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and in this moment, we dance.

A Dave/Boris fic.

Summary: Dave finds himself sharing a dance with a famous ballet dancer.

Words: 1780.

Note: It's not mentioned but this fic is written with the headcanon that Dave is aro-spec. Unsure if that is portrayed clearly tho, or if the characters might be OOC haha. Anyway this silly little crackship has been on my mind alot, hope you like this writing of them!

You can also read it on: AO3 | SqW

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As Guests of Honour, the Movers and Nina were looking forward to the backstage access. Once the other ticket holders had wrapped up their meet and greet, the five friends were brought to the VIP area, where they would meet the two dancers there.

"Boris, Oksana, your performance was beautiful!" Nina said excitedly.

"Yeah, I couldn't look away!" Scott added.

"You both danced wonderfully," Smitty complimented.

Dave took off his cap to pull out a big bouquet of red roses and handed it to Oksana. "For you," he said, putting on the hat again. Oksana grinned as she accepted it.

"Thank you Movers! Thank you Nina!" Oksana replied with a slight curtsy, and they bowed back.

"Yes, we are very happy you enjoy show," Boris said, smiling. "We love seeing you in crowd." He looked at them, and when his eyes landed on Dave, he gave him a quick wink. The gesture was met with a slightly surprised expression from the Mover, his eyebrows slightly raised. The others were oblivious to it aside from Nina who noticed, her gaze shifting between the two men. They all then continued their conversation for a little while.

"So, what's next? Are you two going back home?" Rich asked.

"We have more show next week."

"Da. We stay in your country until show is done," Oksana added. "We will love to see you all again. You too, Mousenik." She patted Warehouse Mouse gently, and the mouse cheered. "We hope to dance more in your country now that we are still the famous dancers."

"We're really glad it all turned out well. Congratulations to both of you!" Rich said happily.

"All thanks to your help too," Boris noted.

"So, great job to us too!" Rich cheered, holding his hand up for a high five.

The others got ready for the high-five as well, though Dave was interrupted when Boris handed him the bouquet and a few other gifts the dancers received from their fans.

"Please bring these," Boris said, making his way to one of the rooms away from where they all gathered.

Dave stood there for a moment, balancing the items in his hands before eventually following Boris' lead.

'At least he said "please" this time', Dave thought to himself, pursing his lips. He walked over to a table and carefully placed the items down. He let out a sigh, then looked at the dancer who was standing near a dressing room mirror. "Alright, I put all your stuff here."

"Thank you," Boris replied, flashing a smile at Dave. He placed a tube of his favourite hair gel inside the bag, along with the other tubes.

"Guess you won't be using those anymore, huh?" Dave remarked.

"Mmm, not so much, but maybe a little." Boris closed his bag and turned to approach Dave, taking proud strides. "Enough to make Boris extra handsome, no?" he said with a smirk, running his hands through his hair.

Dave took a small step back when Boris stood right in front of him. He scoffed, then shrugged as he plainly replied, "Sure."

Boris chuckled lightly, a more genuine smile forming on his face, and for a moment the Mover froze. Even if his constant self-praising were bordering on being annoying, Dave couldn't deny that the dancer was quite attractive and very well aware of it.

"One more thing I want to ask." Boris' words snapped Dave out of his thoughts.

"Huh, what?"

"Will you do honour of dancing with Boris?" The dancer asked, offering his hand.

Dave looked at it, then back at the man. He promptly glanced to his side and checked his surroundings before facing Boris again.

"Are you.. asking me?" he asked, a confused look plastered on his face.

Boris cocked an eyebrow. "Do you see other handsome man being here?"

Dave felt his face heat up, his eyes widening. "I'm not.. um.." he mumbled, trying to think what to respond. He then cleared his throat and replied, "I don't know ballet. You and Oksana saw how me and the guys danced, right?"

"I can show you," Boris said calmly, "if you like."

Dave blinked a few times, staring at the hand extended to him. Countless thoughts were running through his mind, none of them helping him decide what to do.

What's going on?

Why all of a sudden?

Why me?

Dave frowned, and Boris took note of it. He lowered his hand.

"If not, it's OK," he reassured with a smile, turning away. Dave didn't hear any hint of bitterness in those words, and his expression relaxed. He decided to not overthink it.

"W-wait!"

The dancer looked at the Mover, who spoke once more.

"I, uh, I'd like to dance."

Upon hearing his words, Boris smirked. He offered his hand again, and Dave accepted.

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Admittedly, Dave still wasn't so sure about this.

Ballet music played gently across the room. The two men faced one another, hand in hand. They moved together, with Boris patiently guiding Dave in each step. They pulled each other close, and Dave was still trying to grasp everything that was happening. He couldn't help but observe his dance partner; the way his dark hair fell on his forehead, feeling the heat from his rough palms whenever their hands met, the woody scent of his perfume as strong and intense as the person wearing it.

