<USS Avalon> "The Same Dance Floor"

?The Same Dance Floor?
by Lieutenant Commander Javan Sierra
& Ensign Caine Reilly McKinsley



Tuxedos were his thing. No matter the color and no matter the style, Javan always seemed to pull it off and look good. Now, clad in his black coat with matching tie and perfectly pressed pants, Javan strolled down the corridor turning heads and drawing looks of curiosity from those passing by. He straightened his collar and adjusted his tie back into the right position. After all that he pressed the chime on his date's door.

Caine was finishing the last touches on her hair when she heard the chime. She felt kind of bad because this was the second date she was to go on with Javan and both times she had not been truly ready when he came. "Come in," she said from her room. Hearing him walk in she yelled, "Make your self at home. I'm running a little late again, I'm sorry."

She finished pinning up her hair and picked up her blue dress from the bed. It was the same color as her eyes and it slipped nicely down her form. She tried her hardest, but could not get the zipper all the way up. Her arms were through the straps and holding the neckline against her breast; she meekly walked out to the living area where Javan waited.

She spoke quietly and blushed furiously, "I'm sorry, but I can't seem to get the zipper zipped up all the way. Can you please do it for me?"

Javan smiled and stood, cracking his knuckles. "I don't know. I can handle Klingons with Bat'leths and Romulans with disrupters, but I'm not sure that I can take on a zipper of this magnitude." He walked over to her slowly and zipped up the clasping device to the top. "Man, I'm spent."

He offered the lovely lady, matching in the blue that was her dress, his arm and motioned towards the corridor beyond the door. He was happy that he'd finally be able to get closer to her than he'd done before, but it wasn't all about a sexual relation. Javan was happy to be with her, just in her very presence. There was no way to describe it, Javan surmised, but her aura was something that drew him to her. "Shall we go?"

"Thank you so much." Caine smiled shyly at him. "Let me just get my shoes." Caine turned and walked into her room. Slipping on her shoes, she checked her make-up and hair one last time. She walked out and finally looked at Javan. Her breath caught in her throat; he was gorgeous tonight. She began to blush at her slightly lustful thoughts about him and dropped her eyes. "I'm ready now," she said, her voice low.

They walked down the corridor arm in arm, but the hallways were seemingly less inhabited as they had once been. Earlier there was someone at every turn, but now they were lucky to see anyone at all. The holodeck loomed up ahead and Javan unhooked himself from Caine. He tapped the console and the doors parted like the Red Sea. Together, they strode into the fray.

The room was large with a vaulted ceiling. Lavish tapestries hung from the walls and gave a sense of definition to the baron surfaces that they'd covered. Uniformed men walked around the crowds with golden and silver plates littered with bubbling liquids and steaming food items. Couples danced on the finely finished ballroom dance floor in complete tandem, their unity was quite impeccable. Javan crossed his arms as he let Caine take it all in.

She stood in awe. Never having spent much time in the holodeck, this was a bit new for her. "Wow," she whispered. "This is amazing. I didn't know the holodeck could produce things like this.? Smiling she looked at Javan, "Thank you."

"Thank me later," He let his words linger with another meaning, but pressed on without a second glance. "Have you ever been ballroom dancing before?" He grabbed her arm and swept her from the sanctuary of the arch into the bustling crowds that hogged the dance floor.

Caine allowed herself to be pulled along. "Yes. It was something all of us children had to learn back home. I love doing it, but it has been awhile, so I might be a little rusty at first." Caine refused to actually think about the last time she had been ballroom dancing, which was a memory she had been trying to suppress for a while now.

"We're going to have to get a lot closer than this," he motioned to the hole between them that was almost the size of a warp core. He pulled her closer to him and cupped his right hand in her left, and moved his left hand around to her waist. He made a smirk and then jumped into the dancing line. They twirled and swayed, but he felt as if he was too fast and she wasn't keeping up. They both were being detrimental to the situation.

