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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2020 20:11:56 GMT
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[attr="class","lyr2"]you're a
[attr="class","lyr3"]⋆ [attr="class","lyr4"] star, in nobody's
[attr="class","lyr5"]★ [attr="class","lyr6"]eyes but
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tag: @inara // wordcount: 462
[attr="class","skep-img"]  [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"]  When he'd woke up that morning, he'd expected the day to go quite a lot differently than it had. It had started out pretty decent actually. He'd woke up in a fairly good mood, knowing tonight he had a date with a certain handsome chef. Andrew had a time putting together an outfit for their dinner date together, but he eventually got it figured out after texting his sisters about it. They'd been surprisingly helpful helping him find something that wasn't too casual but also not too formal. He'd appreciated that greatly. He'd made coffee and he'd even had time to prepare breakfast for once. After dressing in his work attire, he caught the 6:30 a.m. bus heading to the West End and when he'd walked into Watchdog headquarters, things seemed to be running decently smooth. He'd had to sift through a few memos on his desk, direct workflow to solve some minor issues, nothing too horrendous.[break][break] Until 8 am hit. London's servers crashed, and the workload for the office increased by a significant and drastic margin. Andy was able to stabilize the situation for the moment, but at the cost of his day and his evening plans. He'd texted Inara around noon to let him know he wasn't going to make it out, explaining what had happened. Even though he knew he had legitimate reasons, he felt like crap for cancelling their first date together. As much as he enjoyed programming, he found himself in a foul mood the rest of the day because of what had happened. That was how he found himself now, at 7:30 pm, already past a twelve hour day. He was in the middle of finishing up a SQL database tool for a company based out of Cork, Ireland. Glaring at his screen, he miss-typed and forgot his semi-colon and Oracle threw away his whole command. Truly frustrating.[break][break]
Andrew straightened in his chair, rubbing his eyes groggily and turning away from the screen. He still had two more orders to finish up before he could leave, and it was three hours past when he'd set up the date with Inara. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, hoping Inara wouldn't take it as disinterest. It figured the moment he tried to exercise some sort of social life it would inevitably blow up in his face like this. He paced his office idly, his anxieties swarming around him. All the "what-ifs" bouncing around the confines of his head. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and began counting. He couldn't afford to let them get him worked up however. Once he reached number ten, he reopened his eyes. Stepping towards his desk chair, he sat down and began retyping the command once more.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 0:29:53 GMT
At work, everyone kept asking why he was so smiley. Inara shrugged it off, asking if there had to be a reason. "It's just a good day," he'd said. Of course he was skirting the truth. Inara wasn't deluding himself. He knew very well why he'd sprung out of bed that morning full of nervous, anticipative energy, but also a kind of fizzling hope.
Thus far, he'd managed to keep his planned date with Andrew a secret, which was a miracle in itself. Inara didn't know why he'd held it close to his chest. Everyone would make a big deal, he was sure. He didn't date. Not really. Not like his brothers or even other staple members of HomeGrown's staff.
And Inara was nervous. Even if it was a good sort of nervous. He didn't want anyone else's behavior adding to it. After that night, he would say he was sort of seeing someone, Inara had decided. So, in the meantime, "it's just a good day" was all he'd give his fellow chefs and HomeGrown employees.
Then came the text. Inara had only read it through once before jotting down a quick, but sincere reply explaining he completely understood Andrew's situation. He was mostly surprised that it wasn't his work making him postpone the date. But then Inara had sat down, despite the kitchen being in full swing, and dissected the text Andrew had sent with numb precision. If his happiness had been noticed and commented on until then, Inara's nosedive into sullenness was even more.
He dove into his work with a single-minded focus in the following hours. Inara'd hoped that that would distract him from the stone of heavy disappointment that'd settled immovably in his stomach. Contrarily, it just let his mind mull and ponder, and point out countless times that it wasn't a big deal. Andrew had said they'd plan another date night instead. He just had to be patient.
Inara's brooding was what brought him there, at seven-thirty at night, to Watchdog's Astaria City branch. Because he'd decided that, big deal or not, he wanted to see Andrew, and so he was going to. With a bag full of goodies in one hand (including a tall bottle of chilled wine) and a bouquet of HomeGrown wildflowers in the other, Inara shooed away any doubts or nervousness and went inside.
