@dreamjupiter's Dancing prompt for @galladrabbles sparked something and I ran with it. Took much editing (I am a wordy motherfucker by nature), but I got that word count to 100.
An Outsider POV just for funsies, too
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Lip closes the front door behind him and walks toward the kitchen, where the music's coming from, stopping before he gets close because he knows what he's seeing isn't for him to see.
Ian and Mickey, dancing. One of their arms wrapped tight around the other, free hands clasped together. Ian's got them cradled right over his heart.
Their eyes are locked, complete devotion in their gaze, and Lip gets it, gets them for the first time. It really has only ever been each other for them.
Song's appropriate, he thinks, leaving them to it.
You're the one I adore…
