meme request for hail_king [dance]
“Seriously, you want to dance right now?” Claire arched a brow at the scruffy man who stood in front of her with a somewhat idiotic smile plastered on his mouth.
“What better time is there?” The silly thing was that the question was completely serious as he arched a brow at her expectantly.
“I don’t know.” She hummed a little as though she were seriously considering her answer. “How about when I’m not covered in blood, ashes, and….whatever the hell this stuff is.” She scoffed before wrinkling her nose down at herself, plucking at her shirt to pull it away from her body slightly as though she couldn’t stand it touching her anymore.
“You’ve never looked prettier.” King grinned.
“You have a very strange idea of romance and the appropriate times for it, you know that?” She seemed to forget her shirt, her brow still arched at him though now she looked somewhat skeptical. Mainly she was starting to get a little skeptical about his sanity.
“I believe romance should be spontaneous.”
“Uh huh.” She didn’t sound like she agreed with him very much.
“Just when did you get to be so jaded, princess?” There was a slight tsking noise in his question as he slung a shoulder around her, drawing her against his side.
Now it was time to look somewhat defensive as Claire glared up at him. “I’m not jaded.”
“Now now, no getting your panties twisted into a bunch.” He smirked down at her.
“Don’t you concern yourself with my panties.”
“You didn’t say that last night.” He should have guessed from the look on his face that it was a good idea to stop now but no one could ever accuse Hannibal King of being smart. “In fact, I remember you telling me to take them off fas….ouch!” He yelped as her small hand caught him with an open handed slap upside the back of his head.
“You still have your mic on!” Her face was burning now as she glared at him.
“Oh, like the old man doesn’t know….”
“That’s so not the point!” Claire shrieked just a little bit.
“Exactly.” The dry mutter came from the older man over their ear pieces and Claire was quick to yank hers off, turning it off as she stomped towards the vehicle they had used to get there.
“Aw come on, Claire. Don’t be like that.” King turned his mic off as well, jogging after her.
“I’m not being like anything.” Her tone was decidedly frosty as she tossed her stuff into the back of the SUV, keeping her gaze from his.
“Hey, look at me.” King ducked down, managing to wedge his taller body between her and the SUV as he curled his fingers under her chin to lift her face so that their eyes could meet. “I’m sorry for the comment.”
“It’d be nice if you could just take out the mic before blabbing about our sex life, okay?” She replied with a little huff, her tone somewhat petulant.
“It’s me, babe. I’m always running my mouth, you know that. I have too much sugar before these fights and sometimes that filter between my brain and mouth doesn’t work.”
“I don’t think it exists.”
“Oh oh, there’s my girl.” He laughed, wrapping his arms about her as he tugged her close. Then he was wrinkling his nose as he pulled back, looking down at her. “Seriously, what the hell are you covered in?”
“Oh sure, now you’re grossed out by it. Two seconds ago, you wanted to dance with me.” She smacked his shoulder.
“I thought we needed the practice for our first dance but now I’m not really sure I want to touch you anymore.” His eyes danced as he continued to wrinkle his nose at her outfit, still backing up.
“You don’t get off that easy. Maybe you did last night with very little effort....”
“Hey, are you snarking about my mad love making skills?” Now he was supposedly on the defense.
“Your mad love making skills? Is that what we’re calling it now?” Her scoff riled him up further.
“Hey, I’ll have you know I am a Don Juan. A modern day Casanova.....you’re mocking me!” He pointed an accusing finger at her.
“Maybe just a little but you’re easy, remember?” Claire’s eyes sparkled as she smirked up at him adorably.
“Minx.” He forgot about the stuff she was covered in as he tugged her close again, silencing her laugh with a searing kiss before he pulled back. “You’re lucky I decided to marry you. I don’t think you should be unleashed onto the rest of the male population.”
“You decided? I’m pretty sure I’m the one that said yes after a couple weeks of you trying to pop the question a hundred different ways.” She poked at his chest playfully before she pulled back to finish tossing her stuff into the SUV.
King rolled his eyes, smacking her ass lightly before he moved to do the same. “You know, I’ve been thinking about our first dance. I think we should use David Hassel...”
