"Why? God, why, don't be." Is he laughing? Hissing in anger? Shaking with some unnameable overflow of emotion? Even Bodhi doesn't know, can't spare the mental bandwidth when Cassian is solid and too-warm from sleep and here.
Here, where Bodhi can press his face into his pulse, scrape his palms against his stubble, thumb at the hair curling in front of his ears. Not 24 hours earlier, he'd woken wrapped around a stranger, had kissed their spine and their neck unknowingly.
Shuddering, he tilts Cassian's face between his hands and kisses him, hungry and searching, a question chasing an answer. How much time do they have? What's the best way to spend it? Why is this happening at all? What will it take to set all that aside for a little while?
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Date: 2019-04-26 06:24 am (UTC)Here, where Bodhi can press his face into his pulse, scrape his palms against his stubble, thumb at the hair curling in front of his ears. Not 24 hours earlier, he'd woken wrapped around a stranger, had kissed their spine and their neck unknowingly.
Shuddering, he tilts Cassian's face between his hands and kisses him, hungry and searching, a question chasing an answer. How much time do they have? What's the best way to spend it? Why is this happening at all? What will it take to set all that aside for a little while?