Now that he's said it, Vasquez thinks it's probably a good idea despite the reasoning being selfish. Maybe it's not smart to tell Faraday that the only reason he wants to go back is to give themselves some privacy, to offer something that hasn't been offered yet, but lucky for him, he's got plenty of excuses that handily fall in line with actual reasons.
Easing his mare into a steady trot, he settles at Faraday's side as they move through the hot day, reaching back to mop the sweat at the back of his neck with his rag. "We could use a top up of supplies," he admits, because in this heat, they're going through water faster. "Not to mention, you're moving slower," he adds, with a gesture at Faraday's leg.
Once he's in a comfortable enough canter, he glances around them to make sure that no one is keeping an eye on them before he moves his hand to Faraday's knee, squeezing gently before sliding his palm up his thigh, letting it drift away after. "And I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mind a bed."
He feels like a boy again, tempted and tumbling through things that he can't believe are happening. The fact that he can do this is still a shock, sometimes he thinks maybe he did get shot and he's in some personal heaven, though that's definitely not the case. They still bicker, there's still arguments, but Vasquez also has a habit now of staring at Faraday with fondness for every insult and something warmer for every time they do end up tumbling together, like the brightest fire Vasquez has ever built.
"The next town isn't for days," he protests. "If we tried for Rose Creek, it'd be maybe a week." That should be the rational thought - get to Rose Creek where it's safe, where no one will be after him.
The trouble is, he's been hot and sweaty all day, his mind drifting, and it keeps landing on thoughts of letting Faraday take him apart in a bed in ways that they haven't done exactly yet. "Entonces tal vez podrías follarme," he says, mostly to himself.
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Easing his mare into a steady trot, he settles at Faraday's side as they move through the hot day, reaching back to mop the sweat at the back of his neck with his rag. "We could use a top up of supplies," he admits, because in this heat, they're going through water faster. "Not to mention, you're moving slower," he adds, with a gesture at Faraday's leg.
Once he's in a comfortable enough canter, he glances around them to make sure that no one is keeping an eye on them before he moves his hand to Faraday's knee, squeezing gently before sliding his palm up his thigh, letting it drift away after. "And I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mind a bed."
He feels like a boy again, tempted and tumbling through things that he can't believe are happening. The fact that he can do this is still a shock, sometimes he thinks maybe he did get shot and he's in some personal heaven, though that's definitely not the case. They still bicker, there's still arguments, but Vasquez also has a habit now of staring at Faraday with fondness for every insult and something warmer for every time they do end up tumbling together, like the brightest fire Vasquez has ever built.
"The next town isn't for days," he protests. "If we tried for Rose Creek, it'd be maybe a week." That should be the rational thought - get to Rose Creek where it's safe, where no one will be after him.
The trouble is, he's been hot and sweaty all day, his mind drifting, and it keeps landing on thoughts of letting Faraday take him apart in a bed in ways that they haven't done exactly yet. "Entonces tal vez podrías follarme," he says, mostly to himself.