[ Verso brightens, allowed to stay, and Gustave would laugh if he weren't so terribly charmed. He has no idea what the appeal might be, aside from the appeal that's also tugging on him, that of simply... having Verso near him. After most of two years without him, Gustave is still starved for his company, for his presence, as much as he is for his kisses and touches. It feels like he's been showered with impossible riches, to have seen Verso for even a few moments nearly every day since the cliff, their argument, everything that happened after, and he's not ready for it to end yet.
So perhaps he does understand, after all. Verso doesn't want to be away from him anymore than he wants Verso to go away, even if Verso isn't the one who's still waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for this all to evaporate like so much mist under the implacable light of day.
His brows push up and then in, his eyes narrowing in mild bewilderment as Verso goes on. Plans? And yes, the girls are gone for the night — not a difficult request for them to grant, seeing as Lune was all but leaping at the idea that she could spend more time among the gestrals and Sciel was happy to see her friends of the last few weeks. He'd thought he'd heard them say something about a beach nearby, but that can't be right, can it?
But even so, he's not sure what plans Verso could have— oh. Oh.
Realization flashes across his face, followed by a faint, warm flush to his cheeks, but he only gets the chance to open his mouth before Verso is there, stopping anything he might say with a kiss that floods him from toe to the top of his head with heat. It's sweet and deep and wanting, Verso's tongue warm against his, Verso's hands roaming hungrily over his body as Gustave's fingers slide into his hair, his left arm going around Verso's back as Verso grips him, drags him close.
His head is spinning by the time he can pull back enough to get some air, his chest lifting and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath, his smile stunned and crooked. ]
I guess I'd better work quickly, if there's going to be time for whatever plans you might have.
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So perhaps he does understand, after all. Verso doesn't want to be away from him anymore than he wants Verso to go away, even if Verso isn't the one who's still waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for this all to evaporate like so much mist under the implacable light of day.
His brows push up and then in, his eyes narrowing in mild bewilderment as Verso goes on. Plans? And yes, the girls are gone for the night — not a difficult request for them to grant, seeing as Lune was all but leaping at the idea that she could spend more time among the gestrals and Sciel was happy to see her friends of the last few weeks. He'd thought he'd heard them say something about a beach nearby, but that can't be right, can it?
But even so, he's not sure what plans Verso could have— oh. Oh.
Realization flashes across his face, followed by a faint, warm flush to his cheeks, but he only gets the chance to open his mouth before Verso is there, stopping anything he might say with a kiss that floods him from toe to the top of his head with heat. It's sweet and deep and wanting, Verso's tongue warm against his, Verso's hands roaming hungrily over his body as Gustave's fingers slide into his hair, his left arm going around Verso's back as Verso grips him, drags him close.
His head is spinning by the time he can pull back enough to get some air, his chest lifting and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath, his smile stunned and crooked. ]
I guess I'd better work quickly, if there's going to be time for whatever plans you might have.