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munninTitle: When we erupt in to the room
Author: Munnin
Verse: Band!AU
Rating: PG, just playing around
Pairing: Dick/Steph
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: band!board meme – master list here.
Summary: After a gig gets canned, Steph and Dick go out clubbing. Inspired by this song. Best played in the background while reading.
A/N: Here you go![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladyblkrose, a dissertation on belly-button lint!
Steph lay on her back, her top riding up as she sprawled out. The day had been long and oppressively hot and she was bored out of her brain. They were meant to be playing tonight but there had been some disaster at the venue and the whole thing had been canned. Tim and Alfred had gone to see what was going on but until they got back...
She picked up her sketch pad and stared at it for a moment before tossing it back down. She was in the wrong mood to draw. She hated being in the wrong mood to draw! It was her outlet and she got so frustrated when she couldn’t find that place in her own head.
She growled and ran a hand over the slight curve of her stomach. Too many Alfred cookies and not enough training. She really needed to do some to blow off this steam. If she could just find her level again...
She sighed and rubbed her tummy, fiddling with her belly button lint. Blue? Why was it blue? Most of her clothes were purple and she was pretty sure she hadn’t been playing in Dick’s wardrobe recently so why blue?
Maybe the red leaked out? Maybe the red dye hid in her belly button till there was enough of it to venture further afield. Maybe that’s what those wretched zits were made of, escaped red. She rubbed her cheek, hating her skin at the moment.
Time to give up the cookies again and train more.
Starting now...
...
...
If she could just get up...
...
...
Dick lingered in the doorway. “So princess? How goes the navel gazing?”
Steph shot him withering look but without malice. “I am considering the nature of belly button lint.”
“Oh, really.” He sauntered across the room, kneeling on the edge of the bed. “And what conclusions have you drawn?”
She flicked the lump of blue fluff off the tip of her finger. “That red leaks out and goes off on its own. It gangs up and becomes zits.”
He raised an eyebrow and shifted further onto the bed till he was kneeling over her. He ran his hands over her exposed belly, exploring each inch of her skin with care from bra edge to the waistband of her shorts.
Steph bit back a sigh as Dick touched her. He was leaning in so close that his hair brushed against her skin and she found herself wondering why she’d never...
But he was Dick, big brother and band leader. Sure, he was gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see that but... he was Dick and therefore...
“Nope.” He muttered with a smile. “I can’t see any migrating red. I think you’re safe at the moment.” He leant up and grinned, all but covering her. Heat and the deep masculine smell that was so him enveloped her and for a moment she felt herself flush. Maybe she could forget the whole it’s Dick thing...just this once.
But Dick sat up, rocking back on his heels. “So Timmy called, we’re off the hook tonight.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her up.
“Then I don’t gotta get up.” She grumbled, all floppy and dead weight as he tried to get her to her feet.
“Yes you do Princess! You have to get up!” Dick pulled her to her feet. “I was so ready to play tonight and now that we’re not; I need to do something!” It was almost a whine as Dick scrambled through her wardrobe, pulling out her favourite partying outfit and throwing the clothes at her. “I’m going clubbing and you’re coming with me!”
She stared at him blankly for a moment.
“Strip woman!” He yelled, grabbing her top and ripping it off. “We have dancing to do!”
“Alright! Alright!” She giggled, dodging away as he tried to tickle her. “I got it. We’re going clubbing. Now out!” She shoved him towards the door and closed it behind him with a sigh, it was going to be an interesting night!
***
Dick caught hold of her hand as they headed towards the door of the club. Instinctively Steph reached from her ID. It was fake but Oracle-grade and impossible to spot from the real thing and as much as she knew that, she hated having to use it. She wasn’t far off 21 but still...
Dick stepped past the line up, heading straight for the door. At first the very large black bouncer looked annoyed but Dick leant in, pressed a hand to the front of the man’s shirt and whispering in the man’s ear.
“Welcome to Club Roam, Mr Grayson.” The man answered with a broad smile, stepping back to let them through. Steph noticed as they crossed the velvet rope that Dick let his hand linger on the man’s shirtfront for just a beat longer than he needed to.
“Flirt.” She teased as they eased into the club.
“Every chance I get.” He answered with a smile, squeezing her hand and pushing his way to the floor.
The dance floor was a seething mass of bodies, hot and sweaty as they joined in. The bass-beat of the DJ’s mix went straight to her hindbrain and Steph started to move with it, letting the music carry her. It felt sooo good to just dance! It’d been forever since she had a chance to cut loose like this.
Neither Damian nor Alfred were partiers, Jay’s idea of a night out was a game of pool and a bar fight and Tim...
