[ Vasquez manages not to stumble down the hall after Faraday as he's yanked along. He feels lightheaded, buzzing and warm, already itching to get his hands back on Faraday.
He rocks impatiently on his heel, waiting for Faraday to get the door open, and mercifully, he hears the high-pitched beep to signify its unlock. Vasquez reaches around Faraday for the doorknob, impatiently crowding them both over the threshold so he can kick the door shut with his loafer.
The room is dark, but Vasquez doesn't bother reaching for the lightswitch. He drags Faraday in by his shirt, pushing at his jacket to shove it down his arms. They can worry about being able to see after they've made some progress with stripping – because, fuck, Vasquez really wants to appreciate seeing Faraday like this. ]
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He rocks impatiently on his heel, waiting for Faraday to get the door open, and mercifully, he hears the high-pitched beep to signify its unlock. Vasquez reaches around Faraday for the doorknob, impatiently crowding them both over the threshold so he can kick the door shut with his loafer.
The room is dark, but Vasquez doesn't bother reaching for the lightswitch. He drags Faraday in by his shirt, pushing at his jacket to shove it down his arms. They can worry about being able to see after they've made some progress with stripping – because, fuck, Vasquez really wants to appreciate seeing Faraday like this. ]