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This chapter was beta'd by Ditte. She really came through for me with this chapter. She helped a lot with some plot issues, I had. *Waves at Ditte*
LiLi82 preread this. She really pretties up the whole thing with just a few touches! She's awesome for doing this for someone, she's never met! *Sends an air-smooch across the North Sea*
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Chapter twelve. Slow dancing
Slow dancing: A free-form type of social dancing to slow ballad or blues music. Slow dancing has no pre-determined basic steps or stylistic interpretation, although it is typically characterized by a compact dance hold or even a full embrace, with dancers swaying back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm.
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EPOV
The server at the Bistro Amore is quick and professional and I make sure to tip her generously. Then we get to sneak out so my dance partner and my agent - on a date together in this very restaurant - don't see us.
I don't let Bella out of the booth before I've stuck my head out and assessed that the coast is clear. Kate and Garrett are in their own little world - undoubtedly surrounded by pink clouds and little fat babies with wings. Then I grab Bella's hand and we stealthily run out the door and into the gentle night air.
We're laughing at our own Mission Impossible moves as Bella's adding the theme song for MI. "Dun dun duduh, dun dun duduh..."
I grab her around the waist so we can get out of their eye line through the window. This is where my hand is supposed to stay, so I let it as we start walking down the street. There are still people around. It's not late yet.
"Where to?" she asks.
"The pier? It's only five blocks away, I think."
"Okay."
We start walking and my hand feels like it's home.
"Um, did I hear you say 'Frak' when I came to pick you up?" I start, just to say something.
"You heard that, huh?" she quietly replies.
"So, you're a Battlestar Galactica fan?"
"Sure. Emmett and I had a few years where we saw a few episodes a day right after each DVD release. Emmett liked all the cylon babes and I just thought it was scary as hell."
"Easily scared, are you?" I could just see it. Bella hiding underneath a blanket and me holding her as we watch a scary movie at home. Better do some research.
"Not that easily, no. Mass murderers and birds and ghosts are just funny." She huffs.
"Jaws?" I have to find something.
"Not likely. They were not that well made."
"Aliens?" Those freaked me out.
"Disgusting, and a little scary, yes," she admits.
"Vampires, werewolves, witches?" clutching at straws here.
"Hot!"
"Hot?" What?
"Come on, Edward, you've read those Harris books. Vampires are the new black. And hot!" she giggles.
Oh, right. Duly noted. I stop guessing and just ask. "What was the scariest movie you ever saw?"
"The scariest I ever finished or the one that scared me so much, I walked out of the movie theater?"
"Really? You walked out? Which movie?"
"Uhm, that one with Milla Jovovich..."
"Fifth Element?" Was that scary?
"No... I like that movie!"
"The Messenger?"
"No..."
"Zoolander!"
She laughs. "No. That was scary for other reasons. And really funny! You know a lot of movies!"
"It's my trade," I tell her in a 'well, duh' kind of tone.
"Shit, sorry! Of course it is!"
"Come on! Tell me which movie you walked out on! I promise, I won't use it against you!" - much. If I can use it to get her to cuddle in for safety, I'm not above doing that.
"Shit! Okay, but only because you paid for dinner. It was Resident Evil. I walked out on Resident Evil." She rolls her eyes as she says it.
I have to think about this. "Which one? There are like three or four of them..."
"The first one. I rarely make the same mistake more than once."
I finally catch on. "Zombies! You're afraid of zombies?" Don't laugh, don't laugh. Don't laugh! I laugh.
And receive a tiny, but very efficient fist punch in my upper arm. "Ow! Okay, sorry! I'm just surprised."
"Yes, zombies freak me out. They look like people. They used to be people and now some poor guy or girl has to shoot someone they used to know because they've become flesh-eating undead. It's sad and gross and I hate it."
"So Resident Evil was the scariest movie you ever saw?"
