[drunk or not, this is more than alright. it's not the first encounter they've had, and hawk certainly hopes it won't be the last. this tenuous thing between them has always hinged on embry's uncertainty - the pouty insistence that it would never happen again on account of hawk when hawk's actions have been fairly clear that he's open to breaking rules, or rather, letting embry be the one to push him to do it. like this kiss - much too personal for him to have offered during the hungry, biting rush of their first absent fuck, pure escapism and physicality between two strangers in a lonely night. the first time at lyonesse wasn't right either, proving a point and getting embry off to chase away whatever internal demons he seemed to be fighting a losing battle against until hawk pressed up against him and made a valiant effort to do it for him.
this is new territory for them both, and even in the midst of his grief-addled state hawk knows it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. much as he tried otherwise, he actually likes embry even on his worst days, and god knows he's more than his type from an aesthetic standpoint. hawk wasn't wrong about embry needing to be kissed and kissed often either, and his hands move around his waist once they're upright to start the slow traipse back towards his bedroom. there's a growing desperation to all of this he's seized by - whether it's a sudden will to make the most of this in light of what's happened around him in the last two days or just the fact that embry cared enough to come make this visit and draw him out of that shadowy well of despair, he doesn't know. he's not sure he cares either, and he's more than tempted to heft embry up into strong arms -
until he pulls away, looking like a fucking startled deer in the headlights. hawk's expecting an apology, maybe hesitation at the timing of it all - but that's not it at all.
his brows furrow briefly, except he can't muster the sharp judgment he'd normally push embry towards the right answer with in his current state. instead he just looks a little wounded, the wide sliver of his chest under the robe now hanging open rising and falling in a soft heave as he tries to catch his breath and understand what the hell this is.
why's he running? it's just him. it's not like this - means anything to embry.
does it?]
That's it?
[it comes out with less sardonicism than he'd like, sounding somehow small and a little distant instead. that doesn't suit him at all, so he steps in and reaches gently for one of embry's wrists, fingers curling around it with a light squeeze and a soft stroke of his thumb inward.]
You want to go, then I can't stop you.
But tell me why.
[why you don't want this now.]
And if you don't want to, then I'll just see you tomorrow anyway.
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this is new territory for them both, and even in the midst of his grief-addled state hawk knows it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. much as he tried otherwise, he actually likes embry even on his worst days, and god knows he's more than his type from an aesthetic standpoint. hawk wasn't wrong about embry needing to be kissed and kissed often either, and his hands move around his waist once they're upright to start the slow traipse back towards his bedroom. there's a growing desperation to all of this he's seized by - whether it's a sudden will to make the most of this in light of what's happened around him in the last two days or just the fact that embry cared enough to come make this visit and draw him out of that shadowy well of despair, he doesn't know. he's not sure he cares either, and he's more than tempted to heft embry up into strong arms -
until he pulls away, looking like a fucking startled deer in the headlights. hawk's expecting an apology, maybe hesitation at the timing of it all - but that's not it at all.
his brows furrow briefly, except he can't muster the sharp judgment he'd normally push embry towards the right answer with in his current state. instead he just looks a little wounded, the wide sliver of his chest under the robe now hanging open rising and falling in a soft heave as he tries to catch his breath and understand what the hell this is.
why's he running? it's just him. it's not like this - means anything to embry.
does it?]
That's it?
[it comes out with less sardonicism than he'd like, sounding somehow small and a little distant instead. that doesn't suit him at all, so he steps in and reaches gently for one of embry's wrists, fingers curling around it with a light squeeze and a soft stroke of his thumb inward.]
You want to go, then I can't stop you.
But tell me why.
[why you don't want this now.]
And if you don't want to, then I'll just see you tomorrow anyway.