Vasquez practically tears off at his shirt when Faraday gets it to his shoulders, not wanting it on him for a single second more when it could be off him and he could be mostly naked. Leaving it in a crumpled pile behind him, Vasquez surges up and grabs Faraday by the neck to haul him in for a messier kiss, growing frantic with every moment that passes without the clothes off every more.
Breathless, Vasquez leans back on his elbow when Faraday goes for his belt, tugging him down so that Faraday will fall on top of him, but he's not smart enough to let Faraday do this without at least one or two little remarks.
Besides, there is the part where he genuinely wants to know, "What happened to not fucking me?" is his heated and rough demand, voice hoarse.
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Date: 2018-07-12 11:14 pm (UTC)Breathless, Vasquez leans back on his elbow when Faraday goes for his belt, tugging him down so that Faraday will fall on top of him, but he's not smart enough to let Faraday do this without at least one or two little remarks.
Besides, there is the part where he genuinely wants to know, "What happened to not fucking me?" is his heated and rough demand, voice hoarse.