Another piece of the Country-Verse, and this is another idea I've had floating for a while. Set soon after Megatron, June and Optimus start their relationship. Title and original inspiration comes from Josh Turner's "Why Don't We Just Dance".
June dried her hands on the dish towel before returning to the living room, finding Megatron sitting on the couch, idly flipping through the channels on the TV. She came up behind him, making her steps heavier so he'd hear her before slowly looping her arms around his shoulders, resting her chin on top of his head.
"Anything good on?"
"No, not really," he said, finally turning it off as a newscaster started a report about some farming thing and tilting his head back to look at her. His brow was furrowed, and his frown was almost endearing. "I'll admit I am at a loss here."
June smiled at him. She supposed he would be, considering what she knew of his relationship with Starscream. Without much detail, it was very whirlwind and seemed to consist of a lot of "doing", as opposed to lazy do-nothing afternoons. Were Optimus here, he and Megatron would probably have already started another debate on poetry or something, but he'd taken the kids to the park, and June wasn't in the mood for such.
"Well, we could pick another movie, or pull out a board game." Megatron's frown became more a pout, and June laughed. "Yeah, I wasn't feeling it either." She scanned the room, and inspiration struck as her eyes fell on the stereo.
"I've an idea." She headed over and flipped the stereo on as she looked through the collection of CDs next to it. Finding the one she wanted, she pulled it out and put it in the tray. A moment later, and the strings of a swing album started playing.
She turned around and grabbed Megatron's hands. "Come on, help me move the couch."
He looked dubious, but let her pull him to his feet, then moved the couch back against the wall, then the coffee table closer to the tv stand. Only once he was in the middle of the open space with her setting his hand at her waist did he seem to catch on. "Really, June?"
"It's fun," June said, smiling as she rested her hand on his shoulder, and caught their free hands together. "Now, a swing dance is one of the easiest to learn. Put your left foot like this…"
It took a couple minutes for him to get the steps down, but once he did, Megatron proved himself a natural. It wasn't long before she upgraded him to the turns, spins, dips, and lifts, and with each accomplished move, his frown turned to a smile, to a grin, to laughing. It was one of the best sounds June had ever heard.
Eventually, they wore themselves out, and switched to just quietly swaying together, June's arms around his neck and his around her waist, his head tucked on hers. The swing CD ended, the stereo automatically switching to the next disk, which was a love song collection.
"I never thought dancing could be this fun," Megatron said, and June looked up at him.
"I'm surprised Starscream never took you dancing."
Megatron scoffed. "If you can call gyrating like a seizing cat dancing. He likes clubs and places with bright lights and bass you can feel in your chest. This…" his arms tightened around her, just the slightest, and a smile started crossing his lips. "This is nicer."
June smiled back. "It is. I've always preferred this kind of dancing."
They lapsed into silence, but it didn't feel at all awkward or weird. It was soft, and intimate, like the world outside had fallen away, except for the music playing. They swayed, looking into each other's eyes, and later she wasn't sure which of them moved first. But she rose up and he leaned down, and their lips met in the middle. Soft, cautious, but quickly molding and yielding to each other. The song on the stereo swelled, and June felt like her heart was carried along with it.
Eventually, they pulled back and rested their foreheads together. Megatron chuckled. "You still taste like peppermint."
June laughed. "And I still hold that that's the best kind of mint."
"For Christmas trees, maybe."
She might have continued to debate the merits of peppermint, but his lips on hers convinced her he didn't mind it that much.