Do You Believe In Magic? by the Lovin’ Spoonful
Logan watched with a half smile as Marie twirled on the deck, throwing her hands out and laughing with sheer joy. He knew it had been a good idea to set up the outdoor sound system. She felt claustrophobic inside, around so many people that she could never touch, but when she was outside, she feel freer.
He’d come across music he knew she’d love, and hadn’t been able to rest until he’d figured out a way to get the outdoor deck rigged for stereo sound. He’d left her a note, telling her to go outside, that there was a gift waiting for her, and had sat back to watch the show.
She had known instantly that it was his way of telling her that she’d be okay, no matter what. She began dancing as soon as the music had filled the air, feeling the glee in her soul bubble up until it spilled out of her in the form of laughter. She would be okay. She might not be able to touch people, but there were ways of connecting that didn’t involve skin. Logan had cared enough to show her.
Beautiful, by Akon (and co.)
Hotch pushed his way through the crowd of people, finally reaching the front of the line. The bouncer recognized him with an easy grin and moved aside to let him pass. The club greeted him with pounding bass and smooth vocals, and hundreds of people on the dance floor. How on earth was he going to find her?
He started to head to the bar for a drink, but then people moved aside and he caught sight of her. His breath caught in his throat and he forced himself to swallow, hard. She was wearing… something incredible. Her shoulders were bare, her hair was pulled up to highlight the curve of her shoulder.
He found himself pulled towards her until he stood before her, just watching her dance. Her eyes were closed as she moved in rhythm with the music, and he realized that he was moving as well. The crowd pushed him closer to her until he was pressed against her back, moving with her. She smelled incredible, and he’d never found it harder to keep from sealing his mouth to her collarbone.
She suddenly turned in his arms to face him, and opened her eyes to smile up at him. She didn’t seem that surprised to see him dancing with her, and instead grabbed his hands to place them low on her hips. He grinned down at her in return, and saw her nostrils flare and her pupils dilate in reaction. He knew he didn’t smile all that often, but if this was the effect it had, he’d be sure to do it more around her.
She moved even closer, flicking her tongue out to lick her lips in response, and he groaned. He couldn’t help himself, he’d kept his distance for long enough. One hand slid up to the back of her head, pulling her mouth up to his, while his other hand slid around to the small of her back, pressing her even closer. As their lips finally met, he knew that kissing Emily was what he needed to be doing for the rest of his life.
Forgive Me, by Leona Lewis
She slammed the shot back and put the lime in her mouth, sucking hard to keep the shudder at bay. She normally hated tequila, but tonight was an exception. It was either get drunk, or call her best friend for the eighth time after finding him in bed with another girl, and she knew she didn’t want that on top of everything else. She’d only get a chorus of “I told you so” and “When are you going to leave him?”
For the thousandth time she wondered why she stayed with him. He didn’t care about her, that much she knew. He’d strayed numerous times, but she hadn’t ended it because she held on due to some form of misguided loyalty.
Suddenly her eye caught a stare. Tall, Dark and Handsome was standing at the other end of the bar, watching her thoughtfully as she called out for another shot. She turned back to watch the bartender pour her sixth… eighth… shot of tequila, but spicy cologne interfered before she could throw it back. He was leaning against the bar beside her, a faint frown on his face. “Are you sure you want to do that?” he asked quietly.
She felt irked. She’d been just about ready to stop, but now that he said that, she was determined. Raising a brow at him, she grabbed his hand, licked it, and shook some salt onto him. He didn’t move, and she thought he might’ve been holding his breath. She raised his hand to her mouth, licked the salt off in a smooth swipe, slammed the shot back, then grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down to meet her mouth.
As his lips closed over hers, she spared a thought for the cheating bastard. I’m not sorry, baby.
By The Way That They Dance, by Jump Little Children
She recognized the song instantly, and looked over at him, hoping that he wouldn’t get awkward and want to leave. Instead, a slow grin slid across his face, and she couldn’t help but melt a little inside again. He reached for her, and she moved wordlessly into his arms. He began swaying her gently, singing along with the words as they rocked back and forth. Her heart constricted when he sang the chorus; they hadn’t said anything to one another, even though she knew that she loved him. Determined to keep from over-analyzing, she rested her head against his jaw and listened to his bass voice rumble soothingly. Who knew that Mac would turn out to be such a good singer?
Her eye caught Danny’s from across the room, and she was pleased to see him grinning at them from Aiden’s side. There had been interest at first, but then the infamous power outage had occurred. Spending time with Mac in a deserted lab, unable to get out for sixteen hours had certainly been interesting. And it had worked out for the best, given the way his hand had slid possessively down to the small of her back, fingers just barely touching the curve of her ass.
