[ is that admiration in this eyes? but really — fuck admiration. he wants to pull lust out of hawk. he knows there's a spark of something simmering beneath all his layers of fine clothing and professional composure. hawk doesn't have any dirt to his name after extensive googling, not a single dating scandal or even a dating story, no man or woman or anything outside the lines he's ever been attached to. he can't understand how he's survived in hollywood so long without so much as a smear to his name. a man like him should be married with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence, and yet embry can't even get more than a brush of his fingers in the dark. ]
Home? Oh, no. [ sidled up next to hawk for the camera, it's easy to look over and flash him a smile. the camera catches that too, though it's still far too soon that they're pulling apart and embry feels hawk's absence like moving away from a fire. ] You have to stay. I feel like you've been avoiding me and this isn't helping your case.
[ he says it easily, played off like a joke, but when he meets hawk's eyes there's a flicker of something honest and real, something unsaid that spells out i've missed you. and he has. he's been filming late hours for the past couple of weeks, and hawk seems to always be in meetings or phone calls or in a state of constant tension. embry has tried to drop by his office like usual, once even with a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries to split, but smith has been in his office a lot more lately, probably about the leaked scripts, and then embry feels like shit for being the cause of trouble between them.
better the scripts than hawk's personal business. not that there seems to be any personal business of hawk's to even dig up. ]
Stay. [ there's an imploring glint in his eyes. ] I came here alone, but I don't want to be here alone.
[ lightly, he grasps hawk's hands, keeping them low and easily hidden in the bustle of the crowd, and wishes it could be as simple as pulling him in for a kiss and letting his lips do the talking for him. he's so much better at communicating with his body when the script isn't written for him. ]
Come on. [ he smiles, brave with all the substances swimming through his system, pulling hawk through the stream of party-goers as they venture further into the house where the music is louder and laughter fills the air like a swarm of lights. it's not his fault he has to push his mouth close to hawk's ear just to be heard over the noise. ] That one's done. I'll get you another drink, and then I want to dance with you. Please. Let me distract you for a night.
[ he slips the empty glass away from hawk and winks, dipping into the crowd toward the bar smith has hired for the night, leaning over and gesturing toward one of the party specials being served, something in a skinny glass hawk would never go for. the bartender catches his eye and they both come to the same conclusion at the same time, because he tips a fingernail's amount of powder into each of the glasses, then lets embry huff the residue from his pinky as he discreetly hands over the drinks.
he tumbles back over to hawk with the two glasses, his smile wide. ]
To you. [ he holds his glass up. ] Mr. Fuller. For taking a chance on me. Now it's my turn to give you a night off.
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Home? Oh, no. [ sidled up next to hawk for the camera, it's easy to look over and flash him a smile. the camera catches that too, though it's still far too soon that they're pulling apart and embry feels hawk's absence like moving away from a fire. ] You have to stay. I feel like you've been avoiding me and this isn't helping your case.
[ he says it easily, played off like a joke, but when he meets hawk's eyes there's a flicker of something honest and real, something unsaid that spells out i've missed you. and he has. he's been filming late hours for the past couple of weeks, and hawk seems to always be in meetings or phone calls or in a state of constant tension. embry has tried to drop by his office like usual, once even with a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries to split, but smith has been in his office a lot more lately, probably about the leaked scripts, and then embry feels like shit for being the cause of trouble between them.
better the scripts than hawk's personal business. not that there seems to be any personal business of hawk's to even dig up. ]
Stay. [ there's an imploring glint in his eyes. ] I came here alone, but I don't want to be here alone.
[ lightly, he grasps hawk's hands, keeping them low and easily hidden in the bustle of the crowd, and wishes it could be as simple as pulling him in for a kiss and letting his lips do the talking for him. he's so much better at communicating with his body when the script isn't written for him. ]
Come on. [ he smiles, brave with all the substances swimming through his system, pulling hawk through the stream of party-goers as they venture further into the house where the music is louder and laughter fills the air like a swarm of lights. it's not his fault he has to push his mouth close to hawk's ear just to be heard over the noise. ] That one's done. I'll get you another drink, and then I want to dance with you. Please. Let me distract you for a night.
[ he slips the empty glass away from hawk and winks, dipping into the crowd toward the bar smith has hired for the night, leaning over and gesturing toward one of the party specials being served, something in a skinny glass hawk would never go for. the bartender catches his eye and they both come to the same conclusion at the same time, because he tips a fingernail's amount of powder into each of the glasses, then lets embry huff the residue from his pinky as he discreetly hands over the drinks.
he tumbles back over to hawk with the two glasses, his smile wide. ]
To you. [ he holds his glass up. ] Mr. Fuller. For taking a chance on me. Now it's my turn to give you a night off.