[Sunday feels that painful ache in the centre of his chest. He doesn't know where his life will lead him now. And it's difficult finding what he's supposed to do or where he's supposed to go. But that is exactly why he's with the Astral Express, at all.
When Gallagher comes near Sunday finds his body tightening. Because he wants...
His hand reaches out and grips Gallagher's wrist, almost like he's demanding that the man never leave his side again.]
Then... stay by my side.
[If they're allowed to want things. If they deserve to have things.]
[ Whether or not they're allowed to have such things doesn't matter at the end of the day, because they deserve to be selfish after all they've gone through. But, and he's sure this goes for Sunday too, it all depends on whether or not they're willing to reach out and take it.
In Gallagher's case, his wishes are simple. He wants to stay by Sunday's side, so he does. He reaches out to pull the Halovian closer to him, strong arms winding around that waist. ]
Don't mind if I do.
[ Perhaps this will come back to haunt him later on, but he couldn't care less right now. ]
[The breath leaves Sunday the instant Gallagher's arms wrap around him. Strong, warm, encompassing. Real. More real than anything he's felt in a very long time.
Perhaps this will slip out of his fingers one day. Gallagher will become nothing but a thought-up memory again. Yet, for now ... He can't help but to drop his forehead to Gallagher's shoulder and to slowly allow himself to be close to this man's enigmatic heartbeat.]
What I want...
[It's still hard for Sunday to say those things with the depths of his heart. Perhaps that makes him soft. But he looks up carefully at Gallagher, and the look on Sunday's face might say more than ever.]
I want you to not say another word until you kiss me.
[ Once Sunday rests his head against the Hound's shoulder, he might hear the steady rhythm of Gallagher's heart. This is nothing short of a miracle considering what he used to be, but he's more real than he's ever been. His fingers card through soft hair, a quiet reassurance that says he's here to stay. For as long as Sunday wants him to.
It takes everything in him to resist saying a word when Sunday finally gives voice to his desires. Instead, Gallagher simply smiles at him.
A beat passes, and then he leans in close. Their foreheads touch first as he brings one hand up to frame the side of Sunday's face. The look in his eyes should say it all— Sunday is the most precious thing in the universe to him. Beautiful. Ethereal.
He slots their lips together, sealing his promise with a kiss. It starts gentle, uncertain, but then he gradually becomes needier (greedier). The kiss is full of all the yearning and desperation that he couldn't reveal back when things were more fragile between them. Now, things are different. He won't hold back anymore. ]
[Sunday shivers. His heartbeat feels too fast in his chest. For the first time in a very long time, he feels like his heartbeat is all his own. It scares him... But Gallagher's steady hold on his body and his face sends a stronger thrill of relief through him that he cannot deny. So, he shivers, pressing closer to Gallagher as their lips come together. Gentle and uncertain...
He grips the front of Gallagher's shirt hard when it grows deeper, needier. A strangled noise whimpers out of his lips before he throws his arms around the man, letting him shift upwards to kiss him more. He holds onto Gallagher like he might be worried he'll slip away again.
He better not slip away again. He'll be very angry...]
[ Luckily for Sunday, Gallagher has no plans on disappearing again. (Even if the idea of being raptured by the other man is very, very tempting.)
The kiss they share between them tastes sweet, and he wants more of it, taking advantage of when Sunday's lips part slightly to let the noise out so he can lick into his mouth. He doesn't try to push him too much, because he'd rather have Sunday stay in his arms than be scared away.
He lingers near him for a few seconds more before breaking away, but he rests his forehead against the other's, unable to bear the thought of separating again. ]
... Wasn't so bad, right? Asking for what you want.
[The deep and heated kiss is enough for his temper, right now. He shivers against the other man as they kiss deeper, enjoying every puff of affection that blooms in his chest for it. When they part, Sunday's breathing is slow and his eyes are half lidded, cheeks blushing.
He still tries to resist the urge to admit anything but with Gallagher... Now that he is here and whole. It's easier to admit. He's getting better at this, even if it is slowly. Perhaps it'll be even easier now that Gallagher's here to remind him.]
It was significantly harder than it looks. [Was that Sunday? Making a little joke?? He huffs.] I ... hope you know that I'll be asking the others if you'll be allowed to stay on the Express for a time.
[... Once again. Sunday trying to get used to saying what he wants. Not just ordering it.]
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When Gallagher comes near Sunday finds his body tightening. Because he wants...
His hand reaches out and grips Gallagher's wrist, almost like he's demanding that the man never leave his side again.]
Then... stay by my side.
[If they're allowed to want things. If they deserve to have things.]
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In Gallagher's case, his wishes are simple. He wants to stay by Sunday's side, so he does. He reaches out to pull the Halovian closer to him, strong arms winding around that waist. ]
Don't mind if I do.
[ Perhaps this will come back to haunt him later on, but he couldn't care less right now. ]
Is that all you want?
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Perhaps this will slip out of his fingers one day. Gallagher will become nothing but a thought-up memory again. Yet, for now ... He can't help but to drop his forehead to Gallagher's shoulder and to slowly allow himself to be close to this man's enigmatic heartbeat.]
What I want...
[It's still hard for Sunday to say those things with the depths of his heart. Perhaps that makes him soft. But he looks up carefully at Gallagher, and the look on Sunday's face might say more than ever.]
I want you to not say another word until you kiss me.
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It takes everything in him to resist saying a word when Sunday finally gives voice to his desires. Instead, Gallagher simply smiles at him.
A beat passes, and then he leans in close. Their foreheads touch first as he brings one hand up to frame the side of Sunday's face. The look in his eyes should say it all— Sunday is the most precious thing in the universe to him. Beautiful. Ethereal.
He slots their lips together, sealing his promise with a kiss. It starts gentle, uncertain, but then he gradually becomes needier (greedier). The kiss is full of all the yearning and desperation that he couldn't reveal back when things were more fragile between them. Now, things are different. He won't hold back anymore. ]
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He grips the front of Gallagher's shirt hard when it grows deeper, needier. A strangled noise whimpers out of his lips before he throws his arms around the man, letting him shift upwards to kiss him more. He holds onto Gallagher like he might be worried he'll slip away again.
He better not slip away again. He'll be very angry...]
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The kiss they share between them tastes sweet, and he wants more of it, taking advantage of when Sunday's lips part slightly to let the noise out so he can lick into his mouth. He doesn't try to push him too much, because he'd rather have Sunday stay in his arms than be scared away.
He lingers near him for a few seconds more before breaking away, but he rests his forehead against the other's, unable to bear the thought of separating again. ]
... Wasn't so bad, right? Asking for what you want.
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He still tries to resist the urge to admit anything but with Gallagher... Now that he is here and whole. It's easier to admit. He's getting better at this, even if it is slowly. Perhaps it'll be even easier now that Gallagher's here to remind him.]
It was significantly harder than it looks. [Was that Sunday? Making a little joke?? He huffs.] I ... hope you know that I'll be asking the others if you'll be allowed to stay on the Express for a time.
[... Once again. Sunday trying to get used to saying what he wants. Not just ordering it.]