warnings: either movie-verse or off in my own happy-ending au. slashy. FLUUUUUUUFFFFFF. allusions to giving weapons to a minor. a little singins and dancins. language: pg-13 (primetime tv plus one use each of f*** and g**damn).

pairing: Cougar/Jensen.

timeline: post-movie/post-comic by a couple of years (maybe a few months after Miracles?).

disclaimer: the Losers belong to DC/Vertigo.

notes: 1) stuff in italic is spanish (song lyrics, no less). thanks to MerianMoriarty on the translating (in reverse this time!). stuff in bold is emphasis. 2) the title is a reference to the mambo song Cougar's singing—the english version (which has way different lyrics) is called Sway. both versions are delightfully bluesy and soothing. 3) FYI, the mambo can be danced in a perfectly innocent fashion at arms' length; in fact, it's supposed to be danced that way, since it's supposed to be romantic instead of sexy. it's just a lot more fun to dance closer and slower (with completely inappropriate hand position). 4) a mazurka is a kind of traditional Polish dance. 5) of course Jensen's niece has a butterfly knife. probably got it as a Christmas present when she was about eight, knowing the Losers. 6) ahhh, Jensen and his one-sided conversations. 7) hurray for psychic sisters! my sister somehow always knows when i'm about to do something i shouldn't, and she snaps out "DAME!" (don't!) from the other room. for the first twelve years of my life, i tried playing innocent: "nandai?" (what?). and she'd come stomping into the room and point her finger at me and say "yoku shitteiru, gaki" (you know exactly what, brat).

spanish lyrics (taken from the song's refrain):
¿Quién será el que me quiere a mi?
¿Quién será? ¿Quién será?
¿Quién será el que me de su amor?
¿Quién será? ¿Quién será?

translation:
Who will be the one to love me?
Who will it be? Who will it be?
Who will be the one to give me his love?
Who will it be? Who will it be?

Sway

Jake Jensen often woke up in odd surroundings. It was part of the packaged deal that went with being able to sleep pretty much anywhere and through almost anything. Unless someone was actively talking to him (sometimes not even then), he could keep on sleeping while people moved equipment and furniture. More than once, the result had been that he'd been half-buried in the back of a truck or cargo plane.

This time, he woke up with most of his top half on the coffee table and the rest of him on the couch, tangled in blanket. He could smell fresh chocolate chip cookies. An old mambo tune was playing on Beth's beat-up little boombox, and his favorite voice in the world was softly singing along—and if his damn foot weren't falling asleep, he'd be perfectly content to stay put for another hour.

"You guys been remodeling in my sleep?" Jensen slurred, still unwilling to open his eyes.

His second-favorite voice giggled at him. "No, dummy. We needed the space. Uncle Carlos is teaching me how to mambo."

"Oh, that's nice."

Slowly, his brain caught up. His eyes snapped open, and he scrambled to his feet (he tripped over the coffee table, thanks to his numb foot) and pointed accusingly at the taller of the two blurs he could see.

"You! No teaching my sweet baby niece how to dance a sexy hold-me-closer dance! She gets mazurkas or line-dancing or something, some completely unsexy dance that involves a lot of space between her and those pervy little boys."

"Uncle Jake," Beth groaned. "I'm not even ten yet, you think I care about boys?"

"You don't? Good," he said, putting his hands on his hips. "Means we still have time to get you some mace and give you some more lessons with that butterfly knife."

She threw her hands up in the air. "Okay, I'm not dealing with him when he's stubborn like this. He's all yours. Call me when Mom's done with the cookies." And she stalked off to her room.

Jensen nodded in satisfaction. "Good. I think that went well, considering I have no idea what kind of faces she was making at me. But don't think I couldn't tell you were smirking at me the whole time! I can hear your smirks!"

Cougar just chuckled at him and drew him close, still dancing. "Quién será el que me quiere a mi…" he sang softly, smirk firmly in place.

"Oh, now you think you can win me over with the singing and dancing," Jensen snorted. "Like I haven't seen you pull this on about fifty chicks. Don't think I don't know what you're doing."

"…Quién será…"

"Because I know what you're doing. Yes. You're misinterpreting pseudo-parental proprietary concern as some weird form of jealousy. And you're taking advantage of my vulnerable state—stop laughing, you smug prick—seeing as I just woke up and have no idea where my glasses are, and don't think that the groping and the bedroom eyes and the charming grin are doing you any favors."

"…que me de su amor…Quién será…Quién será…"

Jensen had to admit that he was totally won over. Mambo made him melt, and Cougar singing made him melt, and he had no defense against the combined might of the two. "Okay, it's only working because of the singing. And the ass-squeezing. And maybe the bedroom eyes. Damn devious cats…"

Just as he was ducking in for a kiss, Holly's voice rang out from the kitchen. "You two better not be making out while I'm slaving away over a hot cookie oven!"

"Thanks for ruining the mood, sis," he retorted. "Those better be some fucking awesome cookies. And I'm still getting my goddamn good morning kiss."

"Watch your language, Jacob!"

He flew the bird in the vague direction of her voice while Cougar chuckled and kissed him.

.End.