Sway with me (Stay with me)
New fic on ao3!
Mickey and Ian are spies who keep having the misfortune of being assigned to the same cases. This case just happens to be a ball. AKA I just wanted them to waltz together 👉🏼👈🏼
Excerpt: The music picks up speed. “The host.” “Yeah, what about him?” Mickey lets go of Ian’s back and spins him counterclockwise. “He’s in on it.” “No shit,” Mickey doesn't stop his swaying steps as he spins Ian with one hand, moving with the crowd clockwise while their bodies spin in the opposite direction, “I’ve been telling you that towel head was in on it since I read his fucking file.” “First of all,” Ian stops spinning when Mickey’s hand gently rests back on his shoulder blade, they begin to spin in the opposite direction when the music shifts beat, still moving with the crowd in a spiral, “can we drop the racism?” Mickey groans in his ear before spinning him again, “Second of all,” Mickey’s hand lands lower on his back, “We didn't have clearance to those files that’s why we needed to get evidence.” The music picks up speed and Mickey spins Ian more constantly, eyes scanning the room, “Holy shit how much more are you going to spin me?” Ian complains feeling like a pig on a stake being spun over fire as he holds on tight to Mickey’s hand above him. The music lowers in volume and the swaying pauses long enough for Mickey to mutter, “Now spin backward.” they're moving again, only this time Mickey pulls Ian with every step he takes back, the crowd of dancing couple spinning in a circle. At least now they spin together, not letting go of one another. Ian is starting to feel lightheaded. “And? Did ya’ get it?” Mickey speaks into his ear as he continues to sway them, not looking the least bit dizzy, eyes on the crowd. “Yeah,” Ian’s words come out strained as just at that moment Mickey says “up” and lifts him up in the air. At least as far off the ground as he can given the fact that Ian is taller and heavier than him. “Holy shit you’re fat.” Mickey groans out as he puts him back on the floor. Ian brings his fist down against the shoulder he's holding onto. “Yeah well, you’re so short I have to bend down every time you spin me under your arm.” Mickey glares at him but holds onto his waist tighter to lift him again. This time Ian helps out and jumps enough to ease some of his weight off Mickey.




















