Teach You to Dance 1/?
anonymous
June 26 2012, 19:22:26 UTC
Here you go OP, this will hopefully fit some of the bill, I'll wash dishes if it doesn't
"How are my boys doing?" Cortez just nodded as their CO stepped out of the elevator with a cup of coffee in hand.
"We're as productive as you would expect after getting our hands on that tech you bought in ma'am." oh yes scoffed a tiny voice in the back of his head We were very productive watching Vega, productive is exactly the word I would use.
"That is we would be if Mister Vega was less intent on maintaining his six pack and more focused on installing the new mods for the rifles!" James popped out from his mancave with a scowl.
"Come on Esteban! I gotta be in fighting form, I'm an N7 and all!"
"N7 in training." Shepard reminded him with a chuckle. "And don't give me that look-" Oh lord, the look. The look that had gotten him to start daydreaming during some more mindless work. The look that had gotten him to leave the safety of the bar for the rowdy dance floor...
Cortez still didn't know how anybody resisted that look.
James grumbled anyways. "Honestly Lola I'm all... jittery after sitting back from orbit while you took down one of those mechanical bastards on foot! I need to work this off." His sly grin slid into place "Besides, I've been short a dance partner since you taught Scars to tango." Shepard's annoyed glare was somewhat less effective when she was blushing.
"You have plenty of other soldiers to play with Vega, maybe ones you can actually beat." James still had that cocky smirk.
"I dunno Lola, I don't always play nice."
Steve wasn't sure what to make of his brain jumping straight from full contact sparring with Vega to sex on the cargo bay floor. So he filed away the image for later, put on a condescending grin and simply said "Not it."
So in the spirit of gust trying to frustrate him the universe responded by speaking through Shepard. "Actually Steve, that might not be a bad idea."
Eeeeeeee! I had given up hope on seeing this filled! I love it so far. Cortez and Vega are such a rare pair and the line about teaching Garrus to tango is innuend-erful. <3 look forward to more!
Teach You to Dance 2/?
anonymous
July 3 2012, 19:01:23 UTC
Hey! People liked it! Well OP, if you're happy then I'm doing something right. Updates may be slow, real life is making it hard to find time to write but I'm enjoying doing my first fill! Part 2: Ahoy!
“Come on Esteban, you're gonna get hit if you don't move around a bit!” Steve grimaced through the sweat.
“I move while in the air Mr. Vega.” He threw a punch that James dodged effortlessly. “The ground is where things start to get problematic.” His new 'dance-partner' just snickered as he blocked the next punch.
“I was teasing!” He moved back to wait for the next strike. “Come on though, you never know when you'll end up crashed and stuck on the ground.”
“Yes I do.” Cortez huffed as he tossed in an uppercut. “I'll only crash if I let you fly.”
“Har de har har. Come on, hit me.” The marine cackled and danced away from any attempt Steve made.
--- In the end he managed to bruise James's cheek, but he had worked for it. James had dealt him worse hits, including a blow that sent him on his back. “Yes, that will certainly bruise. No fractures and no concussion.” Chakwas informed him, examining the post promenant swelling, around his eye and shoulder blade. “Might I ask why the Lieutenant decided you deserved to be heavily beaten about the face?”
“Shepard thought it would be a good idea to make me brush of on my sparring.”
“Shepard does seem to drag you into danger often enough.” Karin chortled to herself as she finished checking him over. “But it could benefit to practice.” Cortez gave her a noncommital grunt and stood, pulling his shirt back on. It sounded so resonable when Karin said it. She gave him a smile and shooed him out the door, even as she pulled up the latest readout of Shepard’s vitals (sneakily taken via their technologically illiterate commander’s omnitool).
Steve didn’t really have time to mull over if he was too worried for Shepard’s health at the moment because someone was waiting for him.
“Was worried I broke you or somethin’ man.” James said with a relieved grin. “Sorry about the new shiner. That’s not going away for a little bit.” Steve didn’t really respond right away. His brain was still rebooting.
James had been out here all that time. Hadn’t even showered yet. He had been worried about Steve.
That little part of his brain that sounded oddly like a smug bastard was working at least, happy enough to burst into song for the audience of one.
Some people wait a lifetime, for a moment like thiiiiiiiiiis.
Shut up.
Oh come on, we should be celebrating. Perhaps without pants.
You done? Because even if this is the Normandy, I’m a soldier just like Vega. We need to keep this at least somewhat professional. Allers could catch wind of anything and twist it in several painful, publically humilliating directions for the Alliance.
Yeah. Fine, I’m done. Spoilsport.
Steve put on a smile and elbowed Vega. “You thought you could break me from that? Give me a little credit, I’m a marine not some washout recruit.” James chuckled and gave a gentle shove back.
