I Asked @bellamuertefanfic About Deleted Scenes, Or An Outtake From Her Story, Or Stories Period, And

I asked @bellamuertefanfic​ about deleted scenes, or an ‘outtake’ from her story, or stories period, and how much starving fans who are searching for stories of their favorite characters are missing in the behind the scenes that don’t make it to the story itself.  There’s, sadly, quite a few scenes that haven’t made it to Out of Place, Out of Time. Most are due to not being fitting to the story (much as I wish it was otherwise), few are cut for pacing issues and not wanting to drag the storyline any more than necessary, and for this one, it was cut due to historical inaccuracies and that it was a scene I wrote very early in the story, but by the time it came to implement it, the characters were actually a lot further along than I’d anticipated. (Truthfully, they weren’t even supposed to kiss until almost at the end. How’s that for a change in development.) THEME: Deleted Scenes: Director’s Cut WARNINGS FOR: Overly Sexy Spaniards (people with heart problems and weak knees, beware) AUTHOR’S NOTES: This deleted scene originally would’ve taken place at Chapter 31, give or take a chapter. It’s also one that’s made me very sad to delete, as it’s one of my favorites, so I might post it as a “Cut Chapters” edition sort of thing. Another note, this was written very early in my writing development, so I apologize if it seems more stilted than recent chapters. Either way, Enjoy! Scene Title: The Dangers Of A Waltz With A Spanish Capitán “Stand on my boots.”

I shot him a look of disbelief. I assumed that he was pretty much used to the willowy sort of body style that was favored by this time period, and willowy I was not. I had a stocky build, for labor and work, not for floating about on the dancefloor. I would crush his toes.

Apparently impatient with my wavering, he tightened his arm and lifted me slightly, seemingly without any strain and set me down on top of his boots. I immediately tensed, leaning away as he was way too close for comfort, but he kept me in place effortlessly. 

“No, relax. Tension has no place whilst dancing.”

I gulped nervously and kept my gaze trained over his shoulder, refusing to look at him as he gently started to move. If I did, the possibility that I’d make a fool of myself would increase from likely to definitely.“

Look at me,” he commanded, constricting his grip and abruptly drew me even closer, forcing my gaze up to his with a gasp as I was all but plastered against him. I’d read about being ensnared by someone’s gaze hundreds of times in books, but being of a more cerebral nature than emotional, I’d always thought it was just a literary device. 

But for the life of me, I couldn’t look away from his eyes. I wanted to, it felt like he was pulling away all the layers I wore to hide from the world, but I was trapped by his dark stare. I was imprisoned in his arms as he spun me lightly across the deck, looking nowhere but at me. I could feel the flush on my skin, and it wasn’t from exertion. Being a person who didn’t like attention to begin with, being the center of this man’s full, direct focus was a whole new level of discomfort and I didn’t like it at all.

Even through the unease, I was able to realize it spoke rather highly of his dancing ability that we hadn’t run into anything when he wasn’t even watching and gradually, I began to relax slightly, letting myself enjoy the ride as he spun me about. I probably should have been dizzy, but I wasn’t, I just felt like I was floating in circles, his arms holding me secure and safe.

Aaand we’re spouting poetry. Time to get off this crazy ride.

I leaned back against the arm he had around my waist, sliding my hand from his shoulder to signal I was ready to stop.

His expression didn’t change as he tightened his gloved hand around mine when I tried to tug free and cinched his arm tight around my waist before pulling me into a particularly brutal spin, forcing me to grab onto his shoulder or risk slipping, inadvertently pressing myself against his tall frame. A little voice was able to squeak out that he felt good before I squashed it under a mental fist. 

I could have sworn that a playful smirk twitched around his lips before he dipped his head and murmured into my ear. 

“You are not allowed free until the dance is done, senorita.” Yep, that’d been a smirk.

I shivered from the heat of his breath tickling my ear and the deep timbre of his voice, but I readjusted my grip to the proper position and blew a resigned sigh, trying not to let myself be affected by his smoky scent of tobacco, sunshine, and the faint spice of the cologne he wore.

He let out a small chuckle at my long-suffering expression as he steered around one of the pairs of officers practicing. “Is it my company that you find tiresome?”

