[ Vasquez finally turns back to Faraday when his partner speaks. He rubs at his jaw (clean shaven, for the occasion) as he considers the hesitation in Faraday's tone, his nervous posture.
He should tell Faraday that they can just pretend this never happened. He should reassure him that they're fine, that this is no big deal, that it means nothing—
But looking at Faraday with his shirt still untucked, his face flushed, the noticeable swell of well-kissed lips—
Fuck it.
Vasquez closes the short distance between them allowed by the elevator, crowding into Faraday's space. The logical part of him insisting they should bury this is won over by the heat suffusing his veins, the fluttering in his chest that's accompanied every time he's touched Faraday tonight. And he knows – knows – that Faraday could knock him unconscious in a heartbeat, and he wouldn't blame his partner even a little for giving him a pair of black eyes.
But god, he just wants to give in to that moment they'd found in the hall, and how fucking good and easy it had been, and he can't—
Vasquez isn't thinking straight, but right now, he doesn't care.
He reaches up, curling rough palms around Faraday's jaw as he leans in to steal a kiss. ]
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He should tell Faraday that they can just pretend this never happened. He should reassure him that they're fine, that this is no big deal, that it means nothing—
But looking at Faraday with his shirt still untucked, his face flushed, the noticeable swell of well-kissed lips—
Fuck it.
Vasquez closes the short distance between them allowed by the elevator, crowding into Faraday's space. The logical part of him insisting they should bury this is won over by the heat suffusing his veins, the fluttering in his chest that's accompanied every time he's touched Faraday tonight. And he knows – knows – that Faraday could knock him unconscious in a heartbeat, and he wouldn't blame his partner even a little for giving him a pair of black eyes.
But god, he just wants to give in to that moment they'd found in the hall, and how fucking good and easy it had been, and he can't—
Vasquez isn't thinking straight, but right now, he doesn't care.
He reaches up, curling rough palms around Faraday's jaw as he leans in to steal a kiss. ]