It's Luau Time
Who: Faith Lehane
When: Day 38, Night: The Luau
Where: Camp Crash II
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete (action moved to another thread ( Read more... )
When: Day 38, Night: The Luau
Where: Camp Crash II
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete (action moved to another thread ( Read more... )
Ami giggled beside him. The heat from the fire felt nearly as good as the warmth of his wife leaning against him. "No science at the luau," she mock scolded.
"Oi!" the Doctors protested in unison. Rose, Martha, and everyone else in earshot laughed with them. "You should thank science," Nine added. "Science brought you these fine beverages this evening."
Dean, who'd been hovering near Faith for most of the evening, thrust his drink into the air. "To science!"
"To science!" Scott and just about everyone else agreed.
Sam Winchester plopped down in the sand near Ripley and Ash. Turning to his brother he teased, "Dude, you'd toast anything that got you a beer."
"Would not," Dean countered. "Not if it was a crappy beer." He winked at the Doctors. "Good stuff, guys."
Playfulness rolling off of Ami added to Scott's chuckling. He followed her gaze to see what amused her so: Daisy and Locke slow-dancing. /Let's dance,/ she urged, getting to her feet.
Scott's good mood ebbed. /Nuh-uh,/ he protested, shaking his head. /Can't dance./
Ami put her hands on her hips and scolwed/pouted. /That's hardly dancing. It's rocking in a circle./ Before Scott could further protest she'd grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor.
OOC: More in a few minutes. I wanted to post this part to keep the ball rolling.
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Earlier she had dropped a heavy lai over Jon's head with the warning, "you're getting laid one way or the other tonight, mister."
She'd worked the croud as well, toting trays of fruit and fish hourderves, without crackers... palm leaf squares served as plates or bamboo speared fruit kabobs.
She passed the tray to Oona, who had Oorie dancing about her heels, so she could drag Jon off to the make shift dance floor.
"Looks like the magic is working." Molly grinned and indicated Daniel and his lap full of Faith.
"What did you do?" Jon looked somewhere between amused and suspicious.
"Just a little nature magic to encourage a bit more openess. Nothing that will cause anything to happen that the intended doesn't really want to. That would be harmful. Besides, I'm not the strongest caster. That's why I used plantstuffs to make the focus figures." Molly was grinning as well."
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"You've been a bad girl, Molly Green." Jon's admonishment failed to hit the mark due to the lopsided grin that made him look all the more boyish than he already appeared. He glanced at the tableau of Daniel and Faith, nodding his approval. If anyone needed to unwind it was Daniel; if anyone could help Daniel it was Faith and -
Just don't go there, Jon didn't allow himself to complete the chain of thoughts.
He distracted himself by focusing on Molly. The dance they did was simple, just really stepping to the beat of the music, his hands on her waist and her arms wrapped around him. It reminded Jon of a combination of those old middle school dances and the high school ones, and he also banished that thought immediately.
"So, nature magic, huh?" Jon quirked a grin. "Do I have to worry about you doing any of that nature dancing?" The teasing words brought a warm blush to his face, never mind the change in their relationship since then. Jon was still trying to wrap his mind around the age difference, and Molly had been nothing but patient. Still, her words and actions of late showed her patience was running a bit thin, and Jon didn't really blame her. Had their situations been reversed, he'd have run out patience and understanding as well.
Plus, his eighteen-year-old body and libido really could only battle with fifty years of experience for so long.
Youth was winning.
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"As for my being bad... blame it on Robin Goodfellow. He's a terrible influance on anyone. He also taught me that fetish magic. Not that I could use it before." She laughed, "Besides, who'se going to punish me? Especially if everyone's happy."
Molly shook her grass skirt with a flick of her hips, liking the rustling sound. "You're not too bad on the dance floor. Didn't think this was your kind of music, though. You seem more a Stones man."
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Jon tugged her gently closer. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Did I mention that I like the skirt?"
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"I think the Beach Boys would be more appropriate out here. Although, Annette I'm not. Maybe Bob Marley. My hair would be improved by dreads. Nah. orange dreads would look... dreadful." Molly kept watching Jon's eyes. She liked the way they crinkled a bit at the corners when he smiled.
