Vasquez does make a disappointed noise when Faraday starts to busy himself in getting himself dressed, his own legs still mostly bare as he stretches them out on the bed, smoking with the ease of someone who hasn't managed to get feeling back to all his limbs. Reaching out with a hand, he slides his thumb in a rubbing circling motion against Faraday's hip as he tries to pluck and pull at his shirt, getting close enough for a kiss.
"I'm not going anywhere," he vows, his voice low and rough. Smug as anything, he lays back on the bed and thinks that they're not going to have as much luck roughing it in the future, not now that they've done this, not when there's so much more to do.
The very thought of actually fucking Faraday, letting him fuck him, gives him a shiver, but he can be patient and wait. "Wouldn't want to give you any reason to have to do work," he jibes, but the touch and the smile on his lips counters any words.
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Date: 2018-02-13 12:25 pm (UTC)"I'm not going anywhere," he vows, his voice low and rough. Smug as anything, he lays back on the bed and thinks that they're not going to have as much luck roughing it in the future, not now that they've done this, not when there's so much more to do.
The very thought of actually fucking Faraday, letting him fuck him, gives him a shiver, but he can be patient and wait. "Wouldn't want to give you any reason to have to do work," he jibes, but the touch and the smile on his lips counters any words.