Dave had never realized how big his dark pupils seemingly were, and he found himself staring into them. Boris smirked as he raised an eyebrow, looking into Dave's bright blue eyes in return. He began moving his legs, prompting Dave to follow as they continued. Dave swung his arms as gracefully as he could and his feet stepped wherever Boris took him.

"Well done, kotyonok. You dance very good," Boris said, grinning as he twirled Dave around.

They ended their little dance with a dip; Boris had his hand supporting the Mover's waist as Dave leaned back into it. The Mover froze again, his eyes widened as he gazed into Boris' eyes once more, their faces now inches away from each other. He could feel his heart pounding, the overwhelming mix of perfume and musk piercing his nostrils, and the warmth from the other man's body. His head was clouded, his senses almost overwhelmed. Boris observed Dave's reaction, his face slowly inching closer to the Mover. Dave's mind was racing.

Aren't things going a little too fast?

Should I lean in? Close my eyes?

This perfume is too strong. It's nauseating.

Just like in fairytales, kiss and live happily ever after.

I can't feel my legs. My face feels numb.

He swept me right off my feet! Metaphorically and literally.

The others are probably looking for me.

What a dreamy moment~

This isn't happening.

Dave closed his eyes shut, as Boris leaned more into him. He could feel the dancer's breathing on his face, and at that moment, everything was too much.

"Sorry."

Dave moved his head, leaning further as he slightly pushed Boris away.

Boris carefully pulled back from Dave, holding his hand as he helped the Mover stand up properly. Once Dave was steady on his feet, Boris held Dave's hand up to his lips and gave it a soft kiss before letting it go.

"No worry, kotyonok. It is pleasure dancing with you."

Dave's face was flushed, his heart still beating quick as he looked down, trying to calm himself.

"Ah, before you go.." Boris walked over to a table and grabbed a piece of what seemed to be a poster. He uncapped a marker and started writing something on it, then looked up as he asked, "What is your name?"

"Huh, oh—" Dave briefly looked down to his suit, realizing his nametag wasn't on there. "It's uh, it's Dave."

"Dave.." Boris continued writing, and Dave's eyes wandered elsewhere, still reeling from what had happened.

"Here," Boris handed over the poster, which was of him in a ballet pose, with unfamiliar writing on the bottom left which Dave could assume one of the words was his name spelt in Russian, along with Boris' signature. "If you ever miss me." He winked before going back to his bag.

Dave took a look at the poster, then pulled a face. "Um, thanks." He kept it in his hat and glanced at the door. "I should probably head back to the others."

"Farewell, Dave. Thank you again."

"Bye." Dave gave a small wave before exiting the room.

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"There you are, Dave!"

Dave was caught off guard when he heard Nina's voice calling to him. The Movers turned to his direction as he approached them.

"Hey guys—"

"Hey, are you okay?" Scott interrupted. "Your face is so red, almost like your hat!"

He stepped closer, cupping his hands on Dave's face as he continued, "And it's so hot too!"

The others looked at him curiously. Dave chuckled, pushing Scott's hands off him. "It's nothing. I'm probably just tired."

"Yeah, it is getting late. And we have to leave now anyway," Smitty chimed in, petting a sleepy Warehouse Mouse who he was carrying in his arm.

The others nodded and made their way out the theatre. While walking to the Mover Mobile, Nina suddenly stopped in her tracks. "Oh no!"

"What? What's wrong, Nina?" Rich asked worriedly.

"I forgot to ask Boris for his autograph.." Nina said, pouting.

"Oh! I got you." Dave pulled out the poster from his hat, handing it over to Nina. Her eyes lit up as she unrolled the poster. "You can have it."

"Wow, thanks Dave!" Nina grinned widely and Dave nodded. The others smiled as they all continued walking.

Shortly after, Nina called out to Dave again. "Hey Dave, maybe you'd wanna keep this," she said in a quieter voice, giving him a small knowing smile as she handed a folded sticky note that was attached to the poster.

"Hm, what.." Dave hadn't noticed it there. He opened the note, then furrowed his eyebrows. "It's.. a phone number?"

"Ooh.." Nina smirked at him. "I guess someone was hoping to see you again."

"Who would..." Dave stopped his sentence, a red tint forming on his cheeks. "..oh."

Nina couldn't hold back a smile. She leaned closer to Dave as she spoke, "Anything you want to share?"

Dave cleared his throat, covering his mouth. "..not yet. I'm still.. processing it."

Nina patted his arm. "Okay then, I won't say anything about it."

"Thanks, Nina," Dave said, giving her a grateful smile.

"Let's go catch up to them."

"Oh, right!"

They both walked faster to the other Movers in front of them, eager to get back home and get some rest from a long, exciting day.

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