Inara had a little bit of difficulty formulating why he was there to the people he encountered next. But they got it. More by his flustered, broken, senseless words than any decent explanation on his part. And then, just as inexplicably as Inara found himself outside of Watchdog, he was outside of an office whose plaque was labeled "Andrew Tozier."
The door was ajar.
He swallowed, hoping that this wouldn't be awkward, that all of the gentle glances and warmth Inara remembered sharing with Andrew a few days ago hadn't been his imagination. There was nothing for it now. His need to see Andrew brought him there and, he guessed, he was about to find out one way or another if that need was on both sides.
Inara knocked on the frame of the door, peering in through the slivered door. His golden eyes fell on Andrew and the lump of melancholy in his gut melted away. "Hi," he said, lamely, cheeks warm. "I, uh, brought you these," Inara added, lifting the bouquet to cover the bottom half of his face. "And wine. And food." The flowers, fortunately, concealed him biting his bottom lip hard, waiting for Andrew's reaction. |  . . . you'd be on the new york time's best seller list. how to make a man dizzy with just one kiss. how to get the boy with just one look: baby, you could write a book . . . eos @andy
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 2:53:19 GMT
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tag: @inara // wordcount: 436
[attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] After what seemed like several eternities, he finally finished the database and got it forwarded to the quality department. A deep sigh left him and he looked at the keyboard. Andrew hardly heard the knock on the door frame, and a wilted 'come in' was the only thing in that moment he felt he could spare. His eyes felt so dried out. He'd forgone his yellow tinted glasses an hour or so earlier and he was paying for it now, he was sure of it. [break][break]
He almost didn't believe it when he saw Inara standing at the door, brandishing a bouquet of flowers and a bag. Andy had to take a moment to collect himself, the abject surprise plain on his face. The shock must've done something to him because he was out of his chair moments later, looking close to fully revitalized. He couldn't, nor did he want to conceal a huge grin. Andrew walked to the door of the office, meeting Inara there, and opened the door up. [break][break]
At first, the only thing he could manage was a returned greeting. "Hi," He'd echoed. Every ounce of his foul mood seemed to have drained away now. He stepped aside, wordlessly inviting Inara into his office, and attempted to straighten up his tie that'd ended up loosened several hours ago. "You really didn't have to do this," Andrew's eyes searched for a moment, almost like he was looking for the words, before they rested and met Inara's. After the momentary pause, he added, "But I'm so grateful that you did."[break][break]
His eyes began to water, and at that point even he wasn't sure if it was because they were so dried out or if he'd actually gotten that emotional. He side-stepped to grab a tissue from the dark wooden desktop, dabbing at his eyes. Swiping the tears away, he moved to close the door fully. He motioned for Inara to sit with him on the small loveseat that sat against the wall perpendicular to where his desk sat. There was a small coffee table for him to put his bag. Andrew sat down and made space next to him, happily accepting the wildflowers. "Thank you. This...really means a lot to me. It's been a long day, and it was only made worse earlier when I had to reschedule our plans. Again, thank you." With a great deal of shyness in the gesture, Andrew reached his hand forward in an attempt to interlock their fingers. Letting a sigh escape him once more, this time significantly calmer without a trace of frustration.
[attr="class","boxo-notes"]he was def tearing up because Inara >,>
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 14:43:49 GMT
There was one, terrifying moment when all that Andrew looked was shocked. A gnarled barb of emotions threatened to spear through Inara's chest. But before it could even begin, Andrew's lips were wide in a grin and he was on his feet, closing the distance and Inara felt so stupid for ever worrying that Andrew might not want to see him.
"Hi," Andrew said, opening the door and for a few seconds, the two of them just stared, smiling like dorks over top of the bouquet between them. Andrew stepped aside and Inara took the invitation, moving into the office and looked over his shoulder as the other man straightened his tie.