She loved Tim but when it came to dancing, he had no style. Ballroom, yes; the waltz, no problems but anything he didn’t know the steps to? Not good! Tim would much rather watch from the sides than reveal how very white he could be. They had a couple of songs and routines they trained with but beyond that...
Dick however...
Steph took a sec to catch her breath and grab some water from the bar. She lingered from a while, watching her brother dance. Dick was the very personification of the grace, lithe and sinewy and surrounded by a flock of admirers. His eyes closed and his arms above his head, he moved like he was born to this. He danced like he had nothing else on his mind, completely unaffected by the fact every eye in the room was on him, every woman and almost every man was gagging for him. My gorgeous brother Steph thought to herself with a smile. He knows how beautiful he is and just doesn’t care.
A new song struck up, something she didn’t recognise but could feel the pull of and Dick lunged through the crowd to grab her hand, dragging her back in.
When we erupt in to the room,
And hear the sub go boom,
A feeling easy to resume,
This right here I swear will end too soon.
***
Hours later, near dawn they tumbled back to the hotel, grinning and exhausted. Dick paused in the doorway of her room, smiling as she fell backwards onto the bed. “You ok there, Princess?”
“Oh yeah!”She muttered breathlessly, laughing as he knelt at her feet to help her out of her shoes. “I had fun.”
He knelt up, kissing her knee as he tossed her pumps aside. “You and me both.”
She caught his hand and pulled him up, kissing him deeply before she had a chance to rethink it.
Dick kissed back, passionate and warm but not as demanding as she expected.
“Why have we never...?” she asked, breathless and humming.
He grinned, pressing his forehead to hers, her blonde curls clinging to his skin. “’Cause you’re never asked Princess.” He pushed back her sweat lank hair. “Do you want to?”
She bit her lip, letting the cool of the evening clear her head. “No babe, it’s not...we’re not...”
“It’s ok beautiful. I get it.” He smiled and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I had a great night. Thanks.” He sat up and pushed her back onto the bed, pausing in the doorway. “Sleep sweet Princess. And don’t hurt Jay too bad hey?”
She sniggered and rolled over. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea but first she wanted to draw!
Author: Munnin
Verse: Band!AU
Rating: PG, just playing around
Pairing: Dick/Steph
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: band!board meme – master list here.
Summary: After a gig gets canned, Steph and Dick go out clubbing. Inspired by this song. Best played in the background while reading.
A/N: Here you go
ladyblkrose, a dissertation on belly-button lint!Steph lay on her back, her top riding up as she sprawled out. The day had been long and oppressively hot and she was bored out of her brain. They were meant to be playing tonight but there had been some disaster at the venue and the whole thing had been canned. Tim and Alfred had gone to see what was going on but until they got back...
She picked up her sketch pad and stared at it for a moment before tossing it back down. She was in the wrong mood to draw. She hated being in the wrong mood to draw! It was her outlet and she got so frustrated when she couldn’t find that place in her own head.
She growled and ran a hand over the slight curve of her stomach. Too many Alfred cookies and not enough training. She really needed to do some to blow off this steam. If she could just find her level again...
She sighed and rubbed her tummy, fiddling with her belly button lint. Blue? Why was it blue? Most of her clothes were purple and she was pretty sure she hadn’t been playing in Dick’s wardrobe recently so why blue?
Maybe the red leaked out? Maybe the red dye hid in her belly button till there was enough of it to venture further afield. Maybe that’s what those wretched zits were made of, escaped red. She rubbed her cheek, hating her skin at the moment.
Time to give up the cookies again and train more.
Starting now...
...
...
If she could just get up...
...
...
Dick lingered in the doorway. “So princess? How goes the navel gazing?”
Steph shot him withering look but without malice. “I am considering the nature of belly button lint.”
“Oh, really.” He sauntered across the room, kneeling on the edge of the bed. “And what conclusions have you drawn?”
She flicked the lump of blue fluff off the tip of her finger. “That red leaks out and goes off on its own. It gangs up and becomes zits.”
He raised an eyebrow and shifted further onto the bed till he was kneeling over her. He ran his hands over her exposed belly, exploring each inch of her skin with care from bra edge to the waistband of her shorts.
Steph bit back a sigh as Dick touched her. He was leaning in so close that his hair brushed against her skin and she found herself wondering why she’d never...
But he was Dick, big brother and band leader. Sure, he was gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see that but... he was Dick and therefore...
“Nope.” He muttered with a smile. “I can’t see any migrating red. I think you’re safe at the moment.” He leant up and grinned, all but covering her. Heat and the deep masculine smell that was so him enveloped her and for a moment she felt herself flush. Maybe she could forget the whole it’s Dick thing...just this once.