Mac suddenly spun her out smoothly to let her twirl on the floor before pulling her back into his arms once again. She laughed up at him, loving the way his blue eyes twinkled down at her before he leaned down to press a kiss against her temple. He wasn’t normally big on PDA, which made her breath catch at his action.
As the music slowly ended, he actually bowed to her, prompting a curtsy in return. He kissed her hand, then said lowly, “Let’s get out of here.” Lindsay laughed, nodded and grabbed her coat.
Dirty Little Secret, by All-American Rejects
He slammed her against the wall, mouth fused to hers. She gave a short laugh as she pushed his jacket off quickly, pulling away long enough to yank his t-shirt over his head. When his hands crept up her shirt, pulling her blouse with it, she shivered. No matter how many times they ended up in this position, it felt as intense and wildly hot as the first time they’d crashed together in a furious tangling of tongues and limbs.
A door slammed in the distance, and she jumped. He shook his head in wordless response and sealed his mouth to her collarbone as she worked on his belt buckle. They were keeping their relationship under wraps; the response would be too wildly difficult to gauge, and they had too much going on at the moment. Instead they jumped one another each opportunity they got.
But when the footsteps drew closer, and Danny called, “Stella? Hawkes?” they reluctantly pulled apart and began dressing once more. He muttered, “My place, after work,” and kissed her jaw before walking swiftly to the exit to distract Danny so she could escape.
Stella laughed to herself and shook her head. As crazy as this was, she wouldn’t change it for the world.
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A/N: I have no idea where this came from; I had intended to take it in a completely different direction. But apparently I think that Stella and Hawkes belong together. (from CSI: New York, in case you didn’t know)
Your Song, by Elton John
He grinned, and tapped his pen against his teeth. If his brother could see him now, he’d get the wedgie from Hell. He was acting like a crack-addict around this girl, but he didn’t care. She made him want to create extravagant things. She made every single cliché come to life. God help him, he actually wanted to lasso the moon!
But he was resigned to giving her what he could, which was why he was working furiously at three in the morning. Most writers, when bitten by the bug of romance, would write poems, or a song, or even a short story. Instead, he was trying to become the next Dostoyevsky, and pound out a six-hundred-page novel in a short time. If he could put the story in his head onto paper, he knew, he just knew that it would sell.
With the money from his manuscript, he’d be able to afford a ring. Hopefully his book would make decent sales, and they’d be able to put a down payment on a house… He laughed at himself, and forced his thoughts back into the world he was attempting to create. It was amazing, what man would do for the love of a woman.
Shiver, by Coldplay
She sighed, and turned away. He was gesturing animatedly to his friends, pretending that he didn’t see her once again.
She didn’t mind; they had an unspoken agreement. They didn’t acknowledge one another when in certain social circles. Their relationship was too complicated to explain, anyway.
He’d be knocking at her door soon enough, anyway, with his rougish grin, pizza, and a six-pack. He craved her company as much as she loved his. They spent hours with one another, often falling asleep at one another’s apartments.
She tried not to think about the eventual complications that would arise… although they did not talk about their connection, it was inevitable that they would cross the line eventually. She didn’t know what would happen then, and occasionally she’d worry about the change that would occur. Would it be for the better?
It was only a matter of time. She was already half-way in love with him, and she knew that while it would take him several beers to admit it, she was his favorite person as well. She’d wait for him to gain the maturity to admit it to himself.
She’d wait for him.
Song challenge
I don’t know if you have heard of this, but there’s a fun exercise going around and I thought I’d try my hand at a few. The challenge is this:
Put your iTunes on shuffle, and write a drabble based on each of the first five songs that play. Don’t linger when the song is over, this is an exercise.
It’s difficult to get the rhythm of writing for only 3-4 minutes, but it’s certainly lots of fun to take a song and let it flow through you. I typically hate songfics because a) they seem so immature and b) the author usually inserts the lyrics into their writing, breaking up the flow of the story. Therefore, while these, I suppose, could be considered songfics, I only list the title of the song at the beginning. The story can speak for itself. (I’m such a snob sometimes.)
Sometimes I write from my past experiences, sometimes I create nameless characters, and other times I’ll use characters that we already know. It’s fun to switch it up. I’ll be posting my results under the “Challenge” category, with the song title as the name of the piece. They’re really just exercises but they’re fun to share.
Try it for yourself and let me know what you think! :)