"I..." Inara debated for a microsecond withholding the truth. Any doubt or anxiety that'd been festering before was completely uprooted and cast aside by Andrew's presence and clear, sincere happiness at having Inara there, though. Emboldened, he shrugged one shoulder meekly, "I wanted to see you. Really badly." Maybe the last part wasn't necessary, but he didn't regret adding it.
Inara's soft gladness colored with intrigue and a bit of concern when Andrew, blinking heavily, went to snatch a tissue from his desk. His confusion was stymied when Andrew gestured to the loveseat. Inara set his bag and bouquet down on the coffee table before it, perching on the edge of the miniature sofa, next to Andrew, pivoted to partially face him.
Andrew's presence and smile had made Inara fully confident in his choice to come to Watchdog that night. But when he verbalized all the things that Inara felt he gleaned in those things, the younger man's chest felt tight in all the best ways. Andrew reached forward, and his fingers wound through Inara's. He took a sharp, soundless inhale of breath, every square inch of his skin suddenly tingling at the contact.
"You're welcome," Inara could only manage to breathe. He thought of going on to explain how his motives for turning up were probably mostly selfish - he was glad beyond words that being there had Andrew so touched and seemingly happy, but Inara had come because he wanted to see Andrew. Only, his focus was snagged on a tear that managed to trickle from Andrew's eye as he sighed contentedly.
Inara didn't know why the tear was there in the first place, all that mattered was making it go away. Reaching up instinctively, he cupped that side of Andrew's face with his free hand and used one thumb, callused from years spent split between gardens and kitchens, to wipe the droplet away. Inara only then realized the intimacy of the gesture and, gaze locking with Andrew's, his lips parted slightly in sudden, dusky embarrassment.
"I... hope you like rosé," he heard himself saying. Inara turned toward his bag as a prop to busy himself with, to move past the heady swell of impulses that'd nearly swept him up and drowned him a moment ago, so close to Andrew, sharing body heat and the same air. "And I brought food in case you hadn't eaten." Inara didn't mention how he, himself, hadn't eaten, through a combination of nerves and then hoping that Andrew hadn't and they could share their meal together. | . . . you'd be on the new york time's best seller list. how to make a man dizzy with just one kiss. how to get the boy with just one look: baby, you could write a book . . . eos @andy
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 16:06:20 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]cause andy
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[attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] His heart swelled dramatically. Inara had wanted to see him. Badly. Andrew's pulse redoubled it's efforts, and he was almost surprised his visitor couldn't hear it beating out of his chest. Their fingers wove together perfectly, fitting almost exactly like a puzzle. For a moment he was entranced with the sight, and at the warm feeling of Inara's skin was against his own. He was almost overwhelmed when the same warmth expanded to his cheek. The thumb pad swiped at his skin, brushing the stray tear away. His face flushed, dusting his nose, cheeks, and even the tips of his ears with a bright pink-red hue. It was almost as if both of them realized what had just happened, Andrew's eyes refocusing and meeting Inara's. He only broke their contact when he ever so briefly glanced at Inara's lips, and how they'd been parted in what looked to him like quiet surprise. In a flash, however he met his companion's gaze once more. [break][break]
In part, he was thankful for the distraction Inara brought up. The air around them seemed to keep heating up warmer by the second and it felt hard to breathe, especially when they'd just been staring at each other in shock. Andrew smiled, and nodded at the mention of rosé. "I do...thank you." He realized he was starting to sound a bit like a broken record. At the same time however, he really was grateful for all this. Part of him felt a gnawing tinge of self disappointment, that he hadn't thought to perhaps do something similar after he'd gotten out of work, or sent a bouquet. He resolved to make it up to Inara by doing something special as well. He'd have to save the plotting for later however. [break][break]
"Oh! I haven't since noon, no. Been chained to my desk since then and I think I just forgot at some point." He answered with a sheepish laugh. "I think we've got plates and cups in the cafeteria. I can run and get those if we need them." As if he was testing it out, he experimentally squeezed Inara's hand. He intended it to be comforting, but also as a means to get his companion's attention once more. Meeting eyes again, he gave a small, shy smile. For a moment his words seemed to catch in his through, but he worked out in his head what he wanted to say eventually and was able to articulate his thoughts. "I just wanted to say, I'm really happy to see you. I wanted to see you too. Really bad." He echoed the last bit back to Inara and gave him an almost conspiratory smile.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 17:46:49 GMT
With every passing heartbeat, every traded glance, every spoken word, Inara felt more and more silly that he'd been so worried Andrew wouldn't have wanted him to turn up unannounced. The other man hadn't eaten, he said, and that made Inara even more content, which he hadn't thought possible.
