Yeah, the off off-Broadway kind. [ There's something about John's smiles. Not the little, professional ones Harry has seen while they square off on a sidewalk with hands in their pockets and fingers on triggers. Not anything like what Harry swears he's witnessed in the middle of a full firefight, like the one on top of the train so many years ago. The ones that are slow like blood and molasses, silent, dark and stirring all sorts of odd emotions in Harry's guts. He wants to reach out and touch the corner of John's mouth, right about then. Stick a hand right between the beast's maw and lock eyes: bite me i dare you i triple dog dare you because i bite back.
And Harry will - and part of him wants to shove his way into John's space and put him through the nearest wall. All teeth and tongue and hands and-- ] John, [ Harry sighs, closing his eyes while the man's mouth presses a kiss to his hand like it's Harry who's the king and John who's the weapon at his right. ] We might know each other real intimately, but you have no idea what kind of boy I can be when I choose to.
[ Harry fidgets terribly while he waits - shifting his weight, messing with his hair, running a thumb over the spot on his hand that lips had just touched. He does it while John's back is turned, and his motions are steadier when eyes are on him (nothing up my sleeves, watch closely everyone). It's a Cheshire's leer that spreads across his mouth - heedless of the threat of cage, collar, death. ] That depends on whether or not you consider this the third date. The way I figure it - the Deeps, your office... yeah, this would be the third. Bed's good by me.
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Date: 2012-11-16 03:15 am (UTC)And Harry will - and part of him wants to shove his way into John's space and put him through the nearest wall. All teeth and tongue and hands and-- ] John, [ Harry sighs, closing his eyes while the man's mouth presses a kiss to his hand like it's Harry who's the king and John who's the weapon at his right. ] We might know each other real intimately, but you have no idea what kind of boy I can be when I choose to.
[ Harry fidgets terribly while he waits - shifting his weight, messing with his hair, running a thumb over the spot on his hand that lips had just touched. He does it while John's back is turned, and his motions are steadier when eyes are on him (nothing up my sleeves, watch closely everyone). It's a Cheshire's leer that spreads across his mouth - heedless of the threat of cage, collar,
death. ] That depends on whether or not you consider this the third date. The way I figure it - the Deeps, your office... yeah, this would be the third. Bed's good by me.