'you're too old to be so shy, he says to me, so i stay the night'
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When she turns up at his doorstep in the ungodliest of hours, his eyes are barely open and he doesn't quite know what to expect before she leans in and kisses him and he takes a moment to notice that she tastes like tequila against his tongue and-
(he should've asked questions but he doesn't because, well, he didn't think of it at the time and a part of him is grateful and a part of him feels guilty for taking advantage of her, taking advantage of whatever this is)
-and she could feel his hesitation in the way his hands stop wandering under her shirt and she reassures him, whispers, "trust me," and he does.
When she wakes the next morning, its his arms around her that reminds her where she is - what they had done - and when she looks up, she realizes he'd been staring, adoration in his eyes and something else dark and steaming that causes his pupils to dilate, and she grins at the lack of subtlety.
He starts kissing her neck, sucking on supple skin, "so," peck, "if anyone asks," peck, "it was you," peck, "who stayed the night," he murmurs, his voice trembling against her skin, and she laughs, hooking her arm around his neck, pulling him to her, and smiles against his lips.