The squeeze of his fingers turned his chin back to Andrew, who was looking at him in a way that made Inara dizzy. The words that followed brought color to his cheeks and flooded him with a warmth both innocent and not. He instinctively squeezed Andrew's hand back and again got distracted just staring, touched and tender, at him.
And, again, it was Inara's job to divert his own attention to other things. To resist what now felt like a magnetic pull that was fighting to draw his lips to Andrews. Their impromptu date had been perfect so far. Inara didn't want to ruin it by maybe being too forward or eager. Besides, with how dazed Andrew made him just by sitting there, Inara was very, very confident if they did share a kiss, he'd lose all self-control, unless Andrew had enough for both of them.
Which, in itself, was odd and disconcerting in all the best ways. Inara wasn't the sort to date casually in general, let alone want to do other things with a man he arguably just met.
Through the mire of thoughts and urges, Inara held onto Andrew's mention of plates and utensils - you know, the thing that came before his confession at wanting to see Inara, too, that'd made Inara forget how to breathe.
"A chef always comes prepared," he snarked. Even though Inara felt he'd rather die than untangle his fingers from Andrew's, he forced himself to do just that. Out of the bag he pulled the rosé, handing it to Andrew to open; set two stemless wine glasses in front of him to fill; then began pulling out a rustic set of plates and silverware before finally getting to carefully packaged containers of food from the HomeGrown Restaurant.
With deft practice, Inara filled each of their plates with an apple pecan salad and what he explained to Andrew was a kale and smoked cheddar risotto. When the plates were ready, Inara slid off of the loveseat, criss-crossing his legs beneath him so that the coffee table was more at regular table height. Not about to be there alone, Inara slid his fingers over Andrew's wrist, then grabbed it firmly and pulled the man down to join him. | . . . you'd be on the new york time's best seller list. how to make a man dizzy with just one kiss. how to get the boy with just one look: baby, you could write a book . . . eos @andy
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The moment of tenderness seemed to hang in the atmosphere, unhindered and unhurried. Andrew could feel himself getting drawn further into what seemed to be their own little world. It could've just been him, but time seemed to move slower there, and the gravity tried to draw them close together. His words stayed in the air around them, and drew color to Inara's cheeks. He smiled at that, though an unintended consequence, it was one he definitely enjoyed. He drew a little closer dazedly, as if he thought he might get a closer look, or finally close the distance between them. The trance broke, and he looked at his hand as it was left vacant. He managed a matching smirk at the snark Inara threw at him, and returned one of his own playfully, "I thought that was a thing boy scouts said?" [break][break]
He accepted the bottle of rosé, deftly unscrewing the cap and breaking the seal. Carefully, he poured nearly equal parts into each stemless glass, capping the bottle once more and setting it safely out of harms way. Listening intently to the explanation of the other contents of the bag, he watched Inara plate the food he'd brought, no doubt from HomeGrown. He gently moved one of the stemless glasses to a spot near his companion. Andrew smiled at him as he slid to the floor, he couldn't help it, the other man was just so adorable. Moments later however, he was pulled down beside Inara with strength that didn't necessarily surprise him. More that he just wasn't expecting it.[break][break]
With a laugh, he scooted slightly closer to Inara, putting them shoulder to shoulder. Picking up the glass of rosé in front of him, he did a silent toast and sipped the light pinkish wine from the glass. He took a bite of the apple pecan salad, and followed it up by trying the kale and chedder rissotto, nearly humming with how pleased he was. "This is so delicious. Holy smokes." Going back and forth between the food and the wine, Andy's cheeks began to take on a pinkish tone. He wasn't trying to get drunk, and thankfully, the rosé only left him with a slight buzz. It intensefied all the warm feelings he'd been having, and he wasn't even aware that was possible until he was there.[break][break]
After they'd finished their food, he'd slumped down just enough to rest his head against the seat of the sofa. He'd been in the middle of talking about his time at Oxford, when he'd gotten distracted. Their fingers had intertwined once more, and Inara was drawing little circles with his thumb against his skin. He stared at their hands together, as if he'd just recieved the best news, and he looked up, searching for his companion's eyes. Realizing he'd stopped in the middle of a sentence, he cleared his throat quietly and parted his lips to speak once more. "...I. I just. Is it alright if I kiss you?" He asked politely. Gravitating forward, he pressed their lips together softly. His face felt as if it were blazing. Pulling away, he gave a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry if that was too forward. I just kept thinking about it."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 19:52:38 GMT
Just like the last time they'd been together, Inara held off on eating at first, waiting with not-so-veiled eagerness as Andrew took his first few bites. Once Inara was satisfied that Andrew liked the dishes, he started in on them himself.
