Hey, sorry if anybody thought this was a new suicide squad fic, but it's not. I decided to do some Zootopia and Austin and Ally to kinda break up the more dark stuff I've been writing for suicide squad, though some new stuff for that IS coming soon. For those who haven't checked those out, and love suicide squad, especially the whole JokerxHarley dynamic, go check those out! Also, more Zootopia stuff soon! Don't forget to request review, and favorite the story and follow me for new stuff!
Austin and Ally slow dancing
Austin was playing a game on his phone in the practice room, while Ally was downstairs, getting the candy they had stashed in various places around the music factory. He was in flannel pj pants and a wife beater tank top, a blanket covering his legs ass he waited for Ally.
Ally got to choose the movie that night, and she picked a cheesy chick flick, but Austin didn't mind. Ally came and sat down next to him. "Did you do anything while I was downstairs?' She asked, qurking an eyebrow at him.
"Hey, I changed, a lot to ask of a guy who is just about to fall asleep, but didn't 'cause he wanted to see his adorkable, tiny, girlfriend." He said, letting her curl into his side, sharing his blanket. She leaned up to him and kissed him.
"So needy." She whispered against his lips, then turned away, pushing play on the remote.
They sat in comfortable silence for the first hour of the show, but when Ally sighed, Austin looked down to see her face soft and innocent, looking longingly at the screen. It was an almost inaudible little sound, like she didn't want him to hear it, but evidentially, he did anyways.
"What's wrong Als?" He asked and pulled her into his lap, letting her knees straddle his hips and he buried his face in her hair.
"Nothing, it's just, whenever I dance, it's never about me or the person, which I realize, sounds selfish, but for once, I'd like for a dance to just be about us." She finished off, sighing and cuddling closer to him.
Austin used his hands to push away her hips, then gripped them, standing them both up. He grabbed his phone from off the couch and put on a slow song he had from a party, and dropped it back on the couch. "Well I can fix that, may I have this dance, my fair lady?" He asked, and dramatically bowed, his hand out for her to take.
Ally giggled, in that adorable little way of hers and played along. "Well of course my kind sir." And so they danced, Ally not in an elegant dress like the woman in the movie, but in short shorts and a tank top, her hair messily pulled up, her face free of makeup and her eyes. But the cool thing was, this scene was better than the movie, because this was real, she really loved this boy, and he really loved her.