For the Dancing and the Dreaming
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"I'll swim and sail on savage seas…
With never a fear of drowning…
And gladly ride the waves of life…
If you will…"
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Alison Blaire giggled as her back hit the door to their apartment. If asked, she would say she was only buzzed and not drunk, but the world was swimming and her legs were sore and she quickly snaked an arm up and hooked it around her man's neck.
"That was fun." She told him hotly. "I thought you couldn't dance?"
Scott Summers couldn't find his keys and Alison wasn't helping, but really, where were his damn keys? "I practiced." He murmured, and tried his best not to get lost in her dazzling smile. It was positively infectious, and he tried to remember what he was doing again.
Oh right. Keys.
"When?" She wouldn't let go of him and, instead, pulled him even closer just as she felt herself slip; Scott's forehead hit the wooden door with a loud smack and she giggled again.
"Yeah, you better be sorry." Scott warned, eyes pressed shut on instinct just in case his glasses slipped. "And clearly, I practiced when you weren't looking."
She only giggled louder and was it just him or did her body start to glow again? Thinking quickly, his hands found themselves inside her back pockets.
"Scott!" Alison yelped and her smile was positively scandalous. A shiver ran down her spine and she molded his warmth against hers. "Here, in the open?" She asked as she nibbled his ear approvingly.
"Keys." Scott managed to groan out when her hands stole his belt before it even registered that she had unbuckled them. "Your keys. My keys are gone." He pulled out his left hand, having found what he was looking for.
His other chose to remain buried in her heat, though—if only to stabilize his drunken lover, his inebriated mind attempted to convince himself.
"Ah, maybe next time, then." She was only mildly disappointed because now she had something to work into their sex life. She swung his belt around his neck and used it to keep them steady while her other hand went to work, slipping inside his front pocket and pulling out a familiar bunch of metal. "And your keys are here, dumdum."
And for emphasis, she shook them lightly against his other ear.
"Too late. Door's open."
Alison yelped when the support to her back suddenly disappeared. Before she could fall even halfway, though, Scott's strong arms caught her.
The blonde mutant giggled once more and her glow brightened.
Happiness danced.
"Prick." She teased him playfully. "You only wanted me in your arms again."
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was in the way her sapphire eyes dazzled his, but Scott found himself easily agreeing. "Always."
Extending her left leg just enough to push her up and closer to her man once more, Alison planted a soft, if sloppy, kiss on his lips. "Mhmm, Ali likes it when Scottie is being honest."
"Scottie is always-" Scott blinked and flushed harder when he realized he was speaking in third person. She could sweep him away far too easily. "I'm always honest."
An unconvinced brow arched into Alison's forehead. "Then tell me, babe," she began, and slithering away from him and grabbing his belt in the process. Back turned against him, she made a show of hugging herself, letting him know all the wonders her white heels did to her bountiful derriere. "Now that you've got sweet Ali trapped inside our apartment, what're you planning to do to her?"
She saw him react and her inviting grin widened.
"Well first, I'm going to lock the door to make sure nobody barges in uninvited again." The click that resonated in their space made her glow and shiver.
It was only one note, but it carried with it an alluring promise.
"Then, I'm going to carry Alison to our bedroom."
Her eyes tracked his chiseled form as he stalked towards her, never breaking their gaze.
"Oooh!" She yelped when his arms hooked themselves under her back and knees. Instinctively, her arms found themselves around his neck. Her glow intensified. "Alison likes, she does! What comes next?"
"Lastly, I'm going to throw her on the bed and then we're both going to sleep."
"Wha—HEY!" She yelped when he actually did throw her. She bounced once on her rump and the world spun so fast she thought she would actually throw up. After finally steadying herself, she glared hard at her man. "What was that for? Alison didn't like it."
She would've crossed her arms, but didn't trust herself not to fall if she wasn't using them to keep herself upright.
"I'm sure she didn't," Scott said as he made his approach, a smug smile plastered upon his lips. "As I'm sure she didn't like drinking as much as she did tonight."
"You didn't stop me." She pouted.
The bed shifted again when Scott sat on it, and she crawled towards him.
"I did try." He grinned at her before running his fingers through her hair, combing it soothingly.
She rested her chin on his head and began to unbutton her jeans. "But you still didn't."
"I did get you out before you could blast someone, though."
