If I owned it, I would be way, way less terrified of writing Spanish Buzz...
Translations:
Bella Dama - beautiful lady
Vaquero - cowboy
O, cielos - Oh, heavens...
Bella Dama
"What took you so long?"
The voice is anxious, feminine. Buzz Lightyear knows not what evil these creatures have escaped, but he can sense their fear as he backs toward the shelter they've taken refuge in, sweeping the area with his laser.
"Things got complicated." the vaquero responds. "Where's Potato Head?"
"We haven't seen him…"
Again, the feminine voice. The vaquero doesn't seem to be bothered by the person belonging to the voice, so the space ranger makes a mental note, adding yet another individual to the list of those deemed amigos. Soon, he promises himself, he'll find his lost space ship and return to the stars that he loves. For now he must guard the vaquero and his companions. He pivots on his heel, flourishing with his laser, and steps into the shelter where the vaquero and… and…
His mouth falls open. His eyes go wide.
O, cielos…
Standing with her back to him is the owner of the voice. She's tall. Slender. The half-light glows against her blouse, touches her broad red hat, lingers on her hair as she turns her face toward him. Her braid swishes over her shoulder like a plume of light from the sun, all fire and intensity! He tears his gaze away from her hair and encounters a pair of vivid green eyes. For a moment they are wide and anxious as she stares at him. But then her face relaxes and she smiles sweetly.
"Buzz…"
His name on her lips! She knows him somehow! The knowledge brings him to his knees in front of her. Frantically he searches his mind for memories of her, but what little he encounters is far from reassuring. He begins to be faintly aware that this bella dama is yet to be his, that somehow he's been cowardly and she's been left wanting. Buzz shudders in self-disgust. He gives up trying to remember, conscious only of the pleasure he feels now in looking at her, her brilliant hair and beguiling eyes, the smooth and curving outline of her figure. He's seen anything and everything in this universe but now… oh, now he knows he has seen nothing at all!
He seizes her hand. "Oh, my desert flower!"
Charmingly, she reacts with astonishment, blinking at him in confusion. His heart flips over. Can it be that she doesn't know her own beauty? Her innocence enchants him entirely, and it's only right that he begin pouring out his heart and desire in words that come so easily and fluidly that the part of Buzz Lightyear that is still trapped in his own subconscious listens in with a sort of awestruck satisfaction.
What took him so long, indeed!
I have a confession to make. Writing Spanish Buzz scared the wits out of me! I've been tinkering with him in another BuzzXJessie fic I'm working on (hint, hint, hint) and I like the way he's acting in that, but for some reason doing this scene made me anxious! In the end, I wanted to show that our Buzz is still in there somewhere, observing the way that Spanish Buzz flirts with Jessie.
And yes, Jessie's comment to Woody "What took you so long?" is precisely why I named this series of one-shots what I did! Just another example of me taking lines and flipping thier meaning around *smiles*
I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter, because I adored writing it! Woody/Jessie fluff is the best.
I'll see you guys again on Thursday! ~Owl
