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dorksidefiker) wrote2011-04-06 04:38 pm
dorksidefiker) wrote2011-04-06 04:38 pm
Shall We Dance
Title: Shall We Dance
Fandom: Voltron: Defender of the Universe
Characters: Lance/Merla
Prompt: 49. Dance
Rating: PG
Summary: She’s the only one not dancing.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
Merla was running through her best list of excuses she could make to escape the tedious fete being held in honor of the victorious Voltron Force when Lance sidled up to her. "Awful, isn’t it?" he asked.
Merla’s lips quirked in an almost-smile. The lieutenant had abandoned the jacket of his dress uniform, and had left the top two buttons of his shirt undone. He had a glass of punch in one hand, and some finger food Merla couldn’t identify in the other. He also looked almost as bored as she felt. "I don’t know what you mean, lieutenant."
Lance snorted. "Whatever you say, Your Majesty." He gulped down his punch and finished off his snack. "Do you want to dance?"
Merla very nearly choked. "Say again?"
"Do you want to dance? Specifically, with me. I promise not to step on your toes."
"How much," Merla asked, "have you had to drink?"
Lance looked at the empty cup in his hand, then said, "Not enough to make the dress uniform bearable. I’m going to set it on fire at the first opportunity."
"Poor dear," Merla said unsympathetically.
"Anyway, do you want to dance? You’ve been standing around all night."
Merla’s eyebrows arched. "What have you got cooking in that brain of yours?"
Lance smiled boyishly. "It seems grossly unfair that one of the most important allies we had in the fight against Doom would be left standing. And Nanny would make the best face."
"You are mad, human," Merla said. "One dance."
Fandom: Voltron: Defender of the Universe
Characters: Lance/Merla
Prompt: 49. Dance
Rating: PG
Summary: She’s the only one not dancing.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
Merla was running through her best list of excuses she could make to escape the tedious fete being held in honor of the victorious Voltron Force when Lance sidled up to her. "Awful, isn’t it?" he asked.
Merla’s lips quirked in an almost-smile. The lieutenant had abandoned the jacket of his dress uniform, and had left the top two buttons of his shirt undone. He had a glass of punch in one hand, and some finger food Merla couldn’t identify in the other. He also looked almost as bored as she felt. "I don’t know what you mean, lieutenant."
Lance snorted. "Whatever you say, Your Majesty." He gulped down his punch and finished off his snack. "Do you want to dance?"
Merla very nearly choked. "Say again?"
"Do you want to dance? Specifically, with me. I promise not to step on your toes."
"How much," Merla asked, "have you had to drink?"
Lance looked at the empty cup in his hand, then said, "Not enough to make the dress uniform bearable. I’m going to set it on fire at the first opportunity."
"Poor dear," Merla said unsympathetically.
"Anyway, do you want to dance? You’ve been standing around all night."
Merla’s eyebrows arched. "What have you got cooking in that brain of yours?"
Lance smiled boyishly. "It seems grossly unfair that one of the most important allies we had in the fight against Doom would be left standing. And Nanny would make the best face."
"You are mad, human," Merla said. "One dance."