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Perhaps-Perhaps-Perhaps by Executrix (PG)
Fandom: Blakes 7
Pairing: Avon/Blake, Jenna/Cally, but nothing explicit
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executrix
Author Website: No
Why this must be read:
Next week looks like being busy, so this is me signing off for the month with one more ExecRec, and one of the most likeable of her stories.
Well now, there's a plot. It has something to do with taking advantage of a festival to burgle a bank vault and find incriminating papers about a politician whom the freedom fighter Avalon wants to topple. But let's be frank, this is all a transparent excuse to put Our Heroes in a "Strictly Ballroom" universe and some fancy gear and get them waltzing, tangoing and what all. (If there's an explanation of why the competition demands same-sex couples, I don't recall it, but then I wasn't really looking for one.) Of course, even in this situation Blake and Avon manage to make a dominance game out of it. To fully appreciate the excerpt, you might need to know that in the canon episode "Duel", when Blake plans a dangerous manoeuvre, the following dialogue ensues:
BLAKE Have you got any better ideas?
AVON As a matter of fact, no I haven't.
BLAKE Does that mean you agree?
AVON Do I have a choice?
BLAKE Yes.
AVON Then I agree
And because the ship, under attack, has just lurched alarmingly, they happen to be in each other's arms while saying most of this...
Avon threw his arm over Blake's shoulder, seized Blake's hand, pulled it forward, and promenaded him four steps away from the sofas, talking intimately, which was simple at that distance. "About that bloody silly combination you came up with for the Viennese waltz..."
Their heads snapped around in perfect synchronization as Blake reversed the position and promenaded Avon four steps back. "We won't make any sort of showing if we don't do any lifts, will we? And the fact is, I can lift you and you can't lift me. That's all there is to be said about it." He put his hands on Avon's waist, lifted him a few inches upward and a few inches to the right, and set him down.
Avon, disconcerted, went back to dance position and pulled them back in the other direction, cheek to cheek. "It's not a simple matter of hoisting dead weight, you know."
"Of course not. It's better if you help."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Of course."
"Oh, all right then."
Perhaps-Perhaps-Perhaps
Pairing: Avon/Blake, Jenna/Cally, but nothing explicit
Author on LJ
executrixAuthor Website: No
Why this must be read:
Next week looks like being busy, so this is me signing off for the month with one more ExecRec, and one of the most likeable of her stories.
Well now, there's a plot. It has something to do with taking advantage of a festival to burgle a bank vault and find incriminating papers about a politician whom the freedom fighter Avalon wants to topple. But let's be frank, this is all a transparent excuse to put Our Heroes in a "Strictly Ballroom" universe and some fancy gear and get them waltzing, tangoing and what all. (If there's an explanation of why the competition demands same-sex couples, I don't recall it, but then I wasn't really looking for one.) Of course, even in this situation Blake and Avon manage to make a dominance game out of it. To fully appreciate the excerpt, you might need to know that in the canon episode "Duel", when Blake plans a dangerous manoeuvre, the following dialogue ensues:
BLAKE Have you got any better ideas?
AVON As a matter of fact, no I haven't.
BLAKE Does that mean you agree?
AVON Do I have a choice?
BLAKE Yes.
AVON Then I agree
And because the ship, under attack, has just lurched alarmingly, they happen to be in each other's arms while saying most of this...
Avon threw his arm over Blake's shoulder, seized Blake's hand, pulled it forward, and promenaded him four steps away from the sofas, talking intimately, which was simple at that distance. "About that bloody silly combination you came up with for the Viennese waltz..."
Their heads snapped around in perfect synchronization as Blake reversed the position and promenaded Avon four steps back. "We won't make any sort of showing if we don't do any lifts, will we? And the fact is, I can lift you and you can't lift me. That's all there is to be said about it." He put his hands on Avon's waist, lifted him a few inches upward and a few inches to the right, and set him down.
Avon, disconcerted, went back to dance position and pulled them back in the other direction, cheek to cheek. "It's not a simple matter of hoisting dead weight, you know."
"Of course not. It's better if you help."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Of course."
"Oh, all right then."
Perhaps-Perhaps-Perhaps