[ Caesar didn't speak another word, and he appreciated it. He was damn sure he knew what Joseph meant. He felt grateful then, grateful for the silence, grateful for Caesar, for finally figuring out something in his life for once that didn't involve vampires, immortal stone men , or getting his ass kicked. Even then he didn't feel safe and although there wasn't anything he could do about it anymore, he was happy to walk that slippery slope to hell with Caesar by his side.
But then Caesar, smoothly drags his lower lip across his thumb. And he knows what it means, it's the hazy summer heat and his heart pounding on his chest while he props himself up and considerably reduces the distance between them, his thumb now outlining the curve of that smug mouth, and when he withdrew his hand he proceeded to show him the faded black smudge on his finger, it was ink from the pasta. ]
Careful, that stains you know? (of course you know, you're YOU)
[ And before he had to listen to Caesar go back to asshole mode, he caught his face between his hands and tilted his head until their foreheads touched. And even though he wanted to just close the deal then and there, he felt like he needed some sort of approval (it wasn't like his stomach was turning and his heart was climbing up his throat...) ]
im sorry if this isnt as cool as i wanted it to be
But then Caesar, smoothly drags his lower lip across his thumb. And he knows what it means, it's the hazy summer heat and his heart pounding on his chest while he props himself up and considerably reduces the distance between them, his thumb now outlining the curve of that smug mouth, and when he withdrew his hand he proceeded to show him the faded black smudge on his finger, it was ink from the pasta. ]
Careful, that stains you know? (of course you know, you're YOU)
[ And before he had to listen to Caesar go back to asshole mode, he caught his face between his hands and tilted his head until their foreheads touched. And even though he wanted to just close the deal then and there, he felt like he needed some sort of approval (it wasn't like his stomach was turning and his heart was climbing up his throat...) ]