He's watching Faraday carefully, like he might somehow give away some hint or indication about what's happened to him. Speechless is not something that has happened on the road between them, so it must be intensely serious for it to happen now. He watches the glass go to the nightstand, eyeing Faraday warily because 'I'm fine' has been said so many times, only does he ever believe it?
For the most part, it's always been an outright lie, if Vasquez is honest, because when Faraday says he's fine, it's always a mask to hide the fact that he's not. Either his leg is bad or he's trying to pretend that something isn't so bad.
What he would never in a thousand years expect by 'I'm fine' is what happens next. For a second, Vasquez actually thinks that he's gone and hit his head when he'd been getting the water. Maybe he's gone into some kind of concussion dream and he's stupidly dreaming of something he's thought about so many times before.
Faraday's lips on his.
His hands on his clothes, pulling him in.
It's the shock of the moment, the sheer disbelief it could be real, that lets Vasquez work on autopilot, surging forward and cupping Faraday's cheeks as he clambers his way onto the bed, diving deep into what he'd thought were forbidden waters. It's when he turns his face a little to inhale sharply before deepening the kiss that he hears the rasp of his beard on Faraday's skin, sees his hat tumble away, and those two things knock him back to reality.
Shaking his head, he eases back, gaping at Faraday. "I..." It looks like it's his turn to be speechless, barely aware that even though he's eased back, he is still straddling Faraday, so he hasn't exactly gone too far.
"If this is some kind of pity or joke, I don't want it," he warns, because the last thing he needs is for Faraday to do this because he wants to hold something over Vasquez's head or he thinks that if this happens, then it will all be fine.
Still, for a man who's protesting this, he hasn't moved from his straddle, hasn't stopped absently stroking his thumbs up and down the line of Faraday's neck, like he's just hoping.
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Date: 2018-01-10 11:16 pm (UTC)For the most part, it's always been an outright lie, if Vasquez is honest, because when Faraday says he's fine, it's always a mask to hide the fact that he's not. Either his leg is bad or he's trying to pretend that something isn't so bad.
What he would never in a thousand years expect by 'I'm fine' is what happens next. For a second, Vasquez actually thinks that he's gone and hit his head when he'd been getting the water. Maybe he's gone into some kind of concussion dream and he's stupidly dreaming of something he's thought about so many times before.
Faraday's lips on his.
His hands on his clothes, pulling him in.
It's the shock of the moment, the sheer disbelief it could be real, that lets Vasquez work on autopilot, surging forward and cupping Faraday's cheeks as he clambers his way onto the bed, diving deep into what he'd thought were forbidden waters. It's when he turns his face a little to inhale sharply before deepening the kiss that he hears the rasp of his beard on Faraday's skin, sees his hat tumble away, and those two things knock him back to reality.
Shaking his head, he eases back, gaping at Faraday. "I..." It looks like it's his turn to be speechless, barely aware that even though he's eased back, he is still straddling Faraday, so he hasn't exactly gone too far.
"If this is some kind of pity or joke, I don't want it," he warns, because the last thing he needs is for Faraday to do this because he wants to hold something over Vasquez's head or he thinks that if this happens, then it will all be fine.
Still, for a man who's protesting this, he hasn't moved from his straddle, hasn't stopped absently stroking his thumbs up and down the line of Faraday's neck, like he's just hoping.