Hi Tumblr, I’ve been resurrected by Heated Rivalry and of course it was only a matter of time until the fic bug bit me. Dipping my toe in with a little drabble of Shane’s “I want to eat your face” thoughts at the cottage. Show canon compliant, idk about book. Lmk what you think 💜
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I adore you rockets into Shane’s thoughts as they collapse together onto his cottage’s couch, and it sounds ridiculous and saccharine, but he can’t stop thinking it, and it rattles through his head every time he looks at Ilya, the way the afternoon sun lights up his eyes, the way he sometimes laughs like it escaped out of him by surprise and maybe he wants to snatch it back out of the air.
I’m crazy about you, he also thinks, but it doesn’t come close to capturing the way he wants to crack open Ilya’s ribcage and climb inside. Later, when Ilya collapses half-over Shane, sweaty and panting and mumbling something in Russian against his neck, Shane buries both hands in Ilya’s hair and thinks of the skull and the brain inside, and frankly it’s bizarre that he’s allowed to hold the most important thing in the f*cking universe between his hands. He’s never thought of himself as a touchy-feely kind of person, but he wants to bury his face in Ilya’s hair and feel his breath against his pulse until they both expire, is that too much to ask?
But he still tiptoes carefully around the word love, even in the darkest recesses of his own thoughts, until Ilya spits out a string of Russian, Russian, then English on a near-sob. I love you.
Holy shit.
