((Listen to this while you read, it makes it much easier to understand: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3QmD3BY7RU ))
Sebastian quirked an eyebrow as the garish music began to play. Jim had naturally insisted on using a record player, ironically the consulting criminal, master of disguise, liked his music to be authentic. He had only agreed to this because some small part of him wanted to see Jim dance, something that wasn’t part of a disguise. He wanted to see Jim dance, not Jim from IT or Jo the Clubber.
Jim stepped over, dressed immaculately as per usual. He’d forced Sebastian into a suit too and the sniper gave him a wary smile. Jim returned it, though to Sebastian it seemed like more of a ‘step on my shoes and I will murder you’ smile than an ‘I enjoy spending time with you’ smile.
Sebastian placed his arms in the position Jim had explained earlier, and began to dance shakily as the lyrics began. He almost laughed and Jim’s smile turned to a gleeful smirk.
“It seemed appropriate,” he remarked, stepping his feet and not bothering to go slowly for Sebastian as the lyrics urged them to ‘misbehave’. The sniper had a suspicion that if this foxtrot went well then they would indeed be ‘misbehaving’ later that evening.
After nearly twenty plays of the song, Sebastian finally managed to match Jim’s confident steps, though he didn’t go quite as exaggerated with his hips movements. He wouldn’t be surprised if Jim had taught himself to foxtrot in a mere ten minutes for some obscure job, but the shorter man seemed to enjoy it. He beamed up at Sebastian smugly and the sniper couldn’t help but feel a strong twinge of nostalgia, something that made him want to drink whiskey shots, take Jim in his arms and kiss him softly for once.
He shook his head at the idea, thinking himself ridiculous for feeling nostalgic of a time period he hadn’t even lived in.
They finished their final dance an hour later, and Jim dragged him off to the bedroom. For one rare occasion, Sebastian actually preferred the warmth of Jim resting against his chest afterwards. He gazed almost lovingly down at the smaller man, petting his hair lazily and lying back, his eyes open as the garish song played on loop in his mind.
((Hope you liked it, sorry again for the long hiatus!))