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Title: "Steadfast"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R for sexual content
Summary: Only the Ballerina doll knows just how steadfast the Tin Soldier really is!
Warnings: Het
Word Count: 459
Date Written: 2 December, 2010
Challenge/Prompt: Written for a request on the Disney_Kink LJ comm.
Disclaimer: The Ballerina, Tin Soldier, all characters mentioned within, and Fantasia are © & TM their respective owners, none of whom are the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

They call him steadfast, but they don't know the meaning of the word. They think he holds steadfast because he's always marching and fulfilling his duty, but I know the true reason. It's really rather embarrassing, but haven't you guessed yet from the holes in my ballerina skirt? The man never stops! He's absolutely insatiable, I tell you!

I made the mistake one cold, Winter night of allowing him to escort me in one of my dances. Before I knew it, we were dancing closer, moving cheek to cheek, and then he kissed me. Don't get me wrong. It was the best thing I've ever felt, but if I'd known what was to come afterward, I can't say that I wouldn't have backed away screaming.

He's an animal in the bed! He took me right there on that cold, hardwood floor, and let me tell you, if you think the floor's hard, cold wood, you haven't known cold or hard until you get poked by a soldier! It was good, however. I have to tell the truth. We ballerinas take an oath never to lie about our dances, and that was the dance of this doll's lifetime!

It lasted all night! He was cold and hard at first, but soon he became hot! Why, I'm still surprised he didn't create an actual fire and burn both of us completely up! I grew tired many times, but he reinvigorated me into the next step of the dance -- and kept doing so all night! I've never known of any one who could keep up with me before, but while I soon grew more tired with every turn upon the dance floor, he just kept going!

I don't think he's capable of getting tired, but in a way, I'm secretly glad for it. I shared with him that night all my secrets and the greatest dance of all. I'm really quite mad about him, you see. That's exactly why I don't mind waiting and hoping that the good doctor will patch up these holes in my skirt. Every one was well worth it, and every one has its own story to tell.

You want to hear those stories? Well, why didn't you say so? I -- Hush! The children are coming! Another time perhaps.

I only hope I get another time with him. I can't wait to dance the night away in his arms and meet his sword again. No, not that sword, silly. His true one, his hard one, the one that filled me all night long!

Now we really must be quiet or the children will know something is wrong. Not that anything could be wrong. He's looking at me again, and he's smiling! Oh, I can't wait until tonight!!

The End