stay your pretty eyes on course
Niki is caught by the soft glow of Sunjata's scars before he's even aware of what he's seeing properly, the necromancer glancing over them with the clinical eye of a man who knows precisely how close to death some of them would have brought the Heartless. His fingers skim over the bullet wound on his thigh, remembering the nightmare that had dragged him ruthlessly from sleep the last time they'd seen each other, but Sunjata is moving too quickly for him to remark on it.
He doesn't go far, luckily, Niki following his trajectory into the couch beside him, and though his lips part to speak he soon find them occupied once again. There's something almost too sweet about this kiss, something that has him wanting to melt dangerously into it, and he's left dazed and having to concentrate hard on the sound of Sunjata's voice to hear him. Luckily, it seems his wit is quicker to recover than the rest of him.
"I would hope so," he murmurs. "That orgasm did not seem like the sort of thing you could fake." He can't stop the smile from twitching at the corner of his mouth.
He doesn't go far, luckily, Niki following his trajectory into the couch beside him, and though his lips part to speak he soon find them occupied once again. There's something almost too sweet about this kiss, something that has him wanting to melt dangerously into it, and he's left dazed and having to concentrate hard on the sound of Sunjata's voice to hear him. Luckily, it seems his wit is quicker to recover than the rest of him.
"I would hope so," he murmurs. "That orgasm did not seem like the sort of thing you could fake." He can't stop the smile from twitching at the corner of his mouth.
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