“Good, because we’re doing this again tomorrow.” Cortez gave a melodramatic groan. “I’m sure this counts as abuse somewhere.” James just flashed his cocky grin.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” And then he was gone, leaving that little part of Steve’s brain to silently yell that, yes, he would like that a lot.
Re: Teach You to Dance 2/?
anonymous
July 20 2012, 01:21:42 UTC
I hadn't meant to read this, but now that I started it's really quite charming. Cortez is a great guy and it's nice to hear from him. and the line about 'teaching Scars to tango' made me choke in laughter.
"How are my boys doing?" Cortez just nodded as their CO stepped out of the elevator with a cup of coffee in hand.
"We're as productive as you would expect after getting our hands on that tech you bought in ma'am." oh yes scoffed a tiny voice in the back of his head We were very productive watching Vega, productive is exactly the word I would use.
"That is we would be if Mister Vega was less intent on maintaining his six pack and more focused on installing the new mods for the rifles!" James popped out from his mancave with a scowl.
"Come on Esteban! I gotta be in fighting form, I'm an N7 and all!"
"N7 in training." Shepard reminded him with a chuckle. "And don't give me that look-" Oh lord, the look. The look that had gotten him to start daydreaming during some more mindless work. The look that had gotten him to leave the safety of the bar for the rowdy dance floor...
Cortez still didn't know how anybody resisted that look.
James grumbled anyways. "Honestly Lola I'm all... jittery after sitting back from orbit while you took down one of those mechanical bastards on foot! I need to work this off." His sly grin slid into place "Besides, I've been short a dance partner since you taught Scars to tango." Shepard's annoyed glare was somewhat less effective when she was blushing.
"You have plenty of other soldiers to play with Vega, maybe ones you can actually beat." James still had that cocky smirk.
"I dunno Lola, I don't always play nice."
Steve wasn't sure what to make of his brain jumping straight from full contact sparring with Vega to sex on the cargo bay floor. So he filed away the image for later, put on a condescending grin and simply said "Not it."
So in the spirit of gust trying to frustrate him the universe responded by speaking through Shepard. "Actually Steve, that might not be a bad idea."
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“Come on Esteban, you're gonna get hit if you don't move around a bit!” Steve grimaced through the sweat.
“I move while in the air Mr. Vega.” He threw a punch that James dodged effortlessly. “The ground is where things start to get problematic.” His new 'dance-partner' just snickered as he blocked the next punch.
“I was teasing!” He moved back to wait for the next strike. “Come on though, you never know when you'll end up crashed and stuck on the ground.”
“Yes I do.” Cortez huffed as he tossed in an uppercut. “I'll only crash if I let you fly.”
“Har de har har. Come on, hit me.” The marine cackled and danced away from any attempt Steve made.
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In the end he managed to bruise James's cheek, but he had worked for it. James had dealt him worse hits, including a blow that sent him on his back. “Yes, that will certainly bruise. No fractures and no concussion.” Chakwas informed him, examining the post promenant swelling, around his eye and shoulder blade. “Might I ask why the Lieutenant decided you deserved to be heavily beaten about the face?”
“Shepard thought it would be a good idea to make me brush of on my sparring.”
“Shepard does seem to drag you into danger often enough.” Karin chortled to herself as she finished checking him over. “But it could benefit to practice.” Cortez gave her a noncommital grunt and stood, pulling his shirt back on. It sounded so resonable when Karin said it. She gave him a smile and shooed him out the door, even as she pulled up the latest readout of Shepard’s vitals (sneakily taken via their technologically illiterate commander’s omnitool).
Steve didn’t really have time to mull over if he was too worried for Shepard’s health at the moment because someone was waiting for him.
“Was worried I broke you or somethin’ man.” James said with a relieved grin. “Sorry about the new shiner. That’s not going away for a little bit.” Steve didn’t really respond right away. His brain was still rebooting.
James had been out here all that time. Hadn’t even showered yet. He had been worried about Steve.
That little part of his brain that sounded oddly like a smug bastard was working at least, happy enough to burst into song for the audience of one.
Some people wait a lifetime, for a moment like thiiiiiiiiiis.
Shut up.
Oh come on, we should be celebrating. Perhaps without pants.
You done? Because even if this is the Normandy, I’m a soldier just like Vega. We need to keep this at least somewhat professional. Allers could catch wind of anything and twist it in several painful, publically humilliating directions for the Alliance.
Yeah. Fine, I’m done. Spoilsport.
Steve put on a smile and elbowed Vega. “You thought you could break me from that? Give me a little credit, I’m a marine not some washout recruit.” James chuckled and gave a gentle shove back.
“Good, because we’re doing this again tomorrow.” Cortez gave a melodramatic groan.
“I’m sure this counts as abuse somewhere.” James just flashed his cocky grin.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” And then he was gone, leaving that little part of Steve’s brain to silently yell that, yes, he would like that a lot.
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And don't worry A!A we know that real life comes first, as long as you don't forget about this this fic everything is forgiven. :)
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