[ it's not a question he expects -- not one he's ever expected in spite of the fact that he's fantasized about it since childhood, in spite of the fact that he's always wanted this.
his heart stops in his throat. he looks to her, the blues of his eyes roiling, and the world around them slows -- just as it had that first night he saw her, draped in emerald. he blinks, silently, as the bustle of the restaurant fades into obscurity, the people around them an afterthought and nothing more.
and then without hesitation, the entirety of his body leans forward -- and his hand curls around her shoulder, feeling out tendon and muscle beneath the pads of his fingers, before he slots his lips against hers.
they're soft. just as soft as he'd imagined. no, better. cloud melts into her, the wick of a candle flickering in the dark. his grip does not relinquish; he's barely been given anything, and yet he finds himself chasing more, selfishly, greedily, as if this wasn't enough.
but it would do for now. his skin is alight, head trapped in between the throes of ecstasy and the haze of unreality. it's good. it's bad. it's everything he's ever wanted and more. ]
You don't have to ask. [ is all he says by the end. ]
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his heart stops in his throat. he looks to her, the blues of his eyes roiling, and the world around them slows -- just as it had that first night he saw her, draped in emerald. he blinks, silently, as the bustle of the restaurant fades into obscurity, the people around them an afterthought and nothing more.
and then without hesitation, the entirety of his body leans forward -- and his hand curls around her shoulder, feeling out tendon and muscle beneath the pads of his fingers, before he slots his lips against hers.
they're soft. just as soft as he'd imagined. no, better. cloud melts into her, the wick of a candle flickering in the dark. his grip does not relinquish; he's barely been given anything, and yet he finds himself chasing more, selfishly, greedily, as if this wasn't enough.
but it would do for now. his skin is alight, head trapped in between the throes of ecstasy and the haze of unreality. it's good. it's bad. it's everything he's ever wanted and more. ]
You don't have to ask. [ is all he says by the end. ]