[ Vasquez moves so quickly that Faraday just knows the man intends to beat him black and blue even before they reach the privacy of their hotel room.
And that's fine. Faraday just braces himself for the fist that's guaranteed to meet his face. After all, Faraday just did a little dance over about a half dozen lines for the sake of maintaining their cover. Sure, it worked, and Vasquez was clever enough to play along, but the man couldn't possibly have been happy about it.
But Vasquez doesn't punch him. He brackets Faraday's face instead, and Faraday thinks a little faintly, "Oh. He's just gonna snap my neck."
Well. Faraday had a good run.
It takes a breath for Faraday to realize what's actually happening, and when Vasquez kisses him again, far more chaste than what they got up to just a handful of minutes prior,, Faraday lets out a muffled, surprised noise, eyes wide and entire body rigid. Instinctively, he grabs hold of the other man's lapel, but he doesn't do anything with it.
For a heartbeat, anyway.
He should push Vasquez off. He should remind him that this is complicated and will muddy things up. But Faraday has never been particularly good with restraint, is even worse when it means getting something he wants.
And good God, he wants. Has wanted for-fucking-goddamn-ever.
So he grabs both sides of Vasquez's jacket and yanks the other man closer with a low, desperate growl. ]
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And that's fine. Faraday just braces himself for the fist that's guaranteed to meet his face. After all, Faraday just did a little dance over about a half dozen lines for the sake of maintaining their cover. Sure, it worked, and Vasquez was clever enough to play along, but the man couldn't possibly have been happy about it.
But Vasquez doesn't punch him. He brackets Faraday's face instead, and Faraday thinks a little faintly, "Oh. He's just gonna snap my neck."
Well. Faraday had a good run.
It takes a breath for Faraday to realize what's actually happening, and when Vasquez kisses him again, far more chaste than what they got up to just a handful of minutes prior,, Faraday lets out a muffled, surprised noise, eyes wide and entire body rigid. Instinctively, he grabs hold of the other man's lapel, but he doesn't do anything with it.
For a heartbeat, anyway.
He should push Vasquez off. He should remind him that this is complicated and will muddy things up. But Faraday has never been particularly good with restraint, is even worse when it means getting something he wants.
And good God, he wants. Has wanted for-fucking-goddamn-ever.
So he grabs both sides of Vasquez's jacket and yanks the other man closer with a low, desperate growl. ]