Two to Tango
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Summary: Riven and Musa seem like the most unlikely of couples. What does a dark, arrogant jerk have in common with a peppy, musical princess have in common? You'd be surprised.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Winx Club or the song "Butterfly" of DDR fame.
"Faster Riven!" Musa gasped as her body moved.
"I'm trying, dammit!" the red haired specialist growled, lithe body straining.
Sweat was pouring down both their faces and the room definitely was hot with tension as well as the combined body heat. Riven grunted, so tired but so close… Maybe the too perky fairy would finally shut up about settling their business together. Just a little more…
Musa looked at Riven, admiring him for a moment, each muscle strained and moving, beautifully etched out on his smooth, pale skin. She continued to move however, unwilling to concede to him.
"You are mad, woman!" Riven snarled at her. "I never know how you got me into this!" But his cobalt eyes held a spark of pleasure, his grimace more like a grin than anything else.
Musa's dark eyes danced at him. "Feminine charm, my dear!" she chortled, never once breaking their rhythm. "I have plenty of experience after all!"
The music that she had chosen, that stupid, stupid techno (in Riven's opinion) pounded in the background, the underlying rhythm a match to their racing hearts. But Musa never lost a beat, body moving perfectly to his. Little Butterfly indeed.
"Ai yi yi, I'm your little butterfly, green, black and blue, make the colors in the sky!" Musa sang in accompaniment. "Where's my samurai!" She winked at Riven.
Riven found himself flushing but he actually smiled at her, continuing on even more fervently, determined to not let her get the best of him. The music continued to pound as they moved, in an intricate dance that made their blood rise and hearts pound even faster.
Finally as the music ended with the last chord, Riven slipped, tripping as he managed to make the last steps. Musa looked at him triumphantly, but he tripped her and she fell on his bare chest, giggling furiously.
"Dammit, woman," Riven said, his exhaustion still in his voice as he reached for his shirt. "I'm never playing DDR again with you."
What did you guys expect? Ooh, you all have dirty minds. XP
This was based on a Weiss Kreuz fiction that I read a few months ago so thank you, Kouri and Karasu, I bow to your greatness. I personally am a great lover of jokes that involve hearing the wrong things at the wrong times, as I have been the victim of that a few times as well as my friends. Some things should not be heard out of context. Like history. As my AP teacher would say. /laughs/ I hope you enjoyed it everone.