"No," she says with the same 'duh'-tone that I used earlier. "I didn't see most of that movie. As soon as there were those crates and that frozen hand in it, I was out of my seat, cussing at Jasper for tricking me into seeing it and I left with my hand shielding my eyes from the screen."
"But... didn't you know? That it was about zombies?"
"No, I thought it would be something like Cube with the intelligent building being the villain, not some frakking zombies!"
"Bella?"
"What?" She sounds really annoyed. It's hot and cute, so I keep going.
"What is the scariest movie, you ever saw?"
Silence. Then some more silence. No cursing or yelling or rudeness. Shit, maybe I went too far.
She sighs. "Fine. The scariest movie I have ever seen was I am Legend. It freaked me out. Emmett, Rose and I saw it at home and I ended up hiding behind Rose the entire time and I have been afraid of the dark ever since."
"So, you don't watch any zombie movies? Not even the funny ones?"
"Nope!" she pops the P with those lips of hers.
"Wow."
"Yeah."
We walk the next seventeen steps in silence. Then her entire body jerks and she scrambles in front of me to get to the window of the comic book store that we're just passing.
"Wow, Swan, you're an even bigger nerd than I thought.
"It's 'geek', thank you very much, and look!"
"What?" I scan the display of comic books, illustrated novels, Marvel merchandise and other gadgets, but can't figure out what has Bella so excited.
"Look, look, look! In the back! Zombies!" She's actually bouncing. Why is she bouncing and looking all sorts of excited about zombies all of a sudden? I'm baffled and just look at her in disbelief.
She abruptly grabs my chin and tries to turn my head towards what I'm supposed to be looking at.
And there it is. In the back of the store, like she said. Now I'm getting excited too. Her hand is still grabbing my jaw and that helps with the excitement, I have to admit.
"Waauuw!" I feel like a kid again. "House of the Dead!" There it is - the big brown arcade game cabinet with its deep set screen and two plastic pistols with the fat cables attached.
"I know, right?" she lets go of my face to resume the bouncing.
"I used to play that all the time with my best friend. I spent all my lawn mowing money on it."
"Me too, me too!" now she's clapping as well. "Are they open? Can we go play?"
"I think they are. But Bella? What about... You know, that it's a game about shooting zombies, don't you?"
"So?" she looks at me in honest confusion.
I mirror the pose and say, "Didn't we JUST have a long conversation about you being freaked out by zombies?"
Her smile is indulgent. "Oh, Edward. I'm a girl. I don't have to be consistent. Let's go play!"
~o~
Back in the nineties, I used to be a pretty bad-ass Thomas Rogan, and shot plenty of zombies and other undead things. But Bella is giving me a beating score-wise.
I have an excuse. Bella is magnificent with a blue plastic gun. She has kicked off her shoes and is vibrating with energy. When she shoots, she unconsciously strikes quite the pose. Her legs are slightly bent, her back is straight and she uses both her arms to hold the gun steady. From right beside her, she looks like one of the Charlie's Angels. I'm so mesmerized half the time, that I forget to kill any undead and just gawk at the brown-eyed vision by my side instead. I'm so hot for her, my brain is buzzing. My fingers are twitching to touch her and I can picture myself going caveman on her and just throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of here, to do some very primal things for a very long time.
I tell her to do a round on her own, because I feel off my game and then I just watch her for a while. So, here we are. Instead of a romantic walk by the beach, we're hunting zombies in a haunted house and I'm sitting on a somewhat sticky, threadbare carpet in a comic book store. I can't remove my grin. This is so typical Bella - us - that I just have to chuckle.
"What?" she asks as she quickly looks at me before returning to the game.
"Nothing, just..."
"What? Tell me!" she yells over the fray of the game, shooting. I'm about to reply when a cry of triumph from the little pistoleer drowns out any sound I make.
"Later! I'll tell you later!" I laugh-yell.
"Okay! Die, die, yeah!" she yells back with a thrilled grin on her face.
