( somehow, will's always pictured being surprised when this all finally came to a head — well, if it was ever given a chance to come to a head, before those bastards kicked them out of their city. there's no use in pretending like he hasn't thought about it on a hell of a lot of occasions, picturing tight workout clothes hugging curves he's not-so-discreetly checked out way too many times, pink lips crashing against his own.
except will's not surprised, which is probably the most surprising thing of all.
no, this feels — right. like it was bound to happen eventually. a relief at not having to pussyfoot around the tension will's forced himself to write off as wishful thinking, pretended he wasn't aware of for the sake of this vague friendship between the two of then.
kate settles on top of him with ease, thighs wrapped around his, and his lips quirk up into a lazy smirk, will's hands moving to graze over stretchy fabric, fingers gliding up her thighs and back down again, rhythmic, slow, only a hint of cautiousness. )
dives into hell after u
except will's not surprised, which is probably the most surprising thing of all.
no, this feels — right. like it was bound to happen eventually. a relief at not having to pussyfoot around the tension will's forced himself to write off as wishful thinking, pretended he wasn't aware of for the sake of this vague friendship between the two of then.
kate settles on top of him with ease, thighs wrapped around his, and his lips quirk up into a lazy smirk, will's hands moving to graze over stretchy fabric, fingers gliding up her thighs and back down again, rhythmic, slow, only a hint of cautiousness. )
I've always dug the couch.