Disclaimer: I don't own Kelly Rowland's music
Greens fic again. This is one of my own prompts, and I'm sure those who know this song will understand how this fic was so easily inspired by the prompt word.
COMMANDER
''Hey, everyone! I just got word that Buttercup is ready! How about some noise to get her out here, huh?''
The crowd, mostly populated by men, screamed and shouted in excitement.
A fast beat began to play, and the audience held their breath.
Dance
Dance
Dance
A long leg, clad in a thigh-length black leather boot stepped out onto the stage.
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Just before the music picked up to a faster beat, a second high-heeled boot swung past it, and a vision strutted confidently onto the stage.
I feel like the DJ is my body guard...
Butch swallowed harshly.
You see the way he keeps me safe, put the trouble in that bass
I feel free enough to party hard...
This dress won't go to waste, feels like I own the place, yeah...
Buttercup was frowning as she strode across the stage toward him, hips swinging with the beat of the music. As she walked the speakers blared loudly: ''BEAT 'EM, BEAT 'EM, BEAT 'EM ALL!''
Butch's throat was impossibly dry. His eyes helplessly followed the smooth skin of BC's hips and upper thighs. Those backstage had opted to dress Buttercup in boots that glued themselves to her calves and thighs, a tight, black spandex leotard that hugged her waist and cuddled her ass, leaving little to the imagination, and an open cut off dark green leather jacket. The collar was folded up around her neck and chin and the sleeves were rolled up over her elbows. Matching fingerless gloves graced her hands, finished with a black leather hat that slanted toward the right side of her head.
Her hair had been brushed out and straightened so it hung just passed her shoulders, and had a purposely shaggy look to it so it would appear she'd just come from fooling around.
You see the way these people stare, watching how I fling my hair...
At this, Buttercup stopped and made a sharp turn, letting her hair swing over one shoulder and stood directly above of him.
I'm a dance floor lover~!
Baby, there's no other
Who do it like I do it, yeah!
She squatted down infront of him, her expression softening to allow a small smirk to form on her lips when his gaze shifted to her leotard clad chest, which he was currently eye level with. Her smirk lengthened into a sultry smile as the chorus began.
FROM HEEEEERE ON OUT
I'LL BE YOUR COMMANDEEEER!
She let herself fall to her knees, spreading her legs out for leverage and rolling her eyes at the hoots and hollers she was receiving from the crowd.
She leaned in forward so she was almost nose to nose with him, and Butch couldn't help but grin as he looked her up and down.
NO FEEEEEAR!
NO DOUBT!
I PROVIDE THE ANSWEEEEER!
She shoved her hands roughly through his spike locks, running her fingers over his scalp and down the back of his head to rest comfortably behind his neck. She scooted forward, pressing her chest to his as she allowed him to hold her up since she was leaning halfway off the stage.
She began to let her hips sway to the music again in her partial sitting position, and rocked Butch along with her.
Right now I command you too...
Buttercup grinned viciously, gripping his shoulders and swinging him upwards. Though surprised, Butch went with it and did a quick front flip before landing on the the stage. Many cheers came from the audience he'd nearly forgotten about.
He turned to Buttercup and his mouth fell open, heat rising to his cheeks.
DAAAAAAAAANCE!
And dance his little vixen did, and quite sexily, too. There was lots of leg movement as she twisted around him, her shoulders angling in just the right way. There were many fleeting touches as well. She would lightly tap his shoulder, smooth a hand over his cheek, or gently brush her hip against his own.
Through it all, her dancing emerald eyes never once left his face.
I'LL BE YOUR COMMANDER!
I'LL BE YOUR COMMANDER!
I hope this was better than the last one. I've been in the mood for this kind of writing ever since 'Jealousy.'
And thank you everyone who reviewed! They're real motivators for me to get on this computer every day and strain my brain for more creativity.