Cassian rubs between his shoulder blades, steady as he can. "Shhh, it's okay, it's--" The kiss cuts him off, welcome interruption (because what is he even saying, it's not okay, how can any of this be okay), a surge of heat forcing the chill out from under his skin. His breath catches with it, as the fingers of his free hand catch in Bodhi's hair and curve against his nape. Safe. I've got you. Don't go.
Keep me here.
He tries to say it without words, without putting another inch of space between them, but the angle is awkward and the blanket keeps getting in the way, and he breaks the kiss long enough to gasp, "Come here, just--"
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Date: 2019-04-27 01:04 am (UTC)Keep me here.
He tries to say it without words, without putting another inch of space between them, but the angle is awkward and the blanket keeps getting in the way, and he breaks the kiss long enough to gasp, "Come here, just--"