Dance Along the Edge (17/20)
Title: Dance Along the Edge (17/20)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Obi-Wan
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Star Wars
Spoilers: Episode II; all Clone Wars media
Summary: Snark, comedy, action, a hint of romance; what's not to love? A series of of Buffy/Obi-Wan drabbles set during the Clone Wars
Disclaimer: Joss owns "Buffy," Lucas owns "Star Wars," I own my gloves.
AN: This series of drabbles was originally written for the Paradise Lost November Drabble-a-Thon challenge. Most of these drabbles will probably be used and expanded in a story I'm currently plotting and will hopefully start writing once finals are over. Thanks to the amazing revdorothyl for betaing!
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen
Prompt: Romance
"Have I mentioned that I think this job is stupid?" Buffy quietly muttered to Ben, who was standing beside her.
"Only several times over the last few hours," he answered, his mouth quirking slightly as he did so. "Trust me, I find this assignment just as idiotic as you do, but this may be the best way to find out who is selling Republic secrets to the Separatists."
"By going to a ball?" Buffy asked incredulously, trying not to choke on the stench of perfume that everyone seemed to be wearing in overabundance. She resisted the urge to scratch at the dress she was wearing, wishing that she had been able to wear something less ... ornate and pouffy. She liked dressing up as much as the next girl, but her outfit right now was bordering on the ridiculous. Stupid galaxy with its stupid fashion sense.
"All of our sources say that the transfer will happen here," Obi-Wan explained for what felt like the hundredth time.
"And while we're waiting for that to happen, we get to stand here, wasting time and looking conspicuous," Buffy commented under her breath. She had been to some balls during her time with Padmé, but she still didn't like them. They were too stuffy for her tastes. Give her a club to dance in, and she was a happy Slayer. Here? Not so much.
"Well, if you're worried about looking conspicuous, I have an idea," Ben muttered to her, and before she fully realized what was happening, he grabbed her hand and whirled her onto the dance floor.
"Ben! What are you doing?" she hissed at him under her breath as he placed his hand around her waist and began to lead.
"Dancing. What did you think I was doing?" he asked, his eyes crinkling in a smile. "How else are we to fit in?" Buffy was going to respond, but she decided to let it go, concentrating on the steps. "Relax," he whispered to her softly, his breath tickling her ear. "Just follow my lead." Buffy let out a deep breath and leaned in slightly.
"I didn't know you could dance," she said, focusing on the moment and beginning to enjoy herself. There was something so... right about this, she couldn't really explain it.
"You should know by now I'm full of surprises," he replied with a low voice and a smile on his face. She returned it, and they continued to dance in pleasurable silence until the song ended. Their faces ended up inches from each other, both breathing slightly deeper than normal. They didn't move, each frozen in the moment. Finally, Buffy pulled away.
"Thank you for that dance, General Kenobi," she said, giving him an awkward curtsey.
"My pleasure," he answered, bowing in return. "Now what do you say we go catch a spy?" he added, offering her his arm. She laughed and took it.
"Let's do this," she answered. Maybe this assignment wasn't so bad after all.
Part Eighteen
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Obi-Wan
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Star Wars
Spoilers: Episode II; all Clone Wars media
Summary: Snark, comedy, action, a hint of romance; what's not to love? A series of of Buffy/Obi-Wan drabbles set during the Clone Wars
Disclaimer: Joss owns "Buffy," Lucas owns "Star Wars," I own my gloves.
AN: This series of drabbles was originally written for the Paradise Lost November Drabble-a-Thon challenge. Most of these drabbles will probably be used and expanded in a story I'm currently plotting and will hopefully start writing once finals are over. Thanks to the amazing revdorothyl for betaing!
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen
Prompt: Romance
"Have I mentioned that I think this job is stupid?" Buffy quietly muttered to Ben, who was standing beside her.
"Only several times over the last few hours," he answered, his mouth quirking slightly as he did so. "Trust me, I find this assignment just as idiotic as you do, but this may be the best way to find out who is selling Republic secrets to the Separatists."
"By going to a ball?" Buffy asked incredulously, trying not to choke on the stench of perfume that everyone seemed to be wearing in overabundance. She resisted the urge to scratch at the dress she was wearing, wishing that she had been able to wear something less ... ornate and pouffy. She liked dressing up as much as the next girl, but her outfit right now was bordering on the ridiculous. Stupid galaxy with its stupid fashion sense.
"All of our sources say that the transfer will happen here," Obi-Wan explained for what felt like the hundredth time.
"And while we're waiting for that to happen, we get to stand here, wasting time and looking conspicuous," Buffy commented under her breath. She had been to some balls during her time with Padmé, but she still didn't like them. They were too stuffy for her tastes. Give her a club to dance in, and she was a happy Slayer. Here? Not so much.
"Well, if you're worried about looking conspicuous, I have an idea," Ben muttered to her, and before she fully realized what was happening, he grabbed her hand and whirled her onto the dance floor.
"Ben! What are you doing?" she hissed at him under her breath as he placed his hand around her waist and began to lead.
"Dancing. What did you think I was doing?" he asked, his eyes crinkling in a smile. "How else are we to fit in?" Buffy was going to respond, but she decided to let it go, concentrating on the steps. "Relax," he whispered to her softly, his breath tickling her ear. "Just follow my lead." Buffy let out a deep breath and leaned in slightly.
"I didn't know you could dance," she said, focusing on the moment and beginning to enjoy herself. There was something so... right about this, she couldn't really explain it.
"You should know by now I'm full of surprises," he replied with a low voice and a smile on his face. She returned it, and they continued to dance in pleasurable silence until the song ended. Their faces ended up inches from each other, both breathing slightly deeper than normal. They didn't move, each frozen in the moment. Finally, Buffy pulled away.
"Thank you for that dance, General Kenobi," she said, giving him an awkward curtsey.
"My pleasure," he answered, bowing in return. "Now what do you say we go catch a spy?" he added, offering her his arm. She laughed and took it.
"Let's do this," she answered. Maybe this assignment wasn't so bad after all.
Part Eighteen