"Time's up, lovebirds!" Light intrudes harshly on them and Desmond breaks away to shield his eyes from it. Rebecca is silhouetted in the doorway, hip cocked and smirk very obvious in her voice. "Now break it up and take it to a bedroom."
"Uh," Desmond responds intelligently when his brain comes back online enough to comprehend what she's saying. He turns back, feeling his face flush entirely too hot, to say something to the other man. The words die in his throat because Shaun isn't looking at Rebbecca. His glasses are back down and his eyes are on Desmond. It's that same intensity he's only seen from afar. The one that broadcasts clearer than any words that the man's attention is completely focused on something.
"Find another closet. This one is going to be occupied," Shaun snaps as he yanks the door out of Rebbecca's grip and swings it closed.
Maybe, Desmond finally admits to himself, he might be just a little bit desperate, because he doesn't wait for the door to completely shut before pulling Shaun into another kiss.
Re: Desperate [2/2]
"Uh," Desmond responds intelligently when his brain comes back online enough to comprehend what she's saying. He turns back, feeling his face flush entirely too hot, to say something to the other man. The words die in his throat because Shaun isn't looking at Rebbecca. His glasses are back down and his eyes are on Desmond. It's that same intensity he's only seen from afar. The one that broadcasts clearer than any words that the man's attention is completely focused on something.
"Find another closet. This one is going to be occupied," Shaun snaps as he yanks the door out of Rebbecca's grip and swings it closed.
Maybe, Desmond finally admits to himself, he might be just a little bit desperate, because he doesn't wait for the door to completely shut before pulling Shaun into another kiss.