[wherein all the choices he makes a mess of him, it's just nobody knows it because he's good at burying things. burying bodies, burying emotions. one more frequenting than the other.]
I doubt there's any way to be careful in a broom clo...
[she presses closer. somehow. he was pretty sure they were close as is but she finds the empty spots and occupies them with her hips and waist. all against his side.
he steadies his breathing and it's a fucking effort to keep from stuttering a step or not having his fingers flex on her side.
they make it outside to a balcony. sorry, no closet. it's secluded and as soon as he realizes nobody is watching, peels himself away and runs a hand through his less-messy-than-usual hair.]
That was close. [he sighs, and fidgets with his collar as he levels a look at her.
it fought the law and the law won?
I doubt there's any way to be careful in a broom clo...
[she presses closer. somehow. he was pretty sure they were close as is but she finds the empty spots and occupies them with her hips and waist. all against his side.
he steadies his breathing and it's a fucking effort to keep from stuttering a step or not having his fingers flex on her side.
they make it outside to a balcony. sorry, no closet. it's secluded and as soon as he realizes nobody is watching, peels himself away and runs a hand through his less-messy-than-usual hair.]
That was close. [he sighs, and fidgets with his collar as he levels a look at her.
and quickly averts his eyes.]
There's such a thing as overacting, you know.