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Soldier's dancing

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Title: Soldier dancing

Author: Enide Dear

Pairing: AngealxGenesis

Rating: work safe

Summary: Angeal should be grateful. My first idea was to make him tapdance.

A/N: for :iconwindsong98: who won one of the kiribans! The prompt was Angeal, Genesis and dancing :D

  

  

"Sometimes you're no fun at all, darling." Genesis pouted. "What's so wrong with a bit of dancing?"

  

"I just don't dance, Gen." Angeal sighed, going over the arguments once more, as they did every year when the annual ShinRa ball was around the corner. "It's not my thing."

  

"But you know how to move! Combat training, dancing – it's much the same." A little smirk appeared on the red-heads lecherous lips. Angeal tried not to notice, and failed spectacularly. "And I *know* you have rhythm in bed…"

  

"Well, yes. Or no. That's beside the point!" It didn't matter how many years they'd been together – just a few sultry innuendoes out of Genesis' mouth and it never failed to make Angeal feel hot in the most disturbing way. Cursing himself, he mentally decided to hold firm. And then he cursed a bit more as he realized that Genesis double entrants had now invaded his mind. He crossed his arms and took a deep breath, pushing such thoughts away. "Look, I'll take you there, same as always. We'll wine and dine and then you'll have a horde of admirers waiting to dance with you. Isn't that enough?"

  

"No." Genesis glared. "I want to dance with you."

  

"Why? Why me, when there's so many others there?" Exasperated, Angeal spread his hands.

  

Genesis snorted.

  

"Why?  Have you ever tried dancing with anyone lower than a First Class? They sweat so much with nervousness it's quite unhygienic. Except that Kunsel fellow, but last year he tried to smuggle a recorder down my pocket. Gods knows why."

  

"The Turks are not nervous."

  

"No, but they are grabby! And they smell like explosives. I don't spend hundreds of gils on Eau de Lifestream to walk around stinking like a firecracker the rest of the evening."

  

"Zack will be there. He's a nice, well-behaving boy."

  

Genesis sighed and rubbed his eyes.

  

"I know you dote on your puppy, love, but he does have a very apt nickname." When he saw Angeal's confused look, Genesis added. "He drools, Angeal!"

  

"With the outfits you wear, can you really blame him, Gen?"

  

"Oh no. Oh no you don't." Genesis waggled a finger at him. "Flattery won't get you anywhere, not this time."

  

Angeal blinked; this time Genesis was really adamant. Usually, flattery got him *everywhere*. He struggled to get his mind back on track.

  

"You can always dance with the directors."

  

"I'm not dancing with Tuetsi again," Genesis sniffled. "Last year I got cat hair all over my clothes. It was a *bitch* to get out. Scarlett is a walking fashion disaster even more grabby than the Turks, and don't even get me started on those piles of lard that is Palmer and Heidegger."

  

"Sephiroth? Lazard?"

  

"Sephiroth would *love* that, wouldn't he?" A flare of rivalry lit Genesis eyes. "But no such luck for him. And of course I'll dance with Lazard, but I can't do that all night, can I?" Genesis cocked his head and put on his most fetching smile. "And anyway we look fabulous together, dark and red, big and lithe. It's all about contrast to make things interesting. And," he added almost as an after thought. "Because I love you, of course."

  

"I'll step on your foot and ruin your shoes." Angeal knew he was cornered, but damned if he could find a way out of it. This year Genesis was not taking no for an answer.

  

"You will not! You can run over rice paper without leaving a footprint! My chic new shoes are perfectly safe!" Genesis huffed.

  

"I don't know the dances." He stalled.

  

"You can learn a new fighting technique in two days; you have more than two weeks to learn how to waltz." Genesis pointed out.

  

"I….I just don't like being the centre of attention." Angeal slumped a little; this was really the core of his problem.

  

"Oh, Angel-buns, is that what's worrying you? My dear, silly darling.." Genesis rolled his eyes and draped a long arm over his lover's strong shoulders, ruffling his hair with true affection. "With *me* there, do you honestly think anyone will look at *you*?"
Title: Soldier dancing

Author: Enide Dear

Pairing: AngealxGenesis

Rating: work safe

Summary: Angeal should be grateful. My first idea was to make him tapdance.

A/N: for :iconwindsong98: who won one of the kiribans! The prompt was Angeal, Genesis and dancing :D
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XD oh, Genesis, you can be so mean! the second i read 'angel-buns' i almost fell off my bed laughing.