FIC: Valentine's Dance
Title: The Valentine's Dance (aren't I creative)
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG ( O.O Holy crap I don't even swear in this. It's like a first.)
Summary: This is for my shameless self-insert. I wanted to write something Valentines-ey and (given recent circumstances) I felt like writing Rhode. So.
Why is Project Freelancer having a mandatory Valentine's Dance? For the same reason Harry Potter fics have the Yule Ball without the tourniment, that's why.
This is set a little while after Washington finds Rhode hurt by Omega. She's healed and back. I don't think I'll be adding this to the actual story post since I like the idea of just cutting to canon after the Tex confrontation and not showing most of the Wash/Rhode relationship. Anyway, here it is:
A little over a month later and Rhode Island was finally cleared as fit for duty. She was ecstatic to be back and fight alongside her friends once again, but there was a little matter to attend to first: The Valentine’s Dance. Her first day back was the social event of the season? Life was definitely looking up.
Wash wasn’t much of a dancer. That much was clear. To be fair, neither was she-Natalie felt like an idiot most of the time on the dance floor. Besides, this gave her the best chance to show off. She was back, and she and Wash had been together since the incident. Am I with Wash? Why yes, yes I am. Can you dance with Washington? Sorry, he’s already got someone. Who’s my date? You see that gorgeous man in the corner? That’s Agent Washington. He’s with me. It was a little pathetic, but she didn’t care.
Natalie stood near one of the walls, content in bobbing her head along with the music and smiling at anyone who made eye contact. Her arm wrapped around Wash, she was having a good night. She was even able to wear a soft pink dress. She didn’t mind the color, but this was the only time of year redheads could wear pink and she was not about to pass that chance up. Apart from Wash asking every two minutes if she was feeling alright, it’s like the incident never even happened.
Then a slower song came on and she was no longer content. Slow dancing. That was the only aspect of dancing she enjoyed, and she loved it.
“Dance with me!” Natalie smiled widely while taking Wash’s hand.
“No way.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t dance.” Washington seemed to be convinced that the conversation ended there. He thought wrong.
“Just dance with me. Please David?”
“Look, I held your purse while you tried on dresses-”
“I prefer to call it a bag. ‘Purse’ sounds so-”
“-And I found a correct answer to the ‘Does-this-dress-make-my-hips-look-big’ question-”
“Which was appreciated, but-”
“-And I opened your car door for you-”
“Always a nice touch.”
“-I got you the corsage-”
“Which I love, I know.”
“And if you want me to go get you some punch, that’s well within my skill set. But I. Don’t. Dance. ”
“Fine.”
More than a little annoyed, Natalie turned to the good looking man standing near them. She’d heard Wash complain about the man, who was a few years younger. Washington thought he was lecherous and pig-headed.
“Kentucky, would you like to dance?”
The man smiled deviously, but before he had a chance to respond Washington was dragging Rhode by her arm onto the dance floor.
“Was that really necessary?” He asked as they got settled, swaying in tempo.
“Yes.”
“That was underhanded and low.”
She smiled. “I didn’t specialize in Tactics and Strategy for nothing.”
A/N: Because I'm on a whoa_there1187 binge, I read one of her Music Memes and remembered my addiction to "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None The Richer, so that's the song my head picked as what they're dancing to. It's here for anyone who wants to hear it: www.youtube.com/watch
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG ( O.O Holy crap I don't even swear in this. It's like a first.)
Summary: This is for my shameless self-insert. I wanted to write something Valentines-ey and (given recent circumstances) I felt like writing Rhode. So.
Why is Project Freelancer having a mandatory Valentine's Dance? For the same reason Harry Potter fics have the Yule Ball without the tourniment, that's why.
This is set a little while after Washington finds Rhode hurt by Omega. She's healed and back. I don't think I'll be adding this to the actual story post since I like the idea of just cutting to canon after the Tex confrontation and not showing most of the Wash/Rhode relationship. Anyway, here it is:
A little over a month later and Rhode Island was finally cleared as fit for duty. She was ecstatic to be back and fight alongside her friends once again, but there was a little matter to attend to first: The Valentine’s Dance. Her first day back was the social event of the season? Life was definitely looking up.
Wash wasn’t much of a dancer. That much was clear. To be fair, neither was she-Natalie felt like an idiot most of the time on the dance floor. Besides, this gave her the best chance to show off. She was back, and she and Wash had been together since the incident. Am I with Wash? Why yes, yes I am. Can you dance with Washington? Sorry, he’s already got someone. Who’s my date? You see that gorgeous man in the corner? That’s Agent Washington. He’s with me. It was a little pathetic, but she didn’t care.
Natalie stood near one of the walls, content in bobbing her head along with the music and smiling at anyone who made eye contact. Her arm wrapped around Wash, she was having a good night. She was even able to wear a soft pink dress. She didn’t mind the color, but this was the only time of year redheads could wear pink and she was not about to pass that chance up. Apart from Wash asking every two minutes if she was feeling alright, it’s like the incident never even happened.
Then a slower song came on and she was no longer content. Slow dancing. That was the only aspect of dancing she enjoyed, and she loved it.
“Dance with me!” Natalie smiled widely while taking Wash’s hand.
“No way.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t dance.” Washington seemed to be convinced that the conversation ended there. He thought wrong.
“Just dance with me. Please David?”
“Look, I held your purse while you tried on dresses-”
“I prefer to call it a bag. ‘Purse’ sounds so-”
“-And I found a correct answer to the ‘Does-this-dress-make-my-hips-look-big’ question-”
“Which was appreciated, but-”
“-And I opened your car door for you-”
“Always a nice touch.”
“-I got you the corsage-”
“Which I love, I know.”
“And if you want me to go get you some punch, that’s well within my skill set. But I. Don’t. Dance. ”
“Fine.”
More than a little annoyed, Natalie turned to the good looking man standing near them. She’d heard Wash complain about the man, who was a few years younger. Washington thought he was lecherous and pig-headed.
“Kentucky, would you like to dance?”
The man smiled deviously, but before he had a chance to respond Washington was dragging Rhode by her arm onto the dance floor.
“Was that really necessary?” He asked as they got settled, swaying in tempo.
“Yes.”
“That was underhanded and low.”
She smiled. “I didn’t specialize in Tactics and Strategy for nothing.”
A/N: Because I'm on a whoa_there1187 binge, I read one of her Music Memes and remembered my addiction to "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None The Richer, so that's the song my head picked as what they're dancing to. It's here for anyone who wants to hear it: www.youtube.com/watch