The concept of a first dance is so cliche that at their wedding Anderson refused to do give George said dance, so George danced with Anderson's mother instead until all the smirking forced Anderson to break in and steal his husband back.
On the evening of the inaugural ball, Anderson is tying his black tie in the Lincoln Bedroom with Ella Fitzgerald crooning softly and Larry King muted on CNN. When George appears behind him in the mirror, Anderson's surprised he didn't hear the Secret Service banging around outside the door first.
"Dance with me?" George says without a hint of amusement in his voice.
Anderson just raises an eyebrow. George has been rushing around all day getting ready for tonight. Anderson hasn't seen him since breakfast. He figured George was probably getting ready in the Bat Cave somewhere.
"There'll be plenty of time for dancing at the ball," Anderson says, his finger getting stuck in the bow.
"No, there'll be plenty of time for my entire party to kiss your ass, not so much time for dancing with the First Man."
George is right behind him, Anderson can smell the soap, but he can't stop looking at George's reflection in the mirror. This is his husband, and his husband is now the President of the United States. His life is totally surreal. Six years ago he was in Darfur, now he's in Washington D.C.
He sighs and finishes his tie. "One dance, Mr. President."
George's grin makes Anderson's chest hurt. "Okay, but turn off the TV first. I feel weird with Larry watching."
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On the evening of the inaugural ball, Anderson is tying his black tie in the Lincoln Bedroom with Ella Fitzgerald crooning softly and Larry King muted on CNN. When George appears behind him in the mirror, Anderson's surprised he didn't hear the Secret Service banging around outside the door first.
"Dance with me?" George says without a hint of amusement in his voice.
Anderson just raises an eyebrow. George has been rushing around all day getting ready for tonight. Anderson hasn't seen him since breakfast. He figured George was probably getting ready in the Bat Cave somewhere.
"There'll be plenty of time for dancing at the ball," Anderson says, his finger getting stuck in the bow.
"No, there'll be plenty of time for my entire party to kiss your ass, not so much time for dancing with the First Man."
George is right behind him, Anderson can smell the soap, but he can't stop looking at George's reflection in the mirror. This is his husband, and his husband is now the President of the United States. His life is totally surreal. Six years ago he was in Darfur, now he's in Washington D.C.
He sighs and finishes his tie. "One dance, Mr. President."
George's grin makes Anderson's chest hurt. "Okay, but turn off the TV first. I feel weird with Larry watching."