His hand danced over a keypad array to one side.

Her hands danced on her board, but the static increased.

She slid into the control couch, and her hands danced across the controls.

His huge hands danced busily over the controls in front of him.

The words came, her hands danced against the night sky.

His hand was already dancing over a touchboard while he spoke, calling up data.

The hands danced again to the measure of his musical laughter.

His hands danced over the controls of the science station.

Both hands danced in her hair now, as if she were trying to pull it out, by the roots.

His hands, palms up on the bed were dancing madly.