Shake it Bake it Booty Quake it

I see you bumpin' up and down
Wakin' up my city street
Boys be droppin' to the ground
Worship you at your feet.
They be callin, Let it loose
Come on baby, Rock the caboose
Rugged cotton stretched to the seams
Come on baby, show me them jeans

Shake it! Bake it! Booty Quake it!
Roll it around! (Don't fake it)
Shake it! Bake it! Booty Quake it!
Roll it around! (Don't fake it)
Shake it! Bake it! Booty Quake it!
Roll it around! Alright!
Shake it! Bake it! Booty Quake it! Roll it around!

-Shake It Bake It Booty Quake It - Sym-Bionic Titan

/watch?v=U008nGT0eww

In a previous life, Tooth must have done something horrible.

It was the only explanation for this torture.

She hovered a few feet away from Jack, knowing she should say something, let him know she was here and yet finding her mouth sealed as effectively as if she had been gagged.

Despite knowing he was blameless, she silently cursed North and his inclination to have another party, smaller this time than the party celebrating Jack's initiation into the Guardians. Mainly he had invited spirits they had once been friends with, who they had begun to ignore though their devotion to their duties.

Sometimes, with enough care and apologies, friendships severed through neglect could be renewed.

Add in, North was hoping they would befriend Jack as the Guardians had. It wasn't right that Jack felt he had so few friends. A fan club didn't count when you needed a friend and didn't even know it existed.

Which led to her current predicament. Jack was taking care of the music, on a small sound system the ever efficient (and much put upon) Phil had dug up for them, to give him a chance to hide and recharge without retreating to the rafters.

She'd just wanted to ask a question, but had stopped short when she'd gotten a good view of Jack.

He was bent over the box of CDs Phil had dredged up from somewhere, and he was swaying in place, dancing to the music over the speakers even as he flipped through the box, those indecently tight pants of his pulled even tighter over his rump as he shimmied in time to the music.

Every bit of manners and etiquette she'd had drummed into her head over the years, every instinct that said she needed to look away, were drowned out by her sheer inability to tear her eyes away as he continued to dance to the music, oblivious to the world around him.

A little voice in her head that she couldn't silence marveled over his backside, and despite the knowledge that she really should, she couldn't disagree with it – Jack did have an amazing butt. It was small, pert, and tight, and she wanted to do something simply awful to it.

Jack stood up and with a flustered squeak Tooth darted away and up to the rafters, original question forgotten. Breathing heavily, she resisted the urge to bang her head on the post behind her.

Several of her fairies flew up to hover around their mother. Most of them chirped sympathetically, but a few giggled naughtily, nudging each other or sighing with stars in their eyes.

Tooth didn't pay much attention other than to make sure none of them fainted. It was a long way to the floor from up here, and she was too busy trying to get the image of kissing Jack senseless while filling her hands with that perfect backside and giving it a good, hard squeeze to be quick enough to catch them.

If she hadn't been sure she was attracted to Jack before this, she certainly was now. Good grief, he was seducing and courting her with proper dance displays without even knowing what he was doing – or what kind of effect he was having on her!

...granted, he didn't know she'd been watching him, but still. It was tempting to start teasing back!

Then again, that might not be such a bad idea. Tooth peeked down at the group below, watching Jack talking to Cupid, looking smaller than usual next to the huge spirit. She wanted to court Jack, but he might not be interested in someone covered in feathers. If he reacted to her teasing...well, it would either be because he was so unused to being noticed or because he was interested.

Either way...payback. And clearing the way to a possible, actual courtship, where he actually knew what he was doing to her – and she'd be able to give as good as she got.

From down below, Cupid spotted her and waved for her to come down and join them. With a quick huff, feathers fluffing and settling back into place to cover her earlier thoughts, she fluttered down to join the others, already debating when and how to give it a go.

A/N: I call this chapter "Ode to Jack's Butt."

As for actual chapter notes – can you blame Tooth? Jack's pants do show off that backside of his.

P.S. Naughty thoughts like the ones Tooth is having in this chapter is roughly as far as this particular fic is like to go. Keeping this one fluffy, for the most part.

Longer chapters should be coming soon.