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#mickey wanted 'killer' ian wanted 'coco'
scurvgirl · 9 months
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Good morning, I should be working on my fic but I had this thought instead. Post season 11.
“We need a new bed, Mick.” Ian was right, ‘course he was. The full bed had always been on the small side for Ian’s frame and now that they had the dog (and Mickey didn’t have the heart to kick her out of the bed), his poor husband was slowly being pushed out of his own bed. So, they went to a discount mattress and bed frame store. Decent enough place, there was plenty to choose from. Mickey was thinking a good queen size would be good but Ian apparently had other ideas.
“We need a king - look at all the space!” Ian gestured to the large bed and Mickey frowned. Look, he might admit to needing a bigger bed but he also...he didn’t want Ian to be a fuckin’ continent away while he was sleeping. 
“It’s fuckin’ expensive as shit, let’s get a queen.”
“Mickey, I’ve never really had a bed long enough for me - look how long this is! Plenty of room for us and Kiki.” 
“It’s too fuckin’ big, man.”
“Too big? I’m a six foot man being chased out of my bed by my husband and pitbull. We need big.”
Mickey shifted his weight on his feet. “Yeah well, what if I like being on top each other a little, huh?”
Ian stopped, turned to Mickey and smiled that stupid fucking smile like he had Mickey’s number (which he did but he didn’t have to be an ass about it). 
“Baby.”
“Don’t fuckin’ ‘baby’ me here!” Mickey hissed.
“Baby,” Ian repeated, “I’m still gonna hold you in a big bed. I’m still gonna make you a little spoon.”
“You shut the fuck up right now,” there was no real bite to Mickey’s words though.
Ian crowded Mickey, placing his big hands on Mickey’s hips before leaning down to kiss Mickey’s forehead. “I want space for my legs, baby, not space away from you.”
They ended up getting the king. The night it was delivered, Ian wrapped himself around Mickey and stretched out his legs while Kiki stretched out at the foot of the bed. 
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