[ Vasquez can think on his feet, sure, but Faraday’s impulse is not Vasquez’s initial plan.
(He was about to drag Faraday into one of the bathrooms, but that would probably warrant immediate investigation.)
He’s spent more than enough time with Faraday to recognize that split-second look in his eyes – not to immediately divine his plan, but enough to realize this is going to cross a line or five. There’s no time to ask or strategize or do anything else, and the fact that it’s Faraday grabbing him is the only thing that keeps Vasquez from reacting on instinct.
For a moment, Vasquez isn’t sure if Faraday is going to punch him or—
Oh.
Faraday’s lips crash against Vasquez’s, and for another heartbeat, Vasquez’s mouth is completely slack with shock. He doesn’t return the kiss at first, but after his survival instinct catches up to his good sense, he ends up on the same page; he’s not going to retaliate and risk blowing their cover hard.
(Except he feels like his whole body lights up with Faraday pressed up against him, and his heart hammers in his ears, a flush running through him—)
Vasquez meets Faraday with the same heat, the same frantic attempt to look convincing. He grabs at Faraday’s shirt, untucking it from his slacks to find skin (to look better, to pass this off), and his palm skirts over Faraday’s waist. He finds a grip at the blade of his partner’s hip, yanking him closer, like they can even get closer.
From down the hall, a hesitant voice tries to pipe up: ]
Uh... excuse me?
[ Vasquez (willfully) ignores that first attempt to get their attention, instead groaning quietly into the kiss.
(He doesn’t want to stop? He doesn’t want to be interrupted, as irrational as that is, as much as he knows this is just part of their cover—) ]
no subject
(He was about to drag Faraday into one of the bathrooms, but that would probably warrant immediate investigation.)
He’s spent more than enough time with Faraday to recognize that split-second look in his eyes – not to immediately divine his plan, but enough to realize this is going to cross a line or five. There’s no time to ask or strategize or do anything else, and the fact that it’s Faraday grabbing him is the only thing that keeps Vasquez from reacting on instinct.
For a moment, Vasquez isn’t sure if Faraday is going to punch him or—
Oh.
Faraday’s lips crash against Vasquez’s, and for another heartbeat, Vasquez’s mouth is completely slack with shock. He doesn’t return the kiss at first, but after his survival instinct catches up to his good sense, he ends up on the same page; he’s not going to retaliate and risk blowing their cover hard.
(Except he feels like his whole body lights up with Faraday pressed up against him, and his heart hammers in his ears, a flush running through him—)
Vasquez meets Faraday with the same heat, the same frantic attempt to look convincing. He grabs at Faraday’s shirt, untucking it from his slacks to find skin (to look better, to pass this off), and his palm skirts over Faraday’s waist. He finds a grip at the blade of his partner’s hip, yanking him closer, like they can even get closer.
From down the hall, a hesitant voice tries to pipe up: ]
Uh... excuse me?
[ Vasquez (willfully) ignores that first attempt to get their attention, instead groaning quietly into the kiss.
(He doesn’t want to stop? He doesn’t want to be interrupted, as irrational as that is, as much as he knows this is just part of their cover—) ]