Vasquez can't help how he grins back against Faraday's lips into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Faraday's neck to keep him from going too far, because he's not intending to let Faraday move for at least a minute, maybe two (maybe ten). "No," he says, honest and half-numb. "I don't think I can feel my toes," he admits, laughing brightly.
He absently lets his fingers drift into Faraday's hair, stroking it as he reclines back on the single bed in the room, wondering how this happened, when today he thought he'd be coming into town to win a bet and prove he was more charming by wooing someone else into bed. Apparently, not. His heart is still racing wildly in his chest, but he doesn't want to move.
"I still think this is a dream," he confesses bluntly, because it feels like it can't be real. "Of course, in my dream, you never wear any clothes." He lets his eyes roam over Faraday's body hungrily. "Wait. Never mind, maybe it is a good dream."
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Date: 2018-02-06 01:41 am (UTC)He absently lets his fingers drift into Faraday's hair, stroking it as he reclines back on the single bed in the room, wondering how this happened, when today he thought he'd be coming into town to win a bet and prove he was more charming by wooing someone else into bed. Apparently, not. His heart is still racing wildly in his chest, but he doesn't want to move.
"I still think this is a dream," he confesses bluntly, because it feels like it can't be real. "Of course, in my dream, you never wear any clothes." He lets his eyes roam over Faraday's body hungrily. "Wait. Never mind, maybe it is a good dream."