"I don't need a girl thank you very much. " Jackson snaps and Mark snorts. "Well I thought you were fighting a fly or something instead of dancing."
"You have to be more extreme. Finish your moves. Feel your desperation from your shoulder to the point of each finger. " Mark explains, his own fingers sliding against Jackson's arms slowly. "Feel what you are trying to express, slowly let your emotions out, extending your arm to its limit."
Jackson follows Mark's soothingly low voice and gracefully extends his arm.
"Slower Jackson. There's no need to hurry." Mark instructs letting go of his hand.
Both missing the warmth.
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Short StoryIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
