[It was happening. It was really, actually happening. John didn't have the presence of mind to be nervous, of course, but a sharp little tingle did start to skitter up and down his spine as he shifted into a crouch for a better angle. The prickle of Elliot's closely-shaved hair felt like tiny needles under his fingertips as John tried to decide where to settle his hands, starting with the back of Elliot's head and then shifting to his face, palm cupped along his sharp jawline.
Maybe he was a bit nervous, even while flying this high.
A very strong part of him wanted to sling a leg over Elliot's lap and straddle him, but he managed to overrule it, deciding maybe he should wait until he'd seen the reaction to the kiss; pinning someone down was a pretty major violation of their personal bubble, after all. So at last, he leaned in and kissed Elliot with his mouth already slightly open, a tiny noise escaping him the moment their lips made contact.]
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Date: 2016-08-26 01:39 pm (UTC)Maybe he was a bit nervous, even while flying this high.
A very strong part of him wanted to sling a leg over Elliot's lap and straddle him, but he managed to overrule it, deciding maybe he should wait until he'd seen the reaction to the kiss; pinning someone down was a pretty major violation of their personal bubble, after all. So at last, he leaned in and kissed Elliot with his mouth already slightly open, a tiny noise escaping him the moment their lips made contact.]