It takes a few minutes for me to pull myself away from my favourite entertainment to go get some sodas, but I manage after a few minutes. Bella's cheeks are pink and her eyes are bright and as enticing as they are, they also remind me how thirsty she must be getting. On my way to the vending machine, I notice a young couple behind one of the Spiderman displays. They are eyeing Bella and the girl jumps when she sees me watching her. She's got her phone in her hand and her boyfriend is taking a picture of Bella with his.
Shit. Fun is over for now. I fear that they must be calling, tweeting or facebooking our picture and location. It probably won't be long before more people show up and then the paparazzi. Time to go.
When I return with refreshments she's finishing her fight with The Hanged Man with many curses. She's losing, it seems.
"Shit!" She forcefully sets the blue gun back into its holder with an audible thwack.
"That's too bad, babe, you were doing so well!" I offer her the can as a consolation prize.
She takes the can, but does a double-take looking back at my face from the can, frowning slightly. Then she shakes her head slightly and pops the soda open.
"I'm afraid we're getting noticed," I nod towards the young people studying us through their camera phones.
"Too bad, I was having such a great time. Well, before that stupid bat-thingy got me!" she scowls.
"I noticed! You're a screamer when you get excited!" I grin, pun completely intended.
Ah, my friend The Blush is back on her cheeks. Mission accomplished.
"Let's just go back to your car, you bastard!" And there's my annoying acquaintance The Tiny Fist, visiting my upper arm again. Ow!
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We manage to get to the car without further incident. As a precaution I put on dark glasses and a woolly hat from my jacket pocket. The fact that I brought these items for a date has Bella in a fit of giggles. I try to tell her that of course I knew that we would be playing spies in a comic book store and therefore need disguises. She laughs loudly and wipes tears from her eyes. The laughing and walking at the same time has her stumbling, naturally, so I grab her hand for the main part of the walk. We are not discreet. I love it.
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When someone wants to say something, but doesn't, you can hear it. It begins with the great inhale of air, but then they stop. No exhale, no words. Then the quiet, tense exhale and a little while later another great inhale.
After three encores of these sounds coming from my date beside me in the car, I crack.
"Just say it, Bella. Something's on your mind and it wants to come out." I smile encouragingly and hope that she trusts me. I studiously keep my eyes on the road. No need to make her even more hesitant. My peripheral vision, on the other hand, tells me that she is looking straight at me, trying to see - I don't know what.
After another great inhale and another silence that almost has me laughing out loud, she says, "Well, here's my dilemma..." There's a very quiet curse directed at the passenger door window. Maybe a way to gather some courage? I'm intrigued now. So I tell her.
"This is fascinating! Why are you so nervous all of a sudden, Bella?"
There's a gasp. Her nerves are making me feel three kinds of cocky.
This spurs on a reaction. No more pauses. She quickly replies in a sharp voice, "I don't do - uhm - anything on a first date. This is a first date and considering our history, there's been very little groping. Not any, actually. And besides the kiss in the doorway, there's not been any of that either." She's talking really fast, but loses some of her steam at the end of this little rant. Right after the word 'kiss', actually. After 'kiss' her words get really breathy.
So, she's thinking about what's going to happen, now that the date is winding down.
"So, you still think of tonight as our first date?" I hedge.
"Yes!"
"I think of our first date as being a blind date set up by Kate the first time we were at the Bistro. The day we danced together was our second date and this Monday, when we sang together was our third." Great big, brown eyes are staring at me from my peripheral vision. I'm still very consciously not looking directly at her. "Tonight is our fourth date, as I see it." I nod to empathize. Then I look at her. No joking smiles, no cockiness.
Looking back on traffic ahead I continue, "But if you are uncomfortable because this is your first date, then I completely understand. If we finish this evening with a handshake by your front door, I'll still think of tonight as one of the best dates I've ever been on."
As we drive in silence for a little while, I can't hold back my grin. I just called all in, and she's trying to see if I'm bluffing. So no poker face here.
