Hiya! Captain Jack Harkness with “Since it’s you, I’m gonna let it go.” would be totally adorable x
Since it’s you, I’m gonna let it go.
“You know, you’re actually not a bad dancer.”
Jack’s eyes narrowed as he spun you around, trapping you against his chest once you’d made a full turn. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, a flicker of an amused smile crossing his lips as he dared you to answer his question.
“You tripped over air yesterday,” you reminded him with a teasing shrug, slipping out of his hold as he processed that. “I’m just surprised, is all. No need to get defensive.”
Jack scoffed, pulling you back towards him and smirking at your squeal. “Since it’s you, I‘m gonna let it go. But for the record, I am not defensive.” He put the hand not clasping yours on your waist again, moving quickly around in time to the beat of the music. “I’ll have you know I’ve always been a good dancer. It’s the Doctor whose clumsiness shows in his dancing skills.”
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me— oops. Sorry!” You offered an apologetic smile to a green alien as you and Jack almost collided into him and his dancing partner. The alien looked unimpressed and irately mumbled a few words you didn’t understand, though Jack seemed to have some knowledge on the language, if his sudden spluttering had anything to say for it. He uttered a few words you could only guess were insulting by the looks of appalment on their green faces before he spun in the other direction.
“What was that?” you asked.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ve still gotta win this thing.”
“Win the dance contest?” You snorted. “Was that your intention? Uh, hello. Another reminder that you tripped over air yesterday.”
"Hey-” The hand at your waist squeezed a couple times, causing you to buckle over with a squawk- “Another reminder I just defended your ass from that green bitch-” He squeezed again, this time tightening his hold on your hand when you instinctively tried to pull free- “which I only felt inclined to do because I kinda love you, not because I wanted to-”
“Jack Harkness, you bastard! Stop-” You hissed and pushed at his chest with your free hand, curling away from his devilish hands- “tickling me!”
“-And especially now you’ve called me a bastard-” Jack sighed, completely over the ballroom dance competition he’d dragged you along to while the TARDIS stopped on the planet- “I mean, that coupled with the ‘you can’t dance’ shebang...”
“I didn’t say that,” you grit out, “I said you-hehey! I said you weren’t a bad dancer! But now I’ve- I’ve changed my mind!” And with that, you landed a well-aimed kick at his shin. It was Jack who buckled over this time, and he did it with a groan. You were sure you could get free, sure you could make a run for it in time to get to the TARDIS before the captain could catch up with you, but he was quick, apparently something he made up for in the dance department, and he caught you before you could make much of a move, digging his fingers into your lower ribs again.
“That’s gonna give me a bruise, kiddo.” His grin lit up his entire face and he felt he could have stayed there forever, free of the usual worries that possessed him - worries of immortality and eternity - but he happened to look up after a few blissful moments and notice the stares of the aliens around them, and the fact that the music had quietened significantly. His fingers paused immediately and you were too breathless to plan a quick escape, so you fell against him, muttering an almost silence “you bastard” as you did so. Seconds later, your ears just about caught the sound of Jack’s nervous chuckles.
Someone at the front of the room - a judge, from the looks of things - yelled something that sounded to you like gibberish and pointed a green finger at you both, nodding his head towards a burly looking thing beside him that might have been security. The next thing you knew, Jack was grabbing your hand and yanking you towards the exit.
“What’s going on?” you asked, breathing heavily as you tried to keep up with him.
Jack laughed, tossing a wink over his shoulder. “We were disqualified.”
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