I shook my head as I tried to avoid his focus, to no avail. “I’m just not used to…this.” 

I gestured with my chin to encompass him, me, the waltzing officers (which I still found hilarious), the Silent Mary, everything. Nothing about this was in the realm of norm.

“How do you mean? You said you do not dance, yet you follow my lead with only slight resistance. What is it that makes you uncomfortable?” he asked, staring at me as if he was trying to figure it out.

Ha, good luck there, bucko, I didn’t even know where to start. 

“I can’t dance, I don’t have the coordination for it, and I’ve never danced with a partner. Certainly never atop ones’ boots,” I clarified instead of answering his question, realizing that I was indeed unwittingly stalling his movements through my tension. I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes, willing myself to become limber in his embrace, and felt the resulting gracefulness as the dance became much more fluid than before.

He hummed in approval, the vibration tickling my hand where I held his shoulder, but I kept my eyes closed, having found an escape from his piercing gaze. 

I felt like a day old lamb bleating into the face of a hungry wolf, my rubbery hooves no match for his sharp teeth. I was outmatched by this man, out of my comfort level by far, and he was especially stressful for someone who had few dealings with the opposite sex. 

But I was stuck on this whirlwind until he decided to let go, or this crazy rendition of waltz ended, so I relaxed and enjoyed myself.

“Ah, very good.” 

I smiled a little at his praise and was forced to admit that this was actually really fun. So long as I didn’t let any of my rampant fantasies slip through their chains, because this literally was the stuff of fantasies. It fed right into my historical romance obsession and his sheer handsomeness only fanned the flames. Like, anyone who read historical romance would totally be dizzy with glee to be in this situation, and I was hard-pressed not to just giggle like a maniac as we spun around.

But I could feel my smile growing until I was full out grinning with joy as he expertly maneuvered me through the dance. However I could feel the intensity of his watchful eyes even through my closed eyelids, so I reluctantly opened my eyes to see he was watching me with that uncomfortable concentration again. 

I hated it when he did that. It always made me feel like I was the only person in a crowd full of people, separated by everyone by a spotlight. 

He didn’t say anything as he continued to study me, and I almost didn’t notice as he drew me closer. 

“You enjoy this,” he murmured more to himself than to me, then with a calculating glance, abruptly changed tempo to send us flying across the deck. I laughed in delighted glee, finding the rhythm instinctively easy to follow along with and all self-consciousness vanished on a wave of sheer enjoyment as I bathed in the pleasure of having such an outstanding partner. It was exhilarating!

Unfortunately, it was over all too quickly, which was probably a good thing as I was kind of out of breath when Salazar slowly drew to a halt. All the while, his eyes had never left my face.

I suddenly realized with a jolt that he was learning what made me smile.

I miss the good old days of the mid-2000s when I could go to the movies and watch Optimus Prime deliver a rousing speech set to a Linkin Park song

snape isn’t a “daddy” (or snaddy) kinda guy. he’s a sir kinda guy.

“oh, sorry sir. i didn’t mean to interrupt your time alone, but i do have papers i need you to review.”

“apologizes, sir! i hadn’t seen you there.”

“your sarcasm speaks tones, sir.”

there is no reason for you to call him sir, your a professor at hogwarts as well and has been working with him for awhile.

but every time you do, he wants to do things. unimaginable things. things that coworkers, especially ones who are sorcerers, should not be thinking about.

touch, lick, suck, bite, plunge, he wants it all.

which is so unusual as severus has only bedded with another sexually once or twice.

he just… he just wants you.

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Tonowari's expressions as Jakes progresses...

On a side note :

Lo'ak has no pride as he learns to ride an ilu. He does as he's told, and one of the boys (Ao'nung?) comments behind him "Look at his legs!" Because Lo'ak isn't seated properly, and immediately loses control. He's not told how to position his legs though.

Meanwhile, Tonowari is explicit about good position being critical, but Jake is being prideful.

Ao'nung and co make fun of Lo'ak, and so do their (possible?) fathers, while Tonowari cringes for his friend.

Can't imagine Tonowari ever being a little shit like Ao'nung but I'm looking forward to the kid's progress, especially as he grows close to Lo'ak.