"Of course, you should see me Swing. I always loved swing music."
Oops, bad idea to remind him how old she was. She might be able to pass for seventeen or eighteen, her personality might be close to that age for humans most of the time, but she was much older. But then, he was older than he looked as well. And younger. And that whole line of thought was enough to give a headache.
"I also have a weakness for Aerosmith." She confessed. "Sweet Emotion and Dream on... two of the best. So be warned. Steve Tyler ever even winks at me I'd be off faster than you could say groupie. One of my Five, you know."
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Oorie and Vincent loved the party. People were sneaking them bits of pork and fish, petting them, and dancing so the dogs could bark at the moving feet. For some reason the puppy had latched on to her for the moment.
Finally, she set down the tray and found herself a bamboo cup of wine so dhe could people watch unencombered.
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He shifted his attention away from the people gathered on or around the dance floor. Oona had found herself a quiet spot to people watch from. Methos smiled softly at that. He appreciated how much entertainment could be had simply watching other people let themselves go. He ran a hand nervously over the lei in his hand. Methos was nervous about giving it to her even though he'd already given her a knife with a cutting edge.
Methos took a deep breath and approached Oona. He stepped up beside where she was sitting. Methos quietly watched people with her for a few moments before he spoke, "River collected the lei I made for her last night. Most of the leis Frank and I made last night have been handed out. I've got one I haven't given to it's rightful owner. I promised you a lei, and I made this one for you."
He held the lei up for Oona to examine.
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She beamed at him. No man had ever given her flowers before Adam. It was a novel experience.
"Thank you. They're beautiful." She leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek, and at the last minute became daring enough to catch the corner of his mouth as well.
She blushed again and looked out to the dancing for distraction. "I've seen some primative tribal dances close to that. I've also seen shaman go into similar fits." She gestured with her cup of wine to Scott and Dean's tribute to the 80's.
She had to grin when she saw Jack Harkness draging Sue, who was also sporting a grass skirt, out to the 'dance floor'. The little girl was very good. He was also trying to coax the still silent little Annie to join in the dance, to no avail. For an endless flirt and playboy type, he seemed to do well with children.
"It also looks like Daniel no longer needs toe dating game." She chuckled.
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Methos watched how Oona fingered the flowers he'd carefully chosen for her lei, wondering if she had some idea of how much time and thought he'd put into one necklace of flowers that would inevitably fade and die. He let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding when Oona wordlessly bowed her head so he could place the lei around her neck. Methos took her silent acceptance, and placed the necklace there with the lightest of touches.
The smile Oona gave him once he'd finished made all the scratches and aches he'd collected with the flowers, and mentioned to Frank and River the night before worthwhile. Methos liked Jack a lot, he couldn't deny that, but seeing her beam at him the whole luau faded away however briefly. He wanted to give her other reasons to smile like that. Oona might not care how well Methos could do cute, but there had to be other ways to earn that smile.
"You're welcome, Oona. I picked the flowers for you, your skin. I wanted your lei to suit you. You're beautiful," he told her with clumsy sincerity. Methos held still as Oona leaned forward to press a kiss against his cheek. When her lips strayed to catch the corner of his mouth as well, he turned his head towards hers just a little, just enough to touch his lips to hers that little bit before she withdrew to blush and look away from him to the dancers on the floor.
"It's called break dancing. I don't remember much more about it than that. It was popular a couple of decades ago, or a couple of decades ago from where some of us are from," Methos explained after Oona pointed out which dancers on the floor she was comparing to shamans having fits. He smiled at Sue's indulging Jack, remembering he had yet to warn her he'd told Jack about Aaron. Methos put the thought aside almost as quickly as it came.
"Oooh, I don't know. He might have some use for it when he's rested. I think there was some talk about his getting some stimulating conversation out of the dating game. I don't think it's conversation he's finding stimulation just now," he responded to Oona's chuckled observation about Daniel with. Methos added after, "I won't mind if there won't be a chance for him to pick you to talk to. I'm happy you're free to talk to me, Oona. I like this."