But Dick sat up, rocking back on his heels. “So Timmy called, we’re off the hook tonight.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her up.
“Then I don’t gotta get up.” She grumbled, all floppy and dead weight as he tried to get her to her feet.
“Yes you do Princess! You have to get up!” Dick pulled her to her feet. “I was so ready to play tonight and now that we’re not; I need to do something!” It was almost a whine as Dick scrambled through her wardrobe, pulling out her favourite partying outfit and throwing the clothes at her. “I’m going clubbing and you’re coming with me!”
She stared at him blankly for a moment.
“Strip woman!” He yelled, grabbing her top and ripping it off. “We have dancing to do!”
“Alright! Alright!” She giggled, dodging away as he tried to tickle her. “I got it. We’re going clubbing. Now out!” She shoved him towards the door and closed it behind him with a sigh, it was going to be an interesting night!
***
Dick caught hold of her hand as they headed towards the door of the club. Instinctively Steph reached from her ID. It was fake but Oracle-grade and impossible to spot from the real thing and as much as she knew that, she hated having to use it. She wasn’t far off 21 but still...
Dick stepped past the line up, heading straight for the door. At first the very large black bouncer looked annoyed but Dick leant in, pressed a hand to the front of the man’s shirt and whispering in the man’s ear.
“Welcome to Club Roam, Mr Grayson.” The man answered with a broad smile, stepping back to let them through. Steph noticed as they crossed the velvet rope that Dick let his hand linger on the man’s shirtfront for just a beat longer than he needed to.
“Flirt.” She teased as they eased into the club.
“Every chance I get.” He answered with a smile, squeezing her hand and pushing his way to the floor.
The dance floor was a seething mass of bodies, hot and sweaty as they joined in. The bass-beat of the DJ’s mix went straight to her hindbrain and Steph started to move with it, letting the music carry her. It felt sooo good to just dance! It’d been forever since she had a chance to cut loose like this.
Neither Damian nor Alfred were partiers, Jay’s idea of a night out was a game of pool and a bar fight and Tim...
She loved Tim but when it came to dancing, he had no style. Ballroom, yes; the waltz, no problems but anything he didn’t know the steps to? Not good! Tim would much rather watch from the sides than reveal how very white he could be. They had a couple of songs and routines they trained with but beyond that...
Dick however...
Steph took a sec to catch her breath and grab some water from the bar. She lingered from a while, watching her brother dance. Dick was the very personification of the grace, lithe and sinewy and surrounded by a flock of admirers. His eyes closed and his arms above his head, he moved like he was born to this. He danced like he had nothing else on his mind, completely unaffected by the fact every eye in the room was on him, every woman and almost every man was gagging for him. My gorgeous brother Steph thought to herself with a smile. He knows how beautiful he is and just doesn’t care.
A new song struck up, something she didn’t recognise but could feel the pull of and Dick lunged through the crowd to grab her hand, dragging her back in.
When we erupt in to the room,
And hear the sub go boom,
A feeling easy to resume,
This right here I swear will end too soon.
***
Hours later, near dawn they tumbled back to the hotel, grinning and exhausted. Dick paused in the doorway of her room, smiling as she fell backwards onto the bed. “You ok there, Princess?”
“Oh yeah!”She muttered breathlessly, laughing as he knelt at her feet to help her out of her shoes. “I had fun.”
He knelt up, kissing her knee as he tossed her pumps aside. “You and me both.”
She caught his hand and pulled him up, kissing him deeply before she had a chance to rethink it.
Dick kissed back, passionate and warm but not as demanding as she expected.
“Why have we never...?” she asked, breathless and humming.
He grinned, pressing his forehead to hers, her blonde curls clinging to his skin. “’Cause you’re never asked Princess.” He pushed back her sweat lank hair. “Do you want to?”
She bit her lip, letting the cool of the evening clear her head. “No babe, it’s not...we’re not...”
“It’s ok beautiful. I get it.” He smiled and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I had a great night. Thanks.” He sat up and pushed her back onto the bed, pausing in the doorway. “Sleep sweet Princess. And don’t hurt Jay too bad hey?”
She sniggered and rolled over. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea but first she wanted to draw!
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Date: 2010-09-26 01:01 pm (UTC)And this line: “’Cause you’re never asked Princess.”
Oh, *Dick*. This is why I adore him. XD
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Date: 2010-09-26 01:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-09-26 02:02 pm (UTC)Oh Steph and Dick are hot on the dance floor and I love Steph's theory on belly button lint. :)
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Date: 2010-09-26 02:07 pm (UTC)Just tiny thing: what does Dick mean when he tells her 'don't hurt Jay too bad'?
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Date: 2010-09-27 04:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-09-28 02:14 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing and please keep it up.
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