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six

"Alright, man, cough over the hundred." 

Touya leans into the driver's side window of the cab, rolling his eyes as he stuffs his hand into his back pocket, pulling out a few crisp bills. He sees you out of his peripheral - swaying on the sidewalk with your arms crossed, so he takes a few extra seconds with the driver, watching him pocket the money. 

"Thanks again."

"Don't thank me," the driver replies, buff. "Sounded like you needed the cigarette by the way she was crying." 

"Oh, please. Women cry when they're happy and when they're sad - when they're sober or drunk, too. It all doesn't mean much." Touya gives the inside of the car another friendly tap before he's standing back, shooting the driver a stiff wave as he heads back to you. 

"You have the key." You scowl, sniffling as the night chill finally cools the alcohol from your skin. 

"Think you can get up the stairs?"

"I do know how to walk." 

You watch as Touya chuckles, skipping up the steps as sober as you couldn't be as you take each step carefully. He unlocks and opens the door, letting it linger as he turns on a few lights, even grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen to hand to you the second you make your way through the door. He shuts it as you slowly start to open your water. Though he was silent, you didn't need to talk. All you needed to do was focus on the sound of his footsteps draw closer behind you until they stop - just like the breath in your throat. 

His warm touch over the back of your neck doesn't make you jump - a light flurry of goosebumps spanning the length of your body as he steps next to you. The whole time you can hear him breathing. It's all you can hear, it's all you want to hear. 

"Bed." Touya's voice itches a scratch deep inside of your mind as you stare into his blinking eyes. 

Instead of answering him, you close your eyes and lean in to kiss him. It takes a second for him to react, but when he does, his lips wrap around yours as if they never left. 

Kissing him, now, feels like no other feeling you've come to know - it feels like your heart is falling through the ground, and you're so warm. Everything about him is warm. 

And in this moment, you've never craved anything or anyone more. 

When he pulls away from your kiss, he doesn't need to say anything, either. The low blue hue in his half-lidded gaze is enough to render you breathless once more. You can't move, your body refuses as Touya drops his hand from the back of your neck to yours steady at your side. He doesn't offer it, but you accept what feels like an invitation in the form of his worn, strong grip, and it's hand-in-hand how he leads you through the townhouse, not slowing down when you falter to place the water bottle you were still holding back on the countertop. Still, you follow after him like an enthusiastic chick, the edge of drunkenness showing its face. 

There is no way you'd go into this bedroom and go to sleep - you think as you two approach the door, still fatefully locked hand in hand. You wouldn't let him, it's been too long that you promise yourself that you'd be good. 

You want him so bad. 

Like a gentleman, he opens it, not forgetting to stop mid-step to close it back. You watch him through it all, his fluid, precise, yet lingering movements teetering on the edge of erotica to you. This mindset had to be poison, you hated the way your body buzzed with it. 

"Sit." 

And so you do, on the edge of the bed, mouth dry as his hands fall to the buttons on his shirt. He chuckles softly to himself after a few seconds, looking down as he continues.