Dancing on the Meatship? Sounds like Risky Business to me.

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

The Sensoriums are empty. Everyone's working, you should be nice and alone. You grin to yourself, conjuring a hardwood floor, and a set of stairs.

You grab an object. Could be a wand, a sword, a feather duster, a candlestick. You don't give a shit. You don a loose shirt, a nice set of underwear, and some socks (for those of you who can wear socks).

Finally, you push everything on the stereo all the way to the max. As the piano music starts up, you slide into the doorway.

You're dancing. You're grooving. Hell, you might even be singing.

But part-way into your routine, you realize the horrible truth.

You're not alone. Someone is watching you.

Who is it? What will you do?

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[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

Too late now. She just kicked aside said pants away from them. What does that tell you?

"You learn fast," she compliments him, humming against his ear.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Oh boy.

He leaned back against the cushy arm of the chair, and adjusted his legs over the over arm, and got comfy in her lap.

"Right, well, here I am, pants-less and completely at your mercy."

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

Well. This is a pleasant change. He looks a lot different now from the blushy, skittish moron just minutes before.

"Hmm. That you are." She walks her fingers along his good leg, stopping at his exposed thigh and delivers a playful little pinch to it.

"What ever shall I do with you now?" It's purposely left open for him. Hey, it was nice to hear him out every so often. She can be benevolent!

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

He squirmed at the pinching, wiggling his legs.

As for her question, that was a very good question indeed.

"Any--anything you want?" he suggested hopefully.

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

She eyes him a moment then flashes a mischievous smile.

"Fine. I guess I'll have you dance on my lap. And if you happen to sing, we'll just fill that in as an added bonus," she coo's gently, her fingers drumming on his fleshy leg for clear emphasis.

Aaah, now she is being touchy-feely to demonstrate exactly what she means. And he's a smart fellow. Surely he can put two and two together.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"I can--I can do that. I...I..." Hiccup murmured as she started to get a little handsy, his own hands sliding over top hers, guiding them. "I...I am so not...articulate...like this."

Music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQV9I3Seo2I) kicked on. Helpfully.

I've been really tryin', baby
Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long
And if you feel like I feel, baby
Then, c'mon, oh, c'mon
Let's get it on--

"Real cute. Music off," Hiccup called out. No distractions.

Where his leg dangled over the arm of the chair, his toes started to curl.

Fade to black, baby. Faaade to black.