[doesn't that just light up the room. there is a real moment where it feels like no one else is even remotely in the vicinity - just him and embry halfway into his lap, flashing him a brilliant smile made all the brighter by the red around lips that are already unfairly tempting. a moment where hawk forgets about every bit of responsibility or keeping his head on straight, instead leaning in even further and tipping his head back. he's close enough to smell sweat and liquor and whatever perfumed scent embry must have dabbed on the bare neck that is begging to be covered in kisses and teeth marks.
god, it's been awhile. maybe he just - needs to get laid. far far away from la and hollywood and maybe even outside of california altogether. he can take a long weekend and get smith off his back, let the new security cameras he's installed do their work...but that means letting embry think he's running, or he's somehow developed a new favorite. and well, that just won't stand.]
Have I ever lied to you? I'm not about to start now.
[he must be hearing things. the rest of his life? his mouth opens for a minute, partly in disbelief and the other half too quick before he's had time to facilitate a response. if hawk weren't halfway to more inebriated than he's been in maybe a decade, he wouldn't second guess it. but he covers with another flex of his fingers, a fond squeeze around embry's waist before he reaches up to tweak the faux bunny ear that's bent downward.]
Just like I could hardly be a gentleman and leave you to tend to anything tonight. I'll get you back home in one piece. A little sore, maybe, but I promise.
[before he can protest, embry has him up on his feet, hand-in-hand and suddenly in the middle of a very loud, very crowded dance floor. the moment hits him like a fucking mac truck: heart suddenly rabbiting so hard in his chest it would have him immediately rushing to his office. but the funny offset of it now is that it feels more dreamlike than anything - embry surrounded by bright lights like some ethereal creature in the midst of mediocrity, his thoughts and processing time slowing to a crawl. his head feels like he's been stuck underwater, all the noise a muffled garble except for the crystal clear voice in his ear. everything else barely registers against his person - the jostling, the shoulders shoving and the heat of bodies packed into an admittedly large but not large enough space for this crowd - except embry's lips against his ear, the fingers along the contour of his face.]
Glad I didn't leave.
[christ, is he slurring his words? what was in that drink? it's hard to care when he time seems to zero in on the sway of embry's hips, the long and lean stretch of his figure thrown to wild abandon and even the prowess he seems to manage in those ridiculous heels. hawk's far more subtle, cigar tucked into his breast-pocket for safekeeping as he lets his shoulders do most of the moving under the soft press of embry. it only seems natural for his own hands to gravitate back towards his waist, somehow. there's a lurch where he half stumbles forward, off-balance even as his heartbeat thunders in his ears and his own lips nearly brush the shell of embry's ear too in turn.]
Pretty sure everyone wants to dance with you, though.
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god, it's been awhile. maybe he just - needs to get laid. far far away from la and hollywood and maybe even outside of california altogether. he can take a long weekend and get smith off his back, let the new security cameras he's installed do their work...but that means letting embry think he's running, or he's somehow developed a new favorite. and well, that just won't stand.]
Have I ever lied to you? I'm not about to start now.
[he must be hearing things. the rest of his life? his mouth opens for a minute, partly in disbelief and the other half too quick before he's had time to facilitate a response. if hawk weren't halfway to more inebriated than he's been in maybe a decade, he wouldn't second guess it. but he covers with another flex of his fingers, a fond squeeze around embry's waist before he reaches up to tweak the faux bunny ear that's bent downward.]
Just like I could hardly be a gentleman and leave you to tend to anything tonight. I'll get you back home in one piece. A little sore, maybe, but I promise.
[before he can protest, embry has him up on his feet, hand-in-hand and suddenly in the middle of a very loud, very crowded dance floor. the moment hits him like a fucking mac truck: heart suddenly rabbiting so hard in his chest it would have him immediately rushing to his office. but the funny offset of it now is that it feels more dreamlike than anything - embry surrounded by bright lights like some ethereal creature in the midst of mediocrity, his thoughts and processing time slowing to a crawl. his head feels like he's been stuck underwater, all the noise a muffled garble except for the crystal clear voice in his ear. everything else barely registers against his person - the jostling, the shoulders shoving and the heat of bodies packed into an admittedly large but not large enough space for this crowd - except embry's lips against his ear, the fingers along the contour of his face.]
Glad I didn't leave.
[christ, is he slurring his words? what was in that drink? it's hard to care when he time seems to zero in on the sway of embry's hips, the long and lean stretch of his figure thrown to wild abandon and even the prowess he seems to manage in those ridiculous heels. hawk's far more subtle, cigar tucked into his breast-pocket for safekeeping as he lets his shoulders do most of the moving under the soft press of embry. it only seems natural for his own hands to gravitate back towards his waist, somehow. there's a lurch where he half stumbles forward, off-balance even as his heartbeat thunders in his ears and his own lips nearly brush the shell of embry's ear too in turn.]
Pretty sure everyone wants to dance with you, though.