She ran a brush lazily through her hair, sweeping it up its resting spot down her neck and on one of his old shirts. She had adorned herself with various bracelets and necklaces making the shirt look very out of place. He chuckled watching her examine her hair.
"You don't plan on wearing that, do you?" She shot him a glance, rolling her eyes good-naturedly.
"No, you moron," she pulled a shirt out, leaving him there. She threw his shirt across a chair as she came back, now wearing a black dress shirt, her neck half visible and the bottom buttons undone. She leaned over him, grabbing a leather coat. After putting in on she stood in front of him, her arms open.
"Better?" She questioned sarcastically.
"Much," he grinned, wrapping his arms around her. She smirked at him.
"Well, we're not getting far this way, are we?" She laughed as he leant in, kissing her cheek.
"By all means," he waved his hands in front of him, towards the door, "Ladies first." She rolled her eyes again, shoving a coat into his hands as she left.
They had walked into a bar; his arm was draped lazily over her. She had sent him off to a table, going to the bar herself. She came to him with two bottles, one half-empty, the contents of which swished about as she laid them upon the wooden table. He took the full one for himself, watching her down the last of hers through the corner of his eye.
"I'm going to go out for a little bit of dancing," she mused, in an almost lazy motion throwing her coat over his shoulder, "But don't let that stop you from finishing that wonderful drink I bought." She laughed, walking away before he could respond. He watched her retreating, shaking his head at her odd nerve.
He had watched her dance, her movements hypnotizing him. Her body swayed in perfect rhythm with the ear bursting music, which, he would come to realize, had been blocked almost completely from his mind. Even upon that realization he would come to another, the fact that there seemed to be no one else around her, as if she was dancing to nothing and as if nobody was watching. No one except him. She had become increasingly aware of his eyes following her motions and held a smirk to her features.
Rather suddenly, so much so that it had taken him a minute or so to respond, she had motioned him out. He had dimly become aware of the fact that the music had slowed; even to where one would not doubt its stop. She had leaned in to him, silently showing her sign of affection, dropping her arms about his neck, which also gave his hair a slight ruffle. She had chuckled at this, before completely letting the rhythm take over her body. Despite the fact that they were close (to close for most's comfort), he had found a position to which he could see her, though, he supposed, some of that as his mind's eye. Even so, he found he rather liked the image, the perfect motion he found entrancing. There was no doubt it his mind that he loved the way she moved. The slow music had caused her to have a hesitant yet smooth and flowing motion, and he loved it as much as the rapid, over-excited one.
"Not to interrupt anything that may be happening in that strange thing you seem to call your brain," her amused voice had taken him away from his image, "But I should think that my partner would move now and again. You don't even have to move the whole time, but do look as though you actually have that thing." She laughed as he stared blankly for a moment.
"Well, all right then," he murmured, as the music had suddenly sped its way up like a river reaching its rapids. Then he had taken off in swift movements, causing attention to be drawn to them rapidly. But, being quite caught up in the music, they had found themselves completely oblivious. At the end when they had realized it, though, they had simply smirked.
He, however, had only mimicked her look for the audience. And as she had sat down after grabbing another drink he found himself wishing for her back onto the dance floor. They way she moved had mesmerized him to the point at which he wanted nothing more than to watch her. It was a beautiful thing he couldn't explain.
"I really don't mind the attention," she started thoughtfully, "but I think I'd like for you to do something besides gawk." She playfully pulled him into his seat.
"I thought you had liked men gawking at you," he murmured just as playful, leaning back rather happy with himself.
"Oh, I do," she smirked, pulling herself into his lap, "But one such as yourself deserves more than just a face to look at, don't you think?" He grinned as she leaned in further towards him.
"I suppose I do," he replied, meeting her mid way. After breaking apart she grinned. It was a lazy grin, on that made you want to watch her.
"Now really," she joked, "I do believe you can also do better than that."
"You think?" He questioned, pulling her back for more. She laughed at the break away this time.
"That's more like it," she smirked yet again, taking a long swig of her drink. And despite that fact that she wasn't on the dance for he stared; he just couldn't help but love the way she moved.
This is one I started on my trip, but never had the urge to finish. Which is mainly because I have no idea who this is. When I started it was supposed to be OC, then I sort of got the feeling of Mark, go figure right? But I really started to think after that that it was Silk. Eh, it's a choice chapter. :3 I'm looking for some suggestions/requests!
On another note, I'm now 14, yes. :3
Kliona: Thank you so much! Eep, I'll miss you. The anchor of the team simply came from that bit when the Soviets score after knocking him down, I think. (I need to watch it again :3). Oh, and to your earlier note about the short guys, I completely agree! And I can't help but find it funny, being that Bah is so much taller than them, lol. Yuff, love!
Jenny: Thank you!
Christina: lol, thanks! And to your earlier note also, what sort of Brooks one? I have a lot of different ways to work with that. Anything in particular?
pierced-belly-button: Thank you! I've actually been thinking about starting one, I'll have to work with it though, I suppose. :3
darkdestiny2000: That's a good idea, I'll probably write it at some point :3 Thank ya!
Kristine: Thanks very much! Eh, I don't think I was really all that partial to a certain group. Though I may and just don't realize it. Yeah, I hope you did like that Jimmy one.
Emador: I hope the Dave one was all right with you. Thank ya!
I think that's it. oO;
Please R&R!
-Piper Brandybuck