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"I enjoy talking to you as well," Oona met Adam's eyes with her own.
She couldn't explain how she'd only agreed to Molly's madcap plotting because it appeared Adam was quite happy joining in Jack's harem, or was that Bacchanal?
"This is silly," Oona gave a nervous chuckle. "I've been in battle against Chaos daemons and creatures of Law in its senility. I've faced war, death and the deprivations man is capable of committing against fellow man. Yet I'm getting butterflies in my stomach just talking to you. So either you are exceedingly terrifying, or I'm being exceedingly foolish. And frankly, right this moment, you are not so terrifying."
Not in the sense of a physical threat, anyway. Although there were other ways to be intimidating. Such as threatening a push into the unknown. Something she had rarely balked at facing before. Again, not physical danger. It was emotions she seemed to fear. There was more vulnerability facing emotions than there was facing an enemy in battle.
"Would you like to... dance?" She didn't ask if he could dance. He could wield a sword with fluid grace, then he could dance, even if he might not know the formal steps.
So why did she feel they were already dancing?
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Methos watched how Oona met his eyes; relieved to see it, and to hear the words she spoke as she made the choice. He gave her a smile warm with the relief he was feeling. Methos told Oona sincerely, "I'm glad to hear that."
He listened to her nervous chuckle, and her explanation of why her nervousness was silly. Methos shook his head at Oona's conclusion that either he was exceedingly terrifying or she was being exceedingly foolish. He admitted sheepishly, "You aren't the only one here that's scared."
Methos added quickly, "You aren't terrifying. I trust you. I find you beautiful. It's... battling a foe you know what you need to do, and you've an idea what they think of you. Sharing your heart, even with someone you know at least likes you a little, you aren't sure what they're going to do with your heart."
He nodded quickly when Oona asked him if he'd like to dance, "I would love to dance with you. Should I lead, will you, or will we find a balance?"
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Her closest friend she only saw on occasion.
The heart was a frightening thing. So easily bruised.
It was good to hear that she was not the only one feeling thus. It made her feel on more even ground.
Adam calling her beautiful once again caused another blush, but a flattered smile. It was odd and unfamiliar, but rather pleasing to know someone found her appealing.
"I find you beautiful as well." Oona looked up at Adam.
Indeed, he was elegant and attractive in appearance, and had a complex, yet balanced soul. And she found him personally sexy as hell.
"I believe it is traditional for the man to lead in formal dancing. But this hardly seems formal. And I am one to appreciate balance." Oona took Adam's hand and tugged it toward the dance area, though she walked beside him.
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Methos enjoyed watching his words cause Oona to blush. It wasn't just the knowledge she was reacting to his words that made it pleasant. He also enjoyed seeing the color in her cheeks, and how the carefully chosen colors in her lei complimented the blush rather than overwhelming it or distracting from it. Methos was pleased with his effect on Oona and how his work complimented it.
When she told him she found him beautiful too, he blinked with mild surprise. Methos appreciated the compliment. He was simply more use to being called cute or handsome. It was different to hear someone call him beautiful. Methos smiled at Oona. He certainly appreciated the words, would have even if they hadn't been unusual ones. They came from someone he cared about.
Methos nodded, "It's traditional for the man to lead, but there's no one to say we have to follow tradition. I could follow. I'd rather we find a balance."
He blushed faintly as she tugged him towards the dance floor. Methos moved, enjoying how Oona walked beside him once he no longer required drawing out. He decided to pay no attention to the changing music, feeling they could slow dance regardless of what was coming from the speakers. Methos tentatively took Oona into his arms, and began to softly hum a tune they could slow dance to.
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She was a bit nerveous, but excited as well. And she seemed to tingle where Adam touched her, making her want to lean into his touch.
"We missed sword practice today, with all the preperations," she mused. "I have to admit I enjoy the time with you. And the physical activity. You're certainly keeping me on my toes."
Oona swayed softly. This was just another sort of dance.
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