Eleven heartbeats later (I counted), when she asks me to come inside for a cup of coffee, her voice is quiet, but unwavering.
"Or we could have a nightcap instead, but then you'd have to spend the night. I'm very much against drinking and driving!"
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Inside her house, after she very decidedly locks the door after us, there's a looong awkward pause. For the rest of the drive and when we reached her house, she seemed inflated with determination, telling me to 'come on in' when I stopped the engine and pulling me by the hand up to her door. Now, all that determined air has left her and she's back to sweet, awkward Bella.
"Bella?"
"Yes?"
"Can I have another kiss in your doorway? I really enjoyed our last one."
"Well, if you mu- hmgh!"
Okay, so I'm a little eager to lock lips with that awe-inspiring, pseudo-filthy little mouth of hers. It's a sweet, sweet spot to go to. Literally. Her lips are soft, her tongue - there it is - is soft, wet and, yes, sweet. I back her up against the wall in her front hall, it's just something I have to do whenever I get to kiss her. We've developed a pattern. I tend to kiss her against walls, cars, doors, you name it, and she almost instantly puts her hands in my hair. This time she fists it and pulls with persuasion and I'm so turned on by it that I have to grab for her hip and then hitch her leg up and maybe do a little grinding against her. From awkward to hot in .2 seconds. Also of pattern of ours.
We end our heated kiss with a great big 'smack'. This has us both laughing.
"So..." she says. I let go of her leg, but can't really back off yet. So I explore her neck and her scent with my nose and with tiny kisses. "Mmmm..." she sighs. I think she's still trying to say something, but this sound just spurs me on. Maybe a little ear nibbling will help loosen her tongue. Nope, just her shoulders and a great big sigh. I kiss her neck some more, but that just makes her start and giggle. So I let up and lean back up to look at her.
"So..." she tries again.
"Yeah, you said that," I can't help but smirk.
"Jerk!" she scolds and laughs. "So which is it? Coffee or something stronger?"
"Really? Are you sure?" I have to make sure.
"Yeah. Stay. If you want..." She bites her lip. Oh, the lip. I gently tug it from her teeth and rub it with my thumb. She's so delicate. My palm and fingers cover her cheek and ear, all the way to her hairline.
"I want," I say, "I'd love to. You do know, that tomorrow's a Thursday?"
"Yes. So?"
"So we both have to work all day. Kate would kill me if I show up tired and with wrinkled clothes and sexhair."
"I'll set my alarm, and Edward? You always have wrinkled clothes and a head full of sexhair," she laughs, ducks under my arm and moves toward the kitchen. "I have beer, wine and Scotch."
"What are you having?" I follow her inside.
"I'm having my guilty little pleasure: a Gin and Tonic." She lick her lips.
"Wow, how old-school!" I'm surprised. "I would have taken you for a beer-woman."
"I love beer. But after a great dinner like tonight, I go for something tart. With a bite."
"I'm game. Let me try one of those." I lean on a counter and watch her get the blue gin bottle from a kitchen cabinet and two glasses from another. No bar or liqueur-cabinet. Just three or four bottles in her kitchen. It feels homey and unpretentious. Very Bella. There just is no facade. Two lumps of ice in each glass and then the liquid.
"Living room?" she asks me with a drink in each hand.
"Sure," I say, but I don't really move although I'm in her way. She moves toward me with a shy smile and offers me one of the glasses. I don't take it. Instead I take advantage of her occupied hands and move in for a smooch. She lets me kiss her for a few moments, but then says between kisses, "I don't want to spill these down your back..." I can feel the two cold points from the glasses pressed into my back, so I give her one final kiss and then let her pass, deftly grabbing one of the drinks from her hand as she moves.
She plants herself in a big, camel, new-looking couch with an old-looking quilt folded over one end of the monstrosity. "So, how ready are you and Kate for the next show? Two dances, huh?"
I join her, making sure to sit right next to her, as close as one could sit with only conversation taking place. Any closer and it would classify as crowding or even straddling (Oh, but the visual). She points a remote at her stereo and some music starts playing.
