#yura is dancing to dima bilan's 'lightning' btw

[lafiametta]

Hi! I absolutely love your fics for Añora and Igor, I immediately thought of you when I saw that video they posted on the anora ig account of bts of yura dancing and Mikey smiling watching him and I thought of you because I hope you saw it too and got inspiration for a fic about them dancing. Or anora watching Igor dance hee.

Thanks again for your beautiful fics!

That's so sweet of you to say, Anon — I'm delighted that you thought of me! I'm honestly also delighted by the Instagram reel you mentioned, which I hadn't seen, so thank you for that as well! (I love Mikey in the background just grinning at the whole thing, plus Vache Tovmasyen's little shrug. Also, the red scarf in his jacket pocket!)

And, yes, I really like the idea of them dancing or Ani watching him dance, although, to be honest, when I first tried to imagine Igor dancing I got a little stumped, because it was hard to see him going to a club and even if he were in one, he'd probably be standing off on the side or at the bar, nursing a drink. But I don't know: maybe there's a hidden side to him I'm just not considering.

I think it might surprise Ani, too. For weeks, she's been talking about going out some night when she doesn’t have to work—she hasn't really done anything like that since Ivan, and she misses it, putting on a fun dress, losing herself in the music and the beat and the energy of the crowd. She makes plans to go with Lulu, but when her friend cancels after coming down sick, Ani's naturally disappointed. She texts Igor about it, hoping for some sympathy, but instead he offers to go with her. There's a bit of hesitation—Igor, at a club? Is that really even his thing at all?—but she still wants to go, so she agrees. They end up at a place in the neighborhood, more reasonably priced than any club in the city would be, where he first buys her a couple of drinks at the bar. The music is all foreign, mostly Russian, with a deep bass and driving beat that make her want to start moving her feet.

She thinks he's probably going to want to stay at the bar while she dances, or else she's going to have to drag him onto the dance floor, but he happily joins her as she threads her way through the crowd. Maybe it's the two vodkas he had, but he seems looser, happier. His hand, pressed to the small of her back, slides like a whisper across her bare skin. A new track starts playing and she can make out the lyrics in Russian, something about not sleeping at night and coming to you again. She begins to sway and move, catching the beat with her hips and her feet, the rest of her following along. And there is Igor, next to her, stepping and turning in a narrow circle, arms and shoulders jerking along as he dances. It's a little awkward, but it doesn't seem to matter, not when he seems to be enjoying himself so much. Even Ani can't keep herself from smiling at how ridiculous and adorable it is. He knows the song too, enough to mouth the words as they move closer together.

She puts her hands out towards his chest—she can feel the warmth of him through the cotton t-shirt he's wearing—and then curls them up around his neck. Their hips press against each other with each rough beat of the music, a steady pulse that's thrumming through her veins.

It’s you, it’s me, there’s lightning between us Coursing through at two twenty volts

Ani can feel it—the lightning—the way that it's building between them. For a moment she thinks of grabbing his hand and taking him somewhere more private, but she knows that can wait. For now, it feels better to simply be here, having fun and losing herself in the mindless rhythm of the song, knowing that he's right there with her.