[ Only once Faraday draws away entirely does Vasquez allow himself to flop backwards onto the bed. His chest heaves with the effort of trying to catch his breath, his eyes a little hazy as the room tips sideways for a second.
That sharp dig of Faraday's teeth brings Vasquez back to reality, catching him off guard enough to startle out a noise (bordering dangerously close to another whine). His fingers tighten and flex in Faraday's hair again, then finally drop away.
He goes boneless when Faraday lets up, and the muttering under his breath is still English, though something closer to "fucking bastard" than a compliment, this time. ]
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That sharp dig of Faraday's teeth brings Vasquez back to reality, catching him off guard enough to startle out a noise (bordering dangerously close to another whine). His fingers tighten and flex in Faraday's hair again, then finally drop away.
He goes boneless when Faraday lets up, and the muttering under his breath is still English, though something closer to "fucking bastard" than a compliment, this time. ]
You actually— trying to kill me tonight, cabrón?