprise as he drew her towards him and without warning, began to move them both to the music.

She stumbled at first, caught in surprise by the sudden dancing. But she was able to catch herself and move with him easily, their bodies pressed firmly together. A salsa dance was sensual, required a trust of your partner, and a lot of closeness and hip movement. Ames hadn't ever been this close and personal with Chance before. Salsa dancing usually required practice and a gradual learning of trust, but... But here she was, her body dipping and hips twisting and body pressed to his... And they'd never practice together... It was just... Easy. She trusted him. She had since the day he saved Brody's life two years ago. And he... He trusted her. The evidence was here in their dancing together.

Ames smiled and with more force and pep she pushed on to move and twist and jump, a light sheet of sweat covering both of them as the music came to an end and they pulled close together. Chance's hand was on her waist while the other was in the air with hers as he dipped her slightly and she curled her leg up his side and they froze, panting softly and grinning.

As the track changed to the next song – a Mambo – Ames gripped his hand as he readied to release. He looked at her face with a raised brow, as she raised a brow as well. It was a silent question, and she hoped he could read it.

Chance smiled slowly as he removed his hand from her waist and took both hands firmly before he started to move, Ames happily following his steps as they danced on.

R & R Plz~

OK So yes I've jumped to ChAmes ship. I blame cedricsowner . Anyway these will be practice for me, cause I've not written these two together for longer than a short short scene, and so these may not be that great. But Imma try :]

Also yes I'm still working on "Princess and an Assassin" I promise. The last two chapters will be up ASAP.