some brainworms from a tiktok @entropicquilibriumofchaos sent a couple weeks ago: robby dancing with jack when jack's in his wheelchair a la robby dancing with ginger in s1
“Mike, what the hell are you doing,” Jack asked as he watched Robby drag the coffee table away from the center of the living room, empty beer cans tipping over in the process.
“You know exactly what I’m doing, Jack,” Robby replied, a giddy smirk on his lips. He pushed the coffee table snug against the wall before heading to the record player. He pulled L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole off the shelf, his copy in a worn and tattered case originally belonging to his grandmother. Carefully sliding the record from its case, Robby placed it on the record player and turned around to face Jack.
L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
“Mikey, you cannot be serious,” Jack said, eyebrow raised and fighting the smile tugging at his lips as Robby walked toward him.
“Oh, please, you love it,” Robby said as he walked behind Jack, grabbing the handles of his wheelchair. “You ready?”
“Whenever you are,” Jack said as he settled into his seat.
Robby smiled as he tipped Jack’s chair up such that the front wheels were off the ground and began spinning them around the room.
Two in love can make it, take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you
Robby was singing along as he danced the two of them through the living room. Jack had a smile on his face, head tipped back to see Robby, laughing as Robby adjusted his movements in time with each song on the record.
They didn’t do this all that often. Jack knew Robby loved it, even if it took a couple beers in his system for him to act on it, but Jack just didn’t use his wheelchair regularly enough. He was beginning to wonder if maybe he should listen to Robby’s insistence he use it more at home; just so he could see the unadulterated joy on his partner’s face when they did this.
Love is so sweet
At our Swiss Retreat
Our Swiss Retreat
As the record came to an end, Robby tipped Jack’s chair back one last time and lent down. Jack tilted his head back far enough to meet Robby in a kiss, soft and tender, smiles on both their lips.
“You’re cute when you dance,” Jack said against Robby’s lips.
“Yeah?” Robby said with a laugh as he set Jack’s chair back down and came around to the front.
“Yeah, maybe I’ll let you do it more.”
Robby leaned down to kiss Jack again before pulling back to speak, “I’d like that.” His eyes were crinkling at the corners as he smiled, Jack couldn’t think of a prettier sight.
“But I’m picking the record next time,” Jack teased.
“We played this at our wedding!”
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