"As ready as we can be before trying our routines on the actual floor and with the band playing live. You always change the timing or the mood of it a little during the last couple of days," I answer her question.
"Which one do you like best? The Harry Potter one or the Björk?"
"You mean, the Waltz or the Tango?"
"Kate has trained you well, dance-man" she sniggers. Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want.
"The Waltz is crazy hard work! Kate has come up with this choreography where I lift her more than twelve time, I think. My arms are falling off before it's over!" She laughs. "And all the twirling! I get queasy almost at once!" She laughs harder.
"Enjoying my pain, Miss Swan?" I poke her lightly in the ribs.
"Only when it's entertaining," she laughs with a nod.
"Well, then, here's to my pain!" I raise my G&T. We clink glasses and sip. It is tart, but nice after our big meal. She was right about that.
"So, you prefer the Tango of the two?" she asks again.
"Yes. I love it. Learning the Tango has been so different from the other dances. I feel like a completely different person when we dance it! All temper and passion and Latino!" I puff out my chest to show what I mean. Maybe I even throw in a little Spanish accent as well. My inner Antonio Banderas is breaching the surface. Bella slowly breaks into this warm, sensuous smile. Smouldering brown eyes, hello!
"Do jou laike my Latino lover accent, Señorita Swan? Is it seexy to jou?" I give her my best Antonio and an over-the-top pout after sensing a weakness for the Latin act.
"No?" she squeaks with very big eyes staring at me. I don't think she meant for it to sound like a question.
"No? Orrr maybe 'si'?" I waggle my eyebrows and grin.
"Stop that!" she slaps my shoulder lightly. "I think Regular Edward is plenty sexy..."
"You do?" I give up all acts and just stare at her.
"Jeez!" she blushes profusely and slaps both hands in front of her face.
Wow. I pause and just look at the back of her hands. Her blush is visible on her neck and all the way down her neckline. I take a giant sip of G&T and try to think of a way to ease her embarrassment.
"Bella?"
"Yes?" she says in a muffled voice from behind her hands.
I gently hold both her wrists and try to tug her hands from her face. "I think you're fuckhot, too." I tug again, but she doesn't budge. "Since the first night at the Bistro and at the ER." I tug again and this time she moves her hands, so I can see her eyes. "And even before that, I thought you had the sexiest voice I had ever heard. I still think that."
She looks at me and the rest of her face appears.
"You're blushing," she tells me.
"I am?" I ask and then I can feel the heat in my cheeks. "Well, we're on an even field, now, aren't we?"
She kisses me this time. And moves closer on the couch. In order for us to both fit so closely, she just scoots up and puts one leg over my bended knee. I could get used to this.
"You are actually cute when you blush, you know," she smiles as she breaks the kiss.
Refusing to reply to that, I just go in for another kiss. And another. It's fairly heated and such a turn-on. But it doesn't escalate. There's tongue and nibbling, sucking and gentle biting. Hands are all over shoulders, necks, arms, faces and hair. This is a proper make out-session, I realize.
After a while we slow down again and end up with just smiling and eye contact. I feel like an enamoured teen again - albeit a very horny one. So, a real teenage boy then.
For a while we just sit here on her couch with our heads leaning toward each other and the back of the couch and I notice the music. "Tina Dico?" I ask with a nod towards the speakers.
"Yeah," she sighs, "Kate is rubbing off on me too."
Let's go dancing
Waltz around the rumour mill
In your faded dress
With the daffodils
Once your name was but a whisper
A simple wish upon my tongue
And staring at your shadow
Was like staring at the sun
"It's getting really late," she tells me.
"It is..." I agree.
We don't move from our relaxed but intense face-off.
She frowns a little. "Can I ask you something, and please don't take it the wrong way?"
"I'll try not to..."
"Well, I thought you were ... a player..." she hesitates. "I mean, skilled in the whole seduction-thing..." she vaguely gestures an arm to show what she means.
