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[SOL! Verse - Just a Dance]

Oct 18, 2010 00:19

It was Jim's third weekend as the diner's regular musician. There hadn't been any real trouble since that first night, though Nyota's father had insisted that if anyone harassed Jim again that she come get him immediately. Nyota just hoped it never became an issue. She and her father were both thrilled to have a musician whose music really meant ( Read more... )

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owns_the_chair October 18 2010, 04:45:00 UTC

The past three weeks had been incredibly rewarding for Jim. The prospect of coming to Uhura's every weekend made the endless, dreary hours of trying to wiggle away from the wandering hands of the waltzing witches slightly more bearable. It was odd, because he'd never really minded it as much as he had recently. Sure there had always been one or two of them who got a bit too frisky, but he'd always just shrugged it off and enjoyed the attention. Now, however, every time he taught the basic steps of the waltz, he thought of deep, brown eyes that were alive with intelligence and a fire that warmed him to his core. And each time he thought about those eyes and who they belonged to, he firmly quenched the idea of moving a certain dark skinned beauty around the floor and into a heated tango or a slow, sensual salsa ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 18 2010, 05:03:14 UTC

She always felt lighter when there was music, even if she had to make the music herself, and there was nothing quite like singing to make the cleaning seem less like a chore and more like something she actually loved. Besides, when she was singing Jim's songs she always felt that she was singing about something that actually mattered ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 18 2010, 05:22:50 UTC

"I'm really kind of selfishly glad you did," he replied, the light banter that had become their usual tone reestablished for the evening. He pushed off the door frame and moved to pick up a dish rag, wiping down a counter. There was no point in him watching her work when he had nothing to do at the moment. "I'd encourage you to learn, but I'd be put out of commission if you did. I'm sure the crowd would much rather look at you than me, gorgeous ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 18 2010, 06:07:44 UTC

“You don't need to do that,” she said automatically when he started cleaning, though she was getting used to him helping out. It pleased her immensely that he didn't think he was above wiping down counters, though she certainly wouldn't say that aloud.

She shot him a sharp look when he called her gorgeous. He was just teasing her, but she still felt the compulsion to insist on being called Miss Uhura, even if there was something about him that made her want to prove that she wasn't hung up on propriety. “That's Miss Gorgeous to you," she replied, mock-serious. "And you could hardly blame the crowd for preferring me, though no one writes music like yours, Jim ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 18 2010, 06:41:55 UTC

The slight objection to his cleaning was dismissed with a slight wave of his hand, though he met her sharp look with a smile that would have been almost angelic if it wasn't for the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "I'd be your most avid fan, Miss Gorgeous. My music and your voice? The audience would never know what hit them ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 18 2010, 07:15:02 UTC

She raised an eyebrow when he actually addressed her as Miss Gorgeous. “Jim and Miss Gorgeous would be an instant sensation,” she agreed, grinning, marveling that it was so comfortable to joke around with him like this ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 18 2010, 07:50:08 UTC

"It's not as glamorous as it sounds," he shrugged, and added as an afterthought. "It's mostly having middle-aged women step on your toes and just... grin and bear it. But yeah, I guess it does beat waiting tables. I don't envy you that one ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 18 2010, 08:56:31 UTC

Nyota resolutely ignored the little jolt she felt when her hand touched his. It was a little unusual for her to be so forward, but there was something about him that made her want to push a little, to challenge, to test her own boundaries. In any event, dancing was surely a harmless activity, and one she'd dreamed about for so long that the chance was too good to pass up. This time, when his eyes met hers, a little thrill of victory went through her, and she was instantly a little surprised at herself.

He led her back out into the restaurant, and her eyes strayed down to his hand on hers, to long, musician's fingers. Her gaze flickered to the jukebox as he picked a song, the slow, melodious music instantly making her want to sway her hips. “You aren't really going to keep calling me Miss Gorgeous,” she said incredulously as she placed a hand on his hip. His explanation made perfect sense considering the choice of music; she was still barely resisting the urge to move her hips to the rhythm. He gave her a searching look, and ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 18 2010, 18:18:18 UTC

The calm confidence with which she moved was unexpected. Apparently, it had been the presence of others that had kept her from letting go last time and surrendering herself to the dance, not him, not any nervousness about the dance itself. It seemed she'd never stop surprising him, never stop putting him just a little off kilter, and he wasn't sure he ever wanted her to. The way she looked at him sometimes with that mix of curiosity, challenge and maybe - just once in while - a tiny flicker of admiration was getting very addictive. It was like she was silently daring him to be better, to do better. It was a challenge he was powerless to resist.

