A/N: Okay yes, this is a high school musical song BUT the very contrast to the characters is what tickled my fancy. (That and I love this pairing.)

It's not exactly a song fic but I do use some of the song. (7 lines)

NEXT: there are a thimbleful of naughty implications at the end of this but nothing explicit.

FINALLY: Enjoy my loves!

Take my hand, take a breath.

Wednesday felt the pale hand wrap into hers and she looked up into cold grey eyes. His other hand locked possessively around her waist and he drew her in closer. There was a half smirk on his face and it made her eyes lock onto his.

Now won't you promise me that you'll never forget.

"Wednesday Addams, I have waited for so long to show you how to dance." His voice was low enough for only her to hear as they slow danced across the Addams' ballroom.

"Are you telling me Baratheon that I do not know how to dance?" She asked lightly, her fingers tightening on his shoulder and in his grip, she heard the satisfying crunch and watched the anger flick into his eyes and then flick out again.

"I would never insult my lady like that." Joffrey answered smoothly as their postures mirrored one another; closely held tension as their battle stakes rose higher with each step, with each word.

It's one in a million the chances of feeling the way we do.

"I would hope not, I have yet to test my new electric chair." Her eyes almost lightened; almost – Joffrey was getting better at reading her emotions but only just, Wednesday was still a surprise he had yet to fully unravel. When he was a child Joffrey was the first to break his toys. As he grew up he was the same with the people he was introduced to, he liked to test their boundaries, find their weak spots and manipulate them to do his bidding, breaking them to his will. Wednesday resisted in almost every shape and form of manipulation but Joffrey had found her weak spot – her emotions. Like any woman she was governed by them.

"Would you use that on your betrothed?" He whispered, pulling her flush to him and smirked when Wednesday's nails dug into his fingers, drawing blood.

"I would, undoubtedly." She answered sweetly. "I have yet to find another who can take so much of my work and still survive." She allowed him to lead her across the floor as they carefully missed other odd looking couples.

Wednesday knew all of Joffrey's weakest points – his hot head and temper would lead him into many traps, and she knew that he was irrevocably in love with her. He was also unaware that she was leading him on this chase, she was clever enough to allow him the lead, even if it was nothing but a façade. She was silently pulling the strings and her Joff puppet danced to her whims. She knew she had a fondness for the blonde and that was the weakest she would ever become.

Her attachment to Joffrey had been a problem at first. She did nothing but think on it, she observed others – those that would class them as normal (she would class them as dull or breakable) and attachments definitely weakened them so she withdrew, her thoughts at war with the spark of emotion in her black heart until she observed her parents. Wednesday was the spit of Morticia. She watched Morticia's aloof behaviour and saw herself mirrored, she realised her mother was strengthened by her father's love for her, not weakened and logic began to allow her attachment to Joffrey.

Wednesday would never say she was in love, maybe eventually she would, but Joffrey definitely strengthened her true nature, the pair sparked well off one another – the nightmare they could inflict on the boring folk in the nearest town almost had her salivating.

And with every step together we just keep on getting better.

"Only for you my love." Joffrey breathed across her ear as they pulled closer. He smiled at her parents as they waltzed past, Gomez oblivious to everything except his wife, while Morticia smiled at the pair.

"I think we shall walk outside." Wednesday slowed the dance as they reached the fringes of the crowd, leaving mid dance to walk the path around the edge of the house.

"I do not think we are allowed to leave our own engagement party." He raised an eyebrow as she stared out at the cemetery. Without a warning he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her slight frame. "Can I have this dance?" He whispers, his breath tickling the shell of her ear.

"I think as the bride and groom to be we can do as we please, and as a smart groom you will always listen to your bride." Wednesday span in his arms to look up at the cold face of her fiancée. "Yes you can have this dance, and every dance hereafter." She smiles slightly at him.

Joffrey leads her down the crumbling steps of the back porch to the worn bowls lawn at the back of the house and is quietly surprised when she stands closer to him than before, but he refuses to comment, keeping his mouth shut for once.

Instead they dance to the faint music from the ballroom, moving as one over the molehills and weeds. He spins her out, locking his fingers with hers and pulling her back to his chest, pressing a quick kiss to just beneath her ear. Her hair has been done up in a bun for tonight, her customary plaits gone which Joffrey was sad to see as they were so fun to pull. Her black engagement dress is thigh high, silk overlaid with moth eaten lace, a white lace collar leaving her throat bare for his kisses.

Don't be afraid, afraid to fall , you know I'll catch you through it all.

He dipped her, his hand sliding up her thigh until her fingers lock around his and he pulls her back up, his forehead pressing to hers.

"A king does not listen to anyone." He whispers and watches as she starts to disentangle herself from his grip.

"Then that King is a fool." She says icily. "A good king will always listen to his Queen." She turns back to face him, shadowed by the flickering gas lamp outside he can barely make out her features, but her tone of voice tell him everything.

"If I say you didn't let me finish will you believe me?" He offers by the way of consolation.

"No."

"Then will you accept my apologies?" The words are out of his mouth before his brain really registers that he has offered an apology. Even Wednesday has stilled, but she suspects a trick.

"If they are given on your knees, begging." Her answer is definitive and Joffrey finds him falling on his knees for his Queen. Somewhere his brain registers no other woman would conquer him this way but Wednesday is not anything akin to normal.

"My Queen, I beg you to forgive your foolhardy King. I will not promise that I will refrain from angering you – in fact I look forward to angering you, you provide the most delicious of punishments." His mind flickers to the riding crop she keeps by her bed and his trousers seem slightly tighter. Wednesday on the other hand is calm and collected.

"Anything else?" She asks tartly. He shakes his head and is dismayed when she walks away.

"Wednesday?" He asks, licking his lips, still on his knees. She stops at the threshold back into their engagement party.

"Like you said, I give the most delicious of punishments." She says without turning to look at her humbled beloved before stepping back into the party, leaving Joffrey with mixed feelings of lust, terror and excitement.

He wouldn't change it for the world.

What we have is worth fighting for

You know I believe that we were meant to be.