Re: James/Fisher
James knew what Fisher was feeling. He wasn't an empath nor a mind reader, but he knew what he was thinking because he was thinking the same things. People would look at them and judge them and talk about them behind their backs, but if they were going to be together, that was something they were going to just have to learn to deal with. And now was as good a time to start as any.
So James shook his head. "I don't care what people think, Fisher. I only care about dancing with you." And so he tugged at the other man's hips, quite easily tugging him out of the safety of their current position and onto the dance floor instead, those intense blues locked with Fisher's own, daring him to make a sincere attempt to get away.
"Just.. don't think about them," James said softly once they'd made it to the dance floor. He slipped his arms around the other man's waist to pull him close, a slow song being spun by the DJ. "They don't matter," he added, guiding them both to the tempo of the music. "There's no one else but you and I right now."