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comment_fic: Any, Any Unconventional/Rare Pairing, First Date.
comment_fic: Any, Any Unconventional/Rare Pairing, First Date.Nyota Uhura/Hikaru Sulu (Star Trek: TOS)
"Mr Sulu," Nyota murmured, perching her hip against his console, "what would you say if this not-so-fair maiden wanted to learn how to fence?"
Hikaru blinked up at her for a second, startled, and then smiled, slowly and with a wicked, dawning glee.
"My lady," he said, with an elegant little bow, "this cavalier would say it's a date."
"Mr Sulu," Nyota murmured, perching her hip against his console, "what would you say if this not-so-fair maiden wanted to learn how to fence?"
Hikaru blinked up at her for a second, startled, and then smiled, slowly and with a wicked, dawning glee.
"My lady," he said, with an elegant little bow, "this cavalier would say it's a date."
Cheery Littlebottom/Ponder Stibbons (Discworld)
Cheery stared up at Ponder's animated, happy features, only idly listening to his extended babble on magical analysis. She'd lost him somewhere around 'interstitial thaumic resonators', but she didn't think it mattered so much - she recognised the light of a fellow craftsman in his eyes, the joy of a technical conversation that was, if not mutually comprehensible, at least mutually appreciable.
And just for that light, just for the wry, knowing happiness in his eyes, she took his odd, clean-shaven face in her hands, steered him gently around her beard, and set about introducing him to an entirely different sort of alchemy altogether.
Cheery stared up at Ponder's animated, happy features, only idly listening to his extended babble on magical analysis. She'd lost him somewhere around 'interstitial thaumic resonators', but she didn't think it mattered so much - she recognised the light of a fellow craftsman in his eyes, the joy of a technical conversation that was, if not mutually comprehensible, at least mutually appreciable.
And just for that light, just for the wry, knowing happiness in his eyes, she took his odd, clean-shaven face in her hands, steered him gently around her beard, and set about introducing him to an entirely different sort of alchemy altogether.
Bilbo/Nori (The Hobbit)
There were always dwarves appearing on his doorstep on and off these days - not all of his friendships had died in a distant battle underneath a distant mountain. But this was the first time a dwarf had showed up with a handful of professionally pilfered daisies, and a hope shining beneath braided eyebrows.
"... Why don't you come inside, Nori," Bilbo murmured, smiling, and moved back from his green door with a bit more spring in his step than there'd been for some time now.
There were always dwarves appearing on his doorstep on and off these days - not all of his friendships had died in a distant battle underneath a distant mountain. But this was the first time a dwarf had showed up with a handful of professionally pilfered daisies, and a hope shining beneath braided eyebrows.
"... Why don't you come inside, Nori," Bilbo murmured, smiling, and moved back from his green door with a bit more spring in his step than there'd been for some time now.
Stringfellow Hawke/Michael Coldsmith Briggs (Airwolf)
"You know, it figures this'd be our first date, Michael," String murmured wryly, shifting a little bit to better hide the battered spy from view of the cell's windows, ignoring the twangs all the way across his own equally bruised torso in the process.
"If this is a date, Hawke, it's certainly not our first," Michael growled, resigned fury at the familiarity of the circumstances when he'd hoped, perhaps, for something different, and grumpy annoyance as String only smiled down at him in response.
"First one that counts," was all he said, and silently brushed a thumb beneath Michael's missing eye, hidden by his shoulder where their captors wouldn't see.
"You know, it figures this'd be our first date, Michael," String murmured wryly, shifting a little bit to better hide the battered spy from view of the cell's windows, ignoring the twangs all the way across his own equally bruised torso in the process.
"If this is a date, Hawke, it's certainly not our first," Michael growled, resigned fury at the familiarity of the circumstances when he'd hoped, perhaps, for something different, and grumpy annoyance as String only smiled down at him in response.
"First one that counts," was all he said, and silently brushed a thumb beneath Michael's missing eye, hidden by his shoulder where their captors wouldn't see.
Winifred Bambera/Ancelyn (Classic Who)
Technically, their first date had entailed a few knock-down, drag-out fights, a nuclear missile and an alien invasion, and Winifred was fairly happy with that: it wasn't far off from how many of her dates had gone, to be honest. But it seemed that this didn't quite cut it for alien space knights in honest-to-god shining armour, for whom it appeared that anything less than a full courtship was a slight to their mutual honour.
Watching Ancelyn take her hand and stoop to kiss her combat-worn knuckles, a smile on his face and a fervent, honest joy in his eyes, she wondered if maybe this once the alien space knight might have a point.
Technically, their first date had entailed a few knock-down, drag-out fights, a nuclear missile and an alien invasion, and Winifred was fairly happy with that: it wasn't far off from how many of her dates had gone, to be honest. But it seemed that this didn't quite cut it for alien space knights in honest-to-god shining armour, for whom it appeared that anything less than a full courtship was a slight to their mutual honour.
Watching Ancelyn take her hand and stoop to kiss her combat-worn knuckles, a smile on his face and a fervent, honest joy in his eyes, she wondered if maybe this once the alien space knight might have a point.
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