I think hard for at beat. My reputation is tripping me up again.
"Is that your own impression or just what you heard?"
"Well, except for just now with the Antonio act, you don't give a very Don Juan vibe, no."
"So, you need to hear if the rumours are true?"
"Yeah, pretty much." She looks down at her hands as she says this.
"Bella, I'm not a womanizer. I don't play the field." I pause. This is hard to explain. "I mean, there have been hook-ups and getting drunk and waking up in a strange bed. I used to party a little too hard, a little too often. I guess that's where all the rumours come from. I think , I always looked at it as fooling around, not making conquests. I never pursued anyone. Well, never until now..." I flash her a crooked smile.
She looks at me, trying not to return the smile. She fails beautifully.
"So, no smooth Edward Cullen moves tonight?" she asks, still smiling.
"Oh, I've got moves, babe!" I can feel the full-on grin now, relieved that the heavy talk seems to be winding down.
"Oh, really?" she laughs, "wanna show me one?"
"You bet!" I say. I sit up a little straighter and rub my palms together. Then I lift my left arm, which is the free one from my sideways perch on her sofa. I look meaningfully from my cupped hand to her eyes and back again, to show her that she should pay attention to the hand, now high in the air between us. Then I slowly and deliberately move the hand in an elegant arch to deftly cup her right boob. Then I lift my eyebrows and await her response.
Her laugh is loud and surprised. Eyes first widened, then crinkled and shining with joy. "Nice one!"
"I know!"
Her continued laughter is making her chest move and giving me great feels of her soft breast, alternating how much pressure there is between my lucky hand and her warmness.
As our laughter dies down, I move in for another kiss and my hand moves slowly to her side. She squirms. I break our kiss to look at her. Then I move my hand again and she squeaks. I stop moving my hand with a smirk.
"Please don't be a tickler!" she scowls. "I hate that!"
"Duly noted," I nod.
She yawns.
"You need to sleep," I tell her.
"So do you," she informs me. Then she gets up, grabs my hand and pulls me from the living room to the bedroom. It's very Bella, this room. Soft, warm and inviting. No nick-knacks but a few framed photos on the walls. The bed is queen size, not huge. This could get cosy. She speculates aloud about some sleep clothes for me, but I'm fine with boxers and my t-shirt.
She leaves me to look at the photos while she does whatever she does in the bathroom. When she comes back (wearing shorts and a tank top, looking delicious) I nod at one of the pictures. "The band?"
She comes closer to look for herself. "Yeah. That was when we were still discussing the name of the band and whether or not we should include this guy, who was decent on the keyboards. It didn't work out. Jasper caught him trying to feel me up at Junior Prom, and that was the end of it for him. Jasper is always the stand-in big brother."
She hands me a new toothbrush, still in its wrapper. "Sorry about the pink colour."
I do my business in her bathroom. It smells of flowers and berries in there, just like her.
She seems very nervous as we settle in for the night. I ask more questions about the pictures and each of them seem to have some history or funny anecdote. She relaxes and cuddles and soon we're both dozing off. She surrenders to sleep first and I laugh without noise or movement at the sound of her light snoring. As all her sounds are, it's cute.
~o~
Two things wake me.
Giggling and squirming. Soft giggling and squirming from someone equally soft and very warm who smells delicious.
Two other things surprise me.
The reason soft, delicious Bella is squirming is because I'm cuddling her body to the point of squashing. I presume the reason she's giggling is because I'm pressing my very solid morning-wood against her ass.
It's the cuddling and the poking that are so surprising to me. I don't usually cuddle. Never really felt the need for sharing close space with someone when I'm sleeping. My morning-Eddie is usually manageable. Just a sleepy semi to point me toward the bathroom. And then he leaves. This morning my boxer-status is strained and bursting at the seams. I'm more aroused than I've been for a very long time.
Now Bella is wiggling her ass against me.
