it's quite fun to go from the deepest of friends to... this, to @maereor on hypatia's lap and the sounds of their connection crowding the air. years of allegiance, of camaraderie, of friendly banter and saving each other's lives in the thick of battle, and all of those intense feelings have melted down and churned into this heavy, heated display. hypatia drags her fingers through victor's hair, fisting at the roots, at his scalp — the tug isn't violent, but it comes with purpose, with the pleading pull of more kisses. he's at her jawbone now, but it's not enough to satisfy the inquisitor's newly-discovered need. she tugs again, and their lips reunite. belated, but appreciated. beautiful. "i always wondered." the words go rasped between their mouths. "wondered if... if i said something, and you didn't feel the same... if that would ruin what we have." that's the kind of confession you save for after the makeout, not during, but hypatia's emotions run rampant on her brain and turn her logical thoughts into a gummy paste. she can't process her language when victor is kissing her like this, when he's on her lap like this, when he's pressed against her body, folding forward into her chest... "you matter to me." another truth poured from high emotions. "and i... i don't want to lose you." those words are barbed with a sultry whine, something sharp in victor's mouth as her arms tighten over his shoulders. "need you..." maybe that's the beauty of physical interest that spawns from friendship: the truth just keeps pouring out. "always need you..."
