Earth Song: Chapter Nine
Earth Song
Chapter Nine: I dance
Note: I do not own Power Rangers Jungle Fury or Ninja Storm, nor do I make money from writing this. I’m just amusing myself.
Crossover: Ninja Storm/Jungle Fury
Timeline: About 6 months after “The Final Fury”
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: The song has begun, summoning the Children of Earth to react. Heroes will rise from unexpected lines. A Ninja Storm/Jungle Fury Crossover.
Prompt: My hormones were out of control/I dance (fc_smorgasbord)
Rating: T (for content
I dance.
The music is playing a delicate tune; the melody reminds me of an old music box my Uncle had given me as a girl. Inside a small ballerina would spin and at night, I would dance with her. I ache as I remember the smile he had on his face when he gave it to me. As I dance now, I do it in memory of him. It used to be all I did, it defined me.
One look, people knew what and who I was. A dancer, perfect body and posture and pointed feet. I raise myself to my toes and twirl, and as I spun around I found Dustin standing in the doorway, smiling dreamily. I stop and look to him and he walks in, that smile never wavering. He draws me close and holds me to him.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells me softly, and I can’t help but smile. He brushes some stray hair from my eyes and strokes my face. “I’m not used to your hair being down,” he says, and I shrug.
“Since I’m not getting it dirty I figured I’d let it be natural today,” I told him and shake my head, my long hair was damn near to my waist and probably could use a trim. It’s why I usually wore it back; it’s a lot of hair.
“Looks good,” he told me and opened his mouth but closed his mouth again.
“What?” I ask, usually I was the shy one out of the two of us but I wasn’t feeling shy or vulnerable today.
“Would you show me how to dance? A proper dance?” he asks and I smile.
“Sure. I think I have just the one in mind,” I tell him; I pull him to the middle of the floor and adjust his posture. “The waltz. Its classic, it’s very simple but you have to keep your posture. Stand straight, shoulders back.” I place my hand on his shoulder; he puts his under my arm and onto my shoulder blade and then raise out other hands up. “Now we are in a frame position,”
“I feel so fancy,” he says with a laugh and I chuckle.
“Ok, this is the easy part. We’re basically doing a box step.”
“Box step?”
“The footing moves in a square pattern, like a box. For me, my steps go left foot back, right to the side and then bright my left foot to my right foot to close. Then right foot forward, left foot to side and then bring my right foot to my left to close. You get to dance the opposite,” I tell him and I feel him tense to move. “Right foot forward, left foot to side, and then close your right foot to your left foot.” Which he does, but he steps on my foot while beginning. He freaks out and apologizes but I laugh it off, its not the first time a guy has stepped on my foot while learning a dance and it won’t be the last. “Dustin, relax, now do that again,” we begin again and this time he did it perfectly, “Good! Now go left foot back, right foot to the side and bring your left foot to your right foot to close.”
“I did it!” he cheers, laughing.
“Yup! You’re half way there…”
Soon we waltz around the room and he’s laughing so joyously. I didn’t think he’d be this thrilled to learn to dance, given his favorite activity is motorcross and it’s a lot more thrilling.
“Bambi! Thank you!” he said as we stop to break and throws his arms around me. I hug him back and smile.
“Its what I do…used to do…”
“You can still dance and look! You can teach!” he tells me.
“I guess so,” I tell him with a smile.
“Sorry about stepping on your feet though,” he apologizes once again, I wave him off.
“No problem. It happens,” I tell him, “Why did you want to learn?”
“You looked so beautiful and I wanted to learn so I don’t look like a fool in front of you anymore. I mean you’re perfect and I know the other night I looked like a fool…”
“Be that as it may, I found it charming,” I tell him and he laughs.
“Because I looked like a fish flopping around?”
“Exactly.”
We laugh and he brushes my hair back again, but this time he leans down and kisses me. I kiss him back without hesitation, I can’t help but fall for this man and it seems he really likes me too. We break apart as there’s a loud “AHEM” from the doorway and we looked to see Shane grinning at us like a fool.
“Lunch is ready you guys…if you’re not too busy,” he said and winked, then ran like hell as Dustin chased him down the hall. He returns in the blink of an eye and wraps his arms around my shoulders.
“So…care for some lunch?” he asks and though my stomach is telling me I probably should, my hormones are saying no way.
“Nah, I’d rather pick up where we left off at,” I told him and he flashes me a wicked smile and his lips return to mine.
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To be continued
More bonding and romantic fluff for the next chapter...then it all goes to hell ;) I don't write happy stories XD