[ It's sharp and hungry and intense that makes his pulse pound in his ears. God, he knew Vasquez would be good at this – or maybe that was just his overactive imagination at work – but knowing and experiencing are two ridiculously different beasts. ]
God—
Fuck—
[ He pants it out in those brief pauses when they come up for air. A little shamefully, he had been half-hard during that brief round in the staff-only hallway, hoping desperately Vasquez wouldn't notice, but he had flagged a little when reality came crashing back in. Now, though, now that this is all above board – in a manner of speaking – now that he knows this isn't for work or maintaining a cover or any other thin excuses—
He just wants. ]
Vas—
[ The elevator chimes, blithely announcing their floor like it's breaking a spell.
Faraday tightens his grip, reluctant to let Vasquez pull away. ]
no subject
God—
Fuck—
[ He pants it out in those brief pauses when they come up for air. A little shamefully, he had been half-hard during that brief round in the staff-only hallway, hoping desperately Vasquez wouldn't notice, but he had flagged a little when reality came crashing back in. Now, though, now that this is all above board – in a manner of speaking – now that he knows this isn't for work or maintaining a cover or any other thin excuses—
He just wants. ]
Vas—
[ The elevator chimes, blithely announcing their floor like it's breaking a spell.
Faraday tightens his grip, reluctant to let Vasquez pull away. ]