"quick-" this was. not, how he was going to do this. (were there plans? shit, maybe.) it's so clichƩ as to hurt, so perfectly veiled by pragmatism that neither'll have to deal with it afterwards - just two idiots kissing in an alley to shake shitbags off their tail; pale hands grasping for a perfect face (if it's like this, he'll still fuckin' make it sweet / how could it not be-?). "-sorry," not quite through a calculation as to how justified another attempt would be when he. just goes for it.
@ofrhapsodes
Ā Ā Ā There is no time to think, to consider, to argue, not when thereās already hands framing his face and soft lips against his own. Oh, how heās longed to do this, thought about it in every waking moment. Heās felt it take up all his processing power, filling out his very being.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Just when his mind has finally caught up with the present and heās considered lifting his hands, holding the other, itās over. Just like that.
Ā Ā Ā But he wonāt let it be over, not when heās finally gotten what heās dreamed of so long. He doesnāt think of the implications, the consequences. He just does. So he lifts his hands around the otherās waist, pulling him close when he tries to draw back, no time to think. And then his colder lips are back where they should be, against the much warmer, much livelier, much more human body that heās craved to touch for so long.
Ā Ā Ā They can think about what this makes them later. Nothing has to change, no one has to say a word. They donāt have to lose a single word over this. Though, heās not sure which possibility is more likely to break his artificial heart.