“No.” Claire groaned, looking over at him. “We’re not dancing our first dance to David Hasselhoff, okay? If you want any chance of getting laid on our honeymoon, no way.”
“What better time is there?” The silly thing was that the question was completely serious as he arched a brow at her expectantly.
“I don’t know.” She hummed a little as though she were seriously considering her answer. “How about when I’m not covered in blood, ashes, and….whatever the hell this stuff is.” She scoffed before wrinkling her nose down at herself, plucking at her shirt to pull it away from her body slightly as though she couldn’t stand it touching her anymore.
“You’ve never looked prettier.” King grinned.
“You have a very strange idea of romance and the appropriate times for it, you know that?” She seemed to forget her shirt, her brow still arched at him though now she looked somewhat skeptical. Mainly she was starting to get a little skeptical about his sanity.
“I believe romance should be spontaneous.”
“Uh huh.” She didn’t sound like she agreed with him very much.
“Just when did you get to be so jaded, princess?” There was a slight tsking noise in his question as he slung a shoulder around her, drawing her against his side.
Now it was time to look somewhat defensive as Claire glared up at him. “I’m not jaded.”
“Now now, no getting your panties twisted into a bunch.” He smirked down at her.
“Don’t you concern yourself with my panties.”
“You didn’t say that last night.” He should have guessed from the look on his face that it was a good idea to stop now but no one could ever accuse Hannibal King of being smart. “In fact, I remember you telling me to take them off fas….ouch!” He yelped as her small hand caught him with an open handed slap upside the back of his head.
“You still have your mic on!” Her face was burning now as she glared at him.
“Oh, like the old man doesn’t know….”
“That’s so not the point!” Claire shrieked just a little bit.
“Exactly.” The dry mutter came from the older man over their ear pieces and Claire was quick to yank hers off, turning it off as she stomped towards the vehicle they had used to get there.
“Aw come on, Claire. Don’t be like that.” King turned his mic off as well, jogging after her.
“I’m not being like anything.” Her tone was decidedly frosty as she tossed her stuff into the back of the SUV, keeping her gaze from his.
“Hey, look at me.” King ducked down, managing to wedge his taller body between her and the SUV as he curled his fingers under her chin to lift her face so that their eyes could meet. “I’m sorry for the comment.”
“It’d be nice if you could just take out the mic before blabbing about our sex life, okay?” She replied with a little huff, her tone somewhat petulant.
“It’s me, babe. I’m always running my mouth, you know that. I have too much sugar before these fights and sometimes that filter between my brain and mouth doesn’t work.”
“I don’t think it exists.”
“Oh oh, there’s my girl.” He laughed, wrapping his arms about her as he tugged her close. Then he was wrinkling his nose as he pulled back, looking down at her. “Seriously, what the hell are you covered in?”
“Oh sure, now you’re grossed out by it. Two seconds ago, you wanted to dance with me.” She smacked his shoulder.
“I thought we needed the practice for our first dance but now I’m not really sure I want to touch you anymore.” His eyes danced as he continued to wrinkle his nose at her outfit, still backing up.
“You don’t get off that easy. Maybe you did last night with very little effort....”
“Hey, are you snarking about my mad love making skills?” Now he was supposedly on the defense.
“Your mad love making skills? Is that what we’re calling it now?” Her scoff riled him up further.
“Hey, I’ll have you know I am a Don Juan. A modern day Casanova.....you’re mocking me!” He pointed an accusing finger at her.
“Maybe just a little but you’re easy, remember?” Claire’s eyes sparkled as she smirked up at him adorably.
“Minx.” He forgot about the stuff she was covered in as he tugged her close again, silencing her laugh with a searing kiss before he pulled back. “You’re lucky I decided to marry you. I don’t think you should be unleashed onto the rest of the male population.”
“You decided? I’m pretty sure I’m the one that said yes after a couple weeks of you trying to pop the question a hundred different ways.” She poked at his chest playfully before she pulled back to finish tossing her stuff into the SUV.
King rolled his eyes, smacking her ass lightly before he moved to do the same. “You know, I’ve been thinking about our first dance. I think we should use David Hassel...”
“No.” Claire groaned, looking over at him. “We’re not dancing our first dance to David Hasselhoff, okay? If you want any chance of getting laid on our honeymoon, no way.”