[ the hesitance is different, not the same headlong trust that pushed keith's smile against the shape of his shoulder, or the careless way keith slid close enough to fall asleep inside of his arms, mindless and unworried if only for a night.
but within seconds, it's like they're in the desert again, and keith folds into him easy. he tethers to the points of contact, feels the reorientation until they're the centers of his gravity: keith's head pressed against him, and his hand braced along his back. it isn't quite the same feeling as the kiss, not at the point of breaking the earth's atmosphere, not the startling rush of being pinned after a good spar, but this is - ]
Remembering, I think.
Sorry. [ it's offered a little wryly, his smile crooking and obvious in his tone. but he's still keeping keith close. his next breath stirs along a damp curl of his hair. ] I lied about forgetting my dream last night.
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but within seconds, it's like they're in the desert again, and keith folds into him easy. he tethers to the points of contact, feels the reorientation until they're the centers of his gravity: keith's head pressed against him, and his hand braced along his back. it isn't quite the same feeling as the kiss, not at the point of breaking the earth's atmosphere, not the startling rush of being pinned after a good spar, but this is - ]
Remembering, I think.
Sorry. [ it's offered a little wryly, his smile crooking and obvious in his tone. but he's still keeping keith close. his next breath stirs along a damp curl of his hair. ] I lied about forgetting my dream last night.