On the way to the Lee Valley Store...

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

...to buy clamps for Jim's brother's birthday ("You can Never Have Too Many Clamps" is the motto of these men), I had a sick, twisted idea. What would happen if Dirty Dancing met Grey Owl?

By the way, the idea has no connection to the fact I was going to buy clamps. In case you're wondering.

I suppose this is AU. And it's NC-17, and it's WAY over the limit, like over 5000 words over (!), so I stuck it on my site instead:

Dancing Bear

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[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

Mmm, lovely. Sigh, Dirty Dancing, one of my biggest guilty pleasures, and I can just see young, arrogant, pushy Ray dancing his way through the summer. Yummy. Loved this:
"The night we met."
"The night I was an asshole, you mean," the young man chuckled.

Very purely Ray. He doesn't mean to be an asshole, always...it just happens. I also was particularly taken with the image of RAy fighting his way through the trees in the dark, cursing and making enough noise to wake the dead.

And I love this description of Ray:
Ray was a wildfire in his arms, one which could not be quenched by a lake or an ocean or every damned drop of water on the planet. Benton tried to hold him, but he was unconquerable, sliding and pressing and pushing against him in sensuous movements that felt like dancing, or fighting.

You get it, right there: that's Ray, perfectly. But larmardeuse! The ending! So damn sad! I love Ray talking around what he's trying to say, finally coming up with this:
"Shit," Ray whispered. "I wasn't expecting you."

Wow. You're as good at sad endings as you are at happy ones.

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

But larmardeuse! The ending! So damn sad!

I know! I know! I don't understand what the hell's the matter with me. Maybe I should look into medication. I hear M&M's are good.