"Unghf, hrrm." I state with a voice full of gravel. "Stop that!"
This has her laughing full-on. "That's not what you said earlier."
"What!" I manage a word through gravel and roll off her so I can see her face. Well, her back is to me, so it's more like trying to catch her expression from watching her ear and cheekbone. Those look absolutely smug, by the way.
"You talk in your sleep, Edward," she giggles again.
"I do not!" I sound as flabbergasted as I feel.
"You do too!" she laughs. "You said 'Yes, harder!'" She lowers her voice and makes it breathier as she quotes me. That is funny, embarrassing and arousing, like so many things with Bella.
"Shit! I did? Well, that's embarrassing and inappropriate." And completely involuntarily my pelvis thrusts forward and grinds my hard-on against her ass. She gasps and laughs.
"We need to stop this. It's probably time to get up soon, anyway." I try to sound responsible and not at all disappointed. I fail. I nibble that expressive earlobe.
She turns toward me completely after turning on her bed lamp. "Edward?"
"Mhm..?"
"I made up my mind about the first date definition."
"Yeah?"
"It was definitely a first date. And now it's the day after." That slow, warm smile, that I like so much, makes an appearance.
"It is." I get my hopes inflated and little Eddie follows suit.
"I have condoms in that drawer," she nods at her bed side table.
~o~
It is sweet and really slow at first. I love the taste of Bella's nipples. And other parts of her as well.
~oOo~
Thanks for reading. There will be lemony moments in Chapter Thirteen.
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References (there are many):
Let's Go Dancing by Tina Dico and Teitur.
Mission: Impossible (Paramount Pictures, 1988-90; TV-show, 1996; first movie) has a very recognisable theme by Lalo Schifrin. If you don't recall, there's a link for it on the playlist in my profile.
Battlestar Galactica (Universal, 2004-2009) - a very thrilling TV-series. Fantasy and science fiction. Very geeky stuff. They say 'frak' a lot. Go see!
Jaws. Really? You need the reference for that? Go google it yourself! (Or imdb... That's what I usually do)
Aliens. See under Jaws.
Charlaine Harris wrote all the Sookie Stackhouse books (sometimes called the Southern Vampire Mystery books) that are the base/inspiration for the True Blood TV-series (HBO, 2009-11). In this fic, there is not (yet) such a TV-series.
The Fifth Element (Gaumont, 1997). Luc Besson, Bruce Willis, Gary Oldman, Milla Jovovich. Need I say more? If you haven't seen, go do!
The Messenger: The Joan of Arc Story (Gaumont, 1999). Luc Besson, Milla Jovovich. No Willis or Oldman, but a brutal John Malcovich. Not a must-see, but okay...
Zoolander (Paramount Pictures and Village Roadshow Pictures, 2001). Ben Stiller, Owen Wilson and an ugly Milla Jovovich (make up). SO funny. But you have to be in the right mindframe for it. Some hate it, some love it. "It's a walk-off!", "Really, really, really, really, ridiculously good looking" and other everlasting quotes are from this fantabulous movie. Alexander Skarsgaard shows his beautiful self in it!
Resident Evil (Impact Pictures ., 2002). First of four zombie movies. Haven't seen any of them.
Cube (Cube Libre, 1997). Really scary, horror meets existencialism, way ahead of its time. See it, if you dare.
I am Legend (Warner Bros. Pictures, Village Roadshow Pictures, 2007). Will Smith is the last human in NY and has to survive some sunlight-allergic not-human-any-more flesh-eating creatures. Scary shit right there.
The House of the Dead, arcade game (Sega, 1997). It's a light gun shooter game. You're a human running through a haunted house shooting zombies. You can google it for a picture and wiki it for a detailed description. There are youTube videos of the game itself.
Marvel. The comic magazine publishing company that almost all superheroes spring from. Now, also most superhero-movies.
I'm going to bed now. If I dare after reminiscing and researching all these great and scary movies! Goodnight my sweethearts!