But right now, underneath that calm confidence, was an undercurrent of joy and - dare he hope? - fiery passion that she didn't know what to do with. There was a blush on her cheeks, but she didn't seem to notice or care, and it made him smile tenderly as they moved. "You'll only be Miss Gorgeous to me when we're alone. If for no other reason than the fact I'm pretty sure your dad would ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 19 2010, 09:26:00 UTC

She was acutely aware of his hand on her hip, of the way the angle of his fingers against her changed slightly as she moved with the music. He heart was still racing and it was a little difficult to breathe, but she didn't want to stop, not when he was staring into her eyes and they were moving so perfectly with the music. It felt as if she was made to move like this with him, and she knew right then and there that she had to really learn to dance, no matter what. The rumba made her feel differently than the waltz, made something spark inside her as he guided her around the empty diner. She was definitely looking at him a little curiously, and something like wonder crept into her expression as well, because he brought into her life the dances she'd dreamed of.

She knew she was still blushing, but it didn't matter much when he was smiling at her so gently. She flashed him a grin when he said he'd only call her Miss Gorgeous when they were alone, and shook her head, amused. It was a ridiculous way to address her, but Jim was a ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 19 2010, 23:44:34 UTC

What was usually routine for Jim suddenly became infinitely more interesting and meaningful with the brilliant smile she gave him. Something about her made him want to just hold her in his arms, made him want to make sure she always smiled like that, always had that twinkle of wonder in her eyes. That he'd put that look into those deep, beautiful depths made him just a little bit giddy, made his grip on her tighten minutely. This would be all the contact he'd ever get to have with her, and he was going to treasure every moment of it ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 20 2010, 02:40:39 UTC

Her eyes widened a little when he tangled his fingers with hers and brought them to rest against his chest. He'd technically been holding her hand all along, but this felt different. She wondered if it was a part of the dance but decided not to ask.

His muttered promise made her smile soften. He was probably talking about just the dancing, but there were so many things she'd always wanted to learn. It always felt that no matter how hard she tried, no matter how far she stretched her hand, some things were simply out of reach. Learning to dance properly had always been one of them, and then one day Jim had simply appeared in her life and made the impossible possible. I wonder if he really could teach me other things. She instantly shook off the thought; it was ridiculous for her to get her hopes up. “You should be careful making a promise like that,” she murmured. “I might just take you up on it ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 20 2010, 17:30:58 UTC

The music faded out in the background, but he didn't really notice, just kept moving in the slow rhythm with her. "I was hoping you would," he smiled softly and gave her hand a little squeeze. "I don't make promises I'm not inclined to keep." Especially not to her, and especially when it meant getting to spend more time with her, close to her like they were now, maybe even get to know her better. He had little doubt that a lot of things went on in her head that were never verbalized because it wasn't proper for a woman, particularly a black woman, to speak her mind about them. And he wanted to hear her speak her mind ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 20 2010, 23:38:25 UTC

He kept guiding her around the diner even after the song ended, and she found that she really didn't want to stop dancing with him. Even without music they moved in harmony. Her eyes widened a little when he repeated the promise, and she felt a little thrill of anticipation. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask what else he could do, if he'd been to college, if he spoke other languages, but she forced herself not to. They really didn't know each other well, and he was already being generous by teaching her to dance. Besides, when she really started talking about all the things that interested her, she sometimes got too excited and said a little too much. “I'll hold you to that,” she said instead, the hint of a challenge in her voice ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 21 2010, 00:47:16 UTC

She leaned into him and the dance almost slowed to a halt, their bodies swaying gently to the music. He closed his eyes and expelled a long breath, trying to dispel the images of how it would be to kiss her. It would be so easy to just dip his head a little, trail his lips over those beautiful, high cheekbones of hers and seek out her mouth. Clenching his jaw, he fought against the urge to do just that, even as his cheek slid alongside hers. "I know... I won't tell anyone. How about my place on Monday? You can drop by at seven, I'll be home by then ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 21 2010, 01:32:50 UTC

It definitely made her feel guilty to sneak around like this, but there was no harm in what they were doing, and dancing with him was too wonderful for her to ever want to stop. She tried to convince herself that it wouldn't really be that big of an issue if anyone knew, that it was just easier to keep this between the two of them, but it wasn't exactly working. I am allowed to have this, she thought firmly to herself. I'm not hurting anyone. In the back of her mind was another thought, whispered and painful but empowering none the less: Mother would have approved. She took a deep breath. “Monday works for me. Where do you live ( ... )

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