Author: Laura H fried_flamingo
Disclaimer: The Mouse Owns All
A/N: 100 words for the blackpearlsails prompt 'Jig'. Turns out that those 6 months spent at Irish dancing when I was nine may not have been wasted.
“We’ve danced this before, love.” His words twist and turn, as his fingers tap the rhythm, six beats to the measure, upon her arm. She sidesteps with ease, tongue supple as feet in ghillies.
“’Twas hardly a dance, Captain Sparrow, when you spent more time upon your arse in the sand.” He grins. They dance threes, feet working, but landing in the same spot, always the same spot. His eyes skip, playful, along the length of her.
“There’s another step, y’know. The rise and grind, I do believe.”
The beat changes. Grace replaces swiftness. The dance moves on.