Conversation flowed, then, seamlessly along with each bite the two men took. Inara found that any vague scarp or detail that Andrew had to offer was fascinating in a way that was normally reserved, in his case, for things relating to horticulture or cuisine.
Their plates were emptied more quickly than their wine glasses. Inara knocked the last of his back and noticed distantly that at some point he'd twined one hand around Andrew's again, tracing lazy circles on his paler palm with one rough thumb. Inara marveled at their hands together, eyes glazed with dreamy content.
Andrew fell off mid-sentence of a sudden, drawing a languid "Mmm?" from Inara and tipping his gaze up toward the other man. The question that followed boiled any fog of lethargy that the rosé had managed. Inara didn't know if an answer was needed, or what kind of answer to give, but without choosing to, the word, "Please," fell off of his tongue, more pleading than was probably ideal.
Their heads drew together, breathing heavy with anticipation on both sides, and then their lips met, as perfect and fiery a match as their fingers. Inara closed his eyes, only opening them when Andrew - displaying the most willpower out of the pair of them - pulled their mouths apart. Inara's eyes were nearly luminescent with a desire that he was very much not used to.
"Don't," Inara butted into Andrew's next sentence. "Don't apologize. Just-" and to finish the statement, Inara took his turn to initiate. The lingering traces of rosé tinted Andrew's lips, but there was a flavor unique to the man underneath. Inara thought that flavor was delicious, and almost in a trance to seek out a deeper taste, one of his hands snaked up the back of Andrew's neck and he used his lips to part Andrew's, deepening the kiss. Just as spellbound, Inara raised up on his knees and turned to press his body against the man he'd accidentally begun to hold hostage.
Somewhere in the euphoria, sense brought some cohesive thoughts into Inara's mind. With a monumental exercise of mental strength, Inara pulled a half-inch away from Andrew, eyes still closed, gasping. "Sorry," he mumbled. Smiling with a hint of meekness, he added, "Talk about 'too forward.'" | . . . you'd be on the new york time's best seller list. how to make a man dizzy with just one kiss. how to get the boy with just one look: baby, you could write a book . . . eos @andy
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 21:51:22 GMT
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For a moment, he was caught off guard by Inara's response, surprise bubbling up in him and his brow beginning to arch. In a fierce moment they pressed together once more and his eyes fluttered closed. As sober as he'd been seconds ago, he felt drunk with their lips together. His thoughts stuttered and slurred together, only half formed and chanting this and more. The hand on the nape of his neck was encouragement and he moved closer, and even closer than before, chasing the softness of Inara's lips. His fingers curled into the fabric of the other man's shirt, clutching it in an almost white knuckled grip. As their kiss deepened, he couldn't help but gasp ever so faintly. In that moment he thought he'd rather suffocate than to break apart for anything.
