Mickey & Leon
"Hey," Mickey said happily, turning his head to smile at Leon. His hands reached down, covering Leon's hands with his own. Mickey was flying high from the dance and from the few drinks he'd had, making him easy with PDA.
Their hips were in synch, moving easily and fluidly. They looked close, perhaps closer than someone like Mickey would like to admit. Nevertheless, the djinni nuzzled against Leon before grinning. "Mr. Cavanaugh said I shouldn't," he said. He shrugged. What could he do about that?
He turned, and drew Leon in close, making them face each other now. "I'm not dancing alone now, am I?"