A/N: I did this as a writing exercise on tumblr last year but I'm putting it here now because I'm going to attempt to expand it. Set before/around Season 1? Rated T for now but that could change. This is my first AU, be gentle.
He doesn't know how it happens but one minute he's at the bar about to get a drink and the next he's being dragged by his arm onto the dance floor by a tall woman with considerable strength. All he can see is short dark hair, a backless dress that takes all the air out of his lungs, and…beat up old sneakers? Ok, he's more than a little intrigued. He was desperate to find some inspiration, going so far as to Google the word which is how he found a club named just that, but he didn't expect it to grab him by the hand.
Once they're lost in the crowd, she spins around to face him but before he can get a good look at her they're cheek to cheek, bodies close but not quite touching. She angles his head, peering over his shoulder like she's hiding from someone.
"Uh…Hi?" He turns his head, looking over his own shoulder, trying to figure out where she came from or to get some clue as to what the hell is going on but her long fingers rasp against the stubble on his jaw, pulling his cheek back to hers before he can see anything.
Her breath skitters across his ear when she speaks, "Don't you dare look back. Just keep your eyes on me."
Goose bumps race down his neck at the sound of her voice. It's smoky and commanding and completely out of place in a public setting. And he wants to hear it again and again.
He can't help it when his palms automatically settle on the flair of her hips in that sinfully small dress, hands spanning almost the entirety of her waist causing his fingers to rest on the bare skin of her back, her muscles jumping at his touch. She leans back, presumably to give him a look but her eyes, the color elusive in the dim lighting, dart around the room before she focuses her attention on him, her plump red lip caught between her teeth.
Gorgeous.
She takes him in and her eyes go wide, an expression he can't read and shit - did he say that out loud? They both stand there frozen on the spot, staring at each other with their mouths hanging open until she snaps out of it, something drawing her focus towards the back of the club.
Keep his eyes on her. He can do that. He can definitely do – wait, is she talking to him or herself? Before he can ask she's touching her ear and ducking into his chest like she's shielding herself from view.
"Where the hell are you guys?!"
Realization dawns on him and he sucks in a breath. "Oh my God! Are you..." He jerks his head, remembers he's not supposed to look around. "Are you undercover?" he whispers as low as he can over the pounding beat, the glee in his voice unmistakable.
His imagination kicks into overdrive, coming up with all kinds of crazy scenarios to explain why an alluring woman with an earpiece is using him as cover all the while wearing shoes that look way too big.
"Shut up and dance with me!"
He wanted inspiration. Looks like it found him.
Comments/suggestions are always welcome. (Especially this time since I'm not totally sure where this is headed.)