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As his companion drew away, he took in a ragged breath of his own. In a whisper, he hushed the apology delivered to him. Pressing their foreheads together and shaking his head, he murmured a half formed reply. "No apology needed. I..." He paused, willing himself to think straight for even a moment. A witty jab came from within, reminding him that he couldn't think straight even if he tried, but he shrugged it off. Not the time for jokes. He moved forward once more, capturing Inara's lips in his own once more. It was a softer kiss, but it had a firmness to it, and he hoped it even partly communicated how he was feeling. That it wasn't too forward at all, it was perfect. That he'd happily talk, drink, and kiss all night if it meant he could spend more time with the other man. As he drew away once more, he added, "I liked that. A lot." In hindsight that addition came out dumbly. Looking sheepish, he gazed up through his eyelashes apologetically, deciding to stay silent for the moment.
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His stupor from before seemed to have winded down, however his thoughts still moved languidly through his head. For a moment he got lost in them, and the anxieties that ebbed and flowed alongside them. He worried his bottom lip with his teeth, considering where they might go from here. It always seemed to take longer for Andrew to get romantically involved with other people. Most lost their patience with him. Curiously, he studied Inara's eyes, as if they could tell him the future and quash the fear he felt deep down. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words and sounds were lost to him. He tried to eloquently put something together that would help him, that would allow Inara into his head, but he resigned himself to silence. Instead he wound his arms around his companion's shoulders, willing him to stay close for now. Andrew buried his head against a collarbone in an intimate rendition of an embrace as he let his breathing finally steady.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 22:41:29 GMT
Andrew and Inara sucked on the same air, breath intermingling like their lips had just been. Their foreheads pressed together, burning into each other like brands, as hot as their tongues had been grappling a second ago. Andrew smothered Inara's apology, first in word, then in another compulsive, greedy kiss. Inara couldn't help it, as their third kiss part, he caught Andrew's lower lip in between his teeth for a moment, unable to see straight through the heat wavering through every molecule of his being.
The other man said, meekly, how much he'd liked the kissing. Inara looked down at Andrew, having been on his knees while Andrew was still seated. Inara couldn't fight off a lazy grin. But they were lost in each other's eyes again and the world was leaning sideways, reality unraveling around them. Inara's hand, still bracing the back of Andrew's neck, slid upward, fingers winding through his short-cropped hair, and he caressed his nostril feather light against Andrew's own.
In those long moments spent staring, emotions beyond the dreamlike haze flickered and danced through Andrew's irises. Inara waited for him to voice those feelings, seeing his lips twitch in the ghosts of pre-formed syllables, but he didn't go on. And Inara didn't prompt him. He just kept looking fearlessly into Andrew's eyes, his fingers skating soothing lines along the back of his scalp.
Finally, Andrew reached some internal conclusion: Inara could sense it. Rather than words, though, the other man's arms slipped around Inara's shoulders and drew him possessively inward. Andrew's face nuzzled into Inara's collarbone and he sucked in an audible gasp, whole body shivering, turning to water, held up only by Andrew's embrace.
Inara looked down, disoriented, and saw a bit of a black tattoo peeking out of the collar of Andrew's loose shirt. Muddled, seamless thoughts and compulsions lead him forward: a defiant, stubborn part of Inara that took the shudder Andrew'd just inspired in him as a challenge, and was intent on making him shiver, too; an unfamiliarly carnal need to keep Andrew's taste fresh on his lips; and above all the thought that Inara could answer all of the unspoken questions he'd seen in Andrew's eyes without speaking.
Inara leaned down, nose grazing Andrew's jaw, rasping along the stubble that'd gathered there after a long day's work. He went down further, until his breath misted over the tender skin of Andrew's neck. He placed a reverent, worshipful kiss to the topmost edge of Andrew's tattoo. Then, satisfied, worked his mouth over every contour of the ink there, suffusing Andrew's skin as thoroughly and precisely with his lips as the artist who'd penned the design did originally with a needle.
After a lengthy, meticulous process wherein Inara, too, clutched Andrew against himself, he finally came up for air, stopping with his lips skimming one of Andrew's earlobes, their cheeks rubbing together. "I like you a lot," Inara confessed, almost sleepily, smiling, pretending Andrew's last words hadn't been minutes ago, before an intense feast on Inara's part on his neck. | . . . you'd be on the new york time's best seller list. how to make a man dizzy with just one kiss. how to get the boy with just one look: baby, you could write a book . . . eos @andy
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