( you don't deserve this, his piece of shit brain tells him, and it's probably right. he's still attached, whether he wants to be or not, to the girl he thought was the love of his life — the girl he'd planned on spending the rest of his life with, until he fucked it up. fucked it up twice, even, somehow managing to do so through the glamors eudio shielded them with, false promises of happily ever afters. he thinks he'll never be able to escape thoughts of her in situations like these — never.
but then there's kate's hands smoothing over his worn t-shirt, along the curve of his neck, up along his jaw, and he feels like he's not even fucking breathing for a second. he wants this. wants kate. wants to get the fuck over his shit and live the rest of his damn life. if he was drunk, this would be a hell of a lot easier.
and then, before will knows it, kate kisses him, lips soft and insistent against his and — fuck it. he's not fucking this up. he's not. there's that millisecond of uncertainty, and then will's lips kiss her back with an almost surprising amount of fervor, all hesitancy gone straight to hell, his hands moving to grip her hips, fingers pressing into the stretchy fabric of the waistband of her pants.
this isn't how will ever pictured this going down — if it ever happened, which always felt like some twisted ass wishful thinking — but he doesn't give a shit. if it's wrong of him to want this, to want someone to want him just because, then screw it. he's more than happy to be wrong. )
i'm drowning in hellfire
but then there's kate's hands smoothing over his worn t-shirt, along the curve of his neck, up along his jaw, and he feels like he's not even fucking breathing for a second. he wants this. wants kate. wants to get the fuck over his shit and live the rest of his damn life. if he was drunk, this would be a hell of a lot easier.
and then, before will knows it, kate kisses him, lips soft and insistent against his and — fuck it. he's not fucking this up. he's not. there's that millisecond of uncertainty, and then will's lips kiss her back with an almost surprising amount of fervor, all hesitancy gone straight to hell, his hands moving to grip her hips, fingers pressing into the stretchy fabric of the waistband of her pants.
this isn't how will ever pictured this going down — if it ever happened, which always felt like some twisted ass wishful thinking — but he doesn't give a shit. if it's wrong of him to want this, to want someone to want him just because, then screw it. he's more than happy to be wrong. )