Barney/Riza - Steps (for 11_reasons)
Fandom: typochronicles
Title: Steps
Pairings: BARNEY/RIZA. I forgot to edit this before orz. Kill me now.
Rating: HIMYM. Yes, that's now a rating. |D
Prompt: "dance"
Warnings: Barney Stinson. Is that enough of a warning for you? |D
"It's simple. Just watch my feet."
Step, step, step-step-step.
She has never considered herself a clumsy person. She can't allow herself to be. A moment's hesitation to move can cost you your life in war; she knows this better than most. Still, this is - well - she's not particularly good at it. The military has no use for dancing.
Step, step, step-step-step.
It's not that she's tripping over her own feet trying to keep up, stumbling - she's just not used to this sort of movement, elegance and grace as opposed to the need for coordination.
She's not sure she likes it. Maybe. Maybe not.
"You're doing fine," he tells her, with another lazy smile. This is so getting me laid tonight, that's what he should be thinking, that's what he always thinks in these situations - used to think. She's... not different, exactly, he's known (and slept with) serious girls before (no soldiers, though, not as far as he knows - but then it's not as if their profession is the first thing on his mind - what up!) but... something about this place, something about her - he knows it won't be happening any time soon.
Step, step, step-step- just like that, the music draws to a close, one final note lingering and then fading. They stop, one relieved, one almost reluctantly, but he doesn't move his hand from her waist.
"Who'd have thought? You're a good dancer."
"Hardly." There is nothing bashful or compliment-searching in her voice; she's only telling the truth as she sees it.
"No need to be so modest." He grins and shifts the position of his arm, drawing her closer. "Now. Another dance, or there's always my apartme-"
"No, thank you," she says, stepping back. "But would you like some punch?"
He nods, and thinks, shaking his head, as she walks away, I should have seen that one coming.
Title: Steps
Pairings: BARNEY/RIZA. I forgot to edit this before orz. Kill me now.
Rating: HIMYM. Yes, that's now a rating. |D
Prompt: "dance"
Warnings: Barney Stinson. Is that enough of a warning for you? |D
"It's simple. Just watch my feet."
Step, step, step-step-step.
She has never considered herself a clumsy person. She can't allow herself to be. A moment's hesitation to move can cost you your life in war; she knows this better than most. Still, this is - well - she's not particularly good at it. The military has no use for dancing.
Step, step, step-step-step.
It's not that she's tripping over her own feet trying to keep up, stumbling - she's just not used to this sort of movement, elegance and grace as opposed to the need for coordination.
She's not sure she likes it. Maybe. Maybe not.
"You're doing fine," he tells her, with another lazy smile. This is so getting me laid tonight, that's what he should be thinking, that's what he always thinks in these situations - used to think. She's... not different, exactly, he's known (and slept with) serious girls before (no soldiers, though, not as far as he knows - but then it's not as if their profession is the first thing on his mind - what up!) but... something about this place, something about her - he knows it won't be happening any time soon.
Step, step, step-step- just like that, the music draws to a close, one final note lingering and then fading. They stop, one relieved, one almost reluctantly, but he doesn't move his hand from her waist.
"Who'd have thought? You're a good dancer."
"Hardly." There is nothing bashful or compliment-searching in her voice; she's only telling the truth as she sees it.
"No need to be so modest." He grins and shifts the position of his arm, drawing her closer. "Now. Another dance, or there's always my apartme-"
"No, thank you," she says, stepping back. "But would you like some punch?"
He nods, and thinks, shaking his head, as she walks away, I should have seen that one coming.