"I don't tell you what anything I say in Spanish means," Vasquez is happy that this much is true, because he can counter with this. He's in deep shit, he feels it, he can tell, but at the same time, he's not about to fold and show his cards. They might have a fight because Vasquez is lying, but it will be nothing compared to the fight they'll have once Faraday finds out what carino and querido, and most of all, nene means.
He wishes he hadn't stood, misses the warmth of Faraday's body under his hands, but with a sorrowful ache, reminds himself that this is the exact thing that he's only dreaming about having -- like hands on bare skin, lips on it, murmuring half of those nicknames against Faraday's hips and mouth and other places.
Flushed pink with the thought, he runs a hand through his hair absently to fix any loose curls, finally dredging up the courage to look at Faraday. "I told you, learn Spanish if you want to know what I say. I learned how to speak English," he says pointedly. "Sometimes, I know even more of it than you when Goodnight is speaking," he jibes.
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Date: 2017-12-03 12:50 pm (UTC)He wishes he hadn't stood, misses the warmth of Faraday's body under his hands, but with a sorrowful ache, reminds himself that this is the exact thing that he's only dreaming about having -- like hands on bare skin, lips on it, murmuring half of those nicknames against Faraday's hips and mouth and other places.
Flushed pink with the thought, he runs a hand through his hair absently to fix any loose curls, finally dredging up the courage to look at Faraday. "I told you, learn Spanish if you want to know what I say. I learned how to speak English," he says pointedly. "Sometimes, I know even more of it than you when Goodnight is speaking," he jibes.