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.
“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.
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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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