Caine felt odd, she knew she was moving to slow, but couldn't seem to get herself to speed up, and Javan was going to fast. Even though it was awkward and they weren't moving right together, she was enjoying being in Javan's arms. She secretly wished that they would both slow down and move their bodies together in a perfect rhythm and that he would pull her closer so that she could lay her head on his shoulder.

"Computer, lower speed of dancing by fifteen percent." Javan forced himself to slow down and pulled Caine closer to him. They began to dance better and in a more syncretistic rhythm. Before long they were dancing across the floor and people were stepping back to observe the duo in perfect tandem. "See what happens when I'm with you? You just seem to allure all the men and the holograms."

Caine throw her head back to look at her very handsome dance partner. "You flatter me too much." Smiling she moved closer to Javan, loving the feel of his body against hers. He was all muscle, hard and lean. The power she felt in him was amazing.

They seemed to dance the same steps repeatedly with no change at all. He stepped back from her while the band was still playing away and people gasped in the crowd. "Do you mind if we speed this up with something that isn't so nineteenth century?" He had sly smirk on his face.

Slightly confused at what Javan meant she just looked at him for a second. "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Don't worry, baby doll," Javan said in his most accurate Brooklyn accent that he could muster, "it's just a little jazz. Want to swing?"

Caine giggled slightly at his accent, "nice accent." She smiled as she stepped closer to him. "I have a secret," she whispered. "I was not allowed to take swing lessons while growing up, so you know what I did?" Caine had a mischievous grin on her face. "I took some classes in secret in town." Caine grinned up at Javan, her face very close to his own.

From his experience in his area of expertise it wasn't much of anything to Javan, but he knew that he had to at least humor her. "Oh, you sly devil." He stepped back away from her and undid his jacket and tie and tossed it to a passing waiter who looked at him oddly. "Computer, change program to Sierra Jazz One."

The nice and gently atmosphere of the eighteen hundreds hall was replaced with a nightclub set in the nineteen twenties. Javan nodded to the band, dressed in zoot suits, and they started playing the typical jazz that everyone loved. He threw himself around the floor and grabbed some girls and tossed them up and around on the floor. "Come on up here, doll face, and show these people what they want to see."

Caine laughed at Javan's antics. Quickly getting the computer to change her clothing to fit the program. Looking down to see what she was wearing, she was slightly surprised to see herself in a tight knee length red dress, with a slit then ended a little bit below her hip. The front was a bit lower cut then she would wear but it was fine. Smiling back at Javan, she walked towards him on the dance floor.

"Jump!" He motioned towards her as she stood about five feet away.

She jumped to him and let him literally sweep her off her feet. Caine laughed out loud in total enjoyment.

Grasping her he swing her over his body and held her legs around his waist. Javan, straining, grabbed her around the waist and swung her around him a couple of times and then landed her on her feet. He snagged her hands and began to fly around the dance floor with her; he snapped and shuffled his feet out as they bobbed with the blaring music.

Caine followed his movements perfectly. She loved dancing, and this was just to fun. She smiled at Javan, fully enjoying life and the moment.

He began to sweat with all the fast movements. They danced into the night and when the club owner, suiting the program, said that they were closing Javan completed his sentence for him, "We don't have to go home, but we can't stay here, right?"

The owner looked at him oddly as he flipped a chair, "Never heard of that line, but I think I'll have to use it more often."

Javan shook his head, offered his arm to her again, and they marched back into the hallway. "I sure hope you had a good time this evening, Caine?"

Caine watched, quite surprised, as Javan walked down the corridor. He hadn't tried anything, she thought, slightly confused. I guess he really does care. Maybe not all guys are assholes. She walked in her room and prepared for bed, she was exhausted from all the dancing.

Javan stopped after he felt her enter her quarters, he turned slightly and smiled. Shaking his head he continued down the corridor. Shouldn't judge a book by it's cover, or reviews from the critics.

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