hitthebullseye:
Sebastian isn’t bothered at all by the contact. In fact, he welcomes it, and frowns a bit as Rich pulls away. Reaching over, he takes the younger man’s hand in his gently once more, thumb running along the top. He feels cold, but his skin soon warms up in the sniper’s grip. “No need to apologise. Let’s go, and we can stop for food on the way if you want.”
He wants to kiss him, but doesn’t. That would startle the poor man too much. No, only pull things like that when he begins to remember. Sebastian leads him a little ways down the sidewalk and flags down a cab. He holds the door open for Rich then slides in next to him and gives the name of a small cafe he knows is still open at this time. As the vehicle takes off down the road, he leans back in the seat.
It’s…Actually rather nice, walking hand-in-hand with Sebastian. It feels right, and he doesn’t have the faintest clue why. All he knows, is that he needs contact with Sebastian like this more often, and he’ll be damned if he isn’t going to make an effort to hold hands with Sebastian more often.
When they’re in the taxi, Richard makes an effort to shuffle up ever so slightly, so that he’s close to Sebastian, almost in a position to have their thighs pressed up against each other. He doesn’t want to stretch the boundaries too much though, so he leaves the tiniest bit of space between them. However, he makes sure that he still has a hold of Sebastian’s hand.
After a moment’s silence, he speaks up, asking something that’s been weighing on his mind since Sebastian arrived at the park. “…We really are together, aren’t we?” He upturns his head slightly, eyes searching Sebastian’s face as he waits for an answer. If it’s a ‘no’, then…Well, he’ll actually be severely disappointed. He’s been wondering who the mysterious ‘Sebastian Moran’ is, ever since he’d woken up to find himself wearing the man’s dog tags.
(Source: richardthestoryteller)