She swept her legs off the bed, and Scott took that as his cue to help her out. Steadily, he peeled them off her jeans off her toned legs, revealing a sinful white thong adorning her hypnotic hips. Tearing his eyes away from her treat, he planted a tender kiss against her knee as he slipped past them. The bed suddenly shifted once more, and Scott looked up to find that, while trying to take off her top, Alison lost her balance and fell backwards on the bed.
Her arms were pinned above her head by her top, and with his eyes drawn to her heaving bosom, a very sinister part of Scott entertained the notion of leaving her like that as he had his way with her. Judging by the sultry grin she shot him, she knew it too.
"Well?"
Willing his beating heart to still, Scott climbed over her to wrench her top from her arms. Seeing her chance, her legs swiftly wrapped around his hips before turning them, slamming his back against the bed so she could straddle him.
Clad in only her lacy white game gear, a Cheshire grin almost split her cheeks when the world spun again. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she retched.
"You alright?"
"I am. Sort of. Please stop spinning." She closed her eyes and, ugh, the spinning only worsened and she fought to keep the bile down. Something cool pressed itself against her cheek and her eyes snapped open to find a bottle of water he took from their bedside drawer. "Bless you, babe."
She took one long and delicious swig from the wonderful ambrosia before tossing it away. Her hands once more found itself undoing the button on his pants before, finding it was too much work, hooking themselves on the hem of his shirt and peeling it off him.
"I think we should leave it at this." He told her even as her frisky hands divulged him of his shirt, and she could feel the worry in his tone. "The alcohol is going to put you to sleep, soon."
She pouted once more, but the last remnant of control inside her knew he was right.
"I wouldn't mind if you fucked me while I am sleeping." She told him earnestly. "Just make sure to get it on tape."
Scott shook his head slowly, incredulous and impressed at the same time.
It was a very, very tempting thought, but, "I'll put it on our list, but no, not tonight. Tonight is about us."
"You say that but you've stripped me to my bra and panties!" Alison giggled again and massaged his hips teasingly. Involuntarily, her eyes closed, and immediately she felt the world spin once more.
Scott caught her.
"You stripped yourself."
"I did." She agreed—and when did her head find its way against his chest again?—but still, she pointed out knowingly, "But you really wanted to."
"I did."
She squinted at him before her eyes fluttered shut once more. She hooked her arms around his neck just as his found the small of her back
"Your shirt's gone."
"Mhm." His chest rumbled and she glowed again.
"My phone's fully charged." She heard herself mumble.
"Alison…"
"Yeah, Scott?"
"I love you."
"Love you too, babe."
Her ears picked up the steady thumping of his heart. She closed her eyes and listened to its loving lullaby…
"Wait!" Alison suddenly shot up before swaying again when the world spun. Willing the world to still and gathering her thoughts, she nudged a finger against Scott. "I'm not sleeping! There's—there's something I wanted to show you!"
"Ali?" Scott abruptly sat up and his own vision started swimming, too.
She made one step before tripping on air again. Fortunately, Scott managed to catch her flailing arm. With a tug, he pulled her against him and they both crashed on the bed again.
They both laid there, breathing heavily from the sudden rush, before Alison started giggling again. Infected by her laughter, Scott followed suit with a chuckle.
"I guess this really is it, babe?" Alison asked when her giggles subsided. Her eyes fluttered closed and she knew his were shut, too. "I even ordered something from one of Em's line…"
Scott found that she sounded sad.
"I'll break this bed with you in the morn'." He promised her.
Already feeling herself drift, Alison planted a kiss against his chest before laying her head down once more. "Better do." She slurred, smiling lightly at the exciting thought, "Don't wanna walk for another…"
"…"
It didn't take long for sleep to claim the two lovers.
And as the two slept, with Alison's head cuddled against Scott's chest, only the moon saw how her body dazzled in dance with his heartbeat.
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"I have no use for rings of gold…
I care not for your poetry…
I only want your hand to hold...
I only want you near me."
A/N: Song choice, if it wasn't obvious enough, is For the Dancing and the Dreaming featured in HtTYD2 (the Stoick and Valka song). I was watching the trailer for HtTYD3 (HYPE!) and stumbled on this scene again on youtube. Lordy, it still guts me in the feels whenever I listen to it.
For this one, I just wanted a fun romp between the two without any plot getting in the way. Not too happy with this one. I'll likely get this ship down, eventually.
