[ At his sides Reggie's hands open, suddenly unsure what to do; they simply hang there frozen, a bit like Reggie himself. He'd already tensed when Sweet Pea hit him with that "you think I don't notice the way you look at me?" challenge, prepared to have to defend himself from whatever implications might follow. How does Reggie look at him? What the hell does that mean?
But the kiss makes things clearer. If it can even really be called a kiss, that is, but it certainly makes the point. He exhales sharply, one hand finally finding its way back up to Sweet Pea's chest, but not to shove-- just to rest. He wets his lips again in annoyance and briefly glances aside, unsure of what to say.
Fuck. Or maybe... fuck it. ]
What the hell's respect got to do with it?
[ That's hardly much of an admission to anything, but then Reggie's other hand hesitantly digs itself into Sweet Pea's hair, pulling him closer into a more proper kiss. It's cautious at first, slow and testing like he's prepared for this to be a trap, but then gradually growing more aggressive. Reggie doesn't need Sweet Pea's respect, he's decided. Hoarsely, he adds: ]
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[ At his sides Reggie's hands open, suddenly unsure what to do; they simply hang there frozen, a bit like Reggie himself. He'd already tensed when Sweet Pea hit him with that "you think I don't notice the way you look at me?" challenge, prepared to have to defend himself from whatever implications might follow. How does Reggie look at him? What the hell does that mean?
But the kiss makes things clearer. If it can even really be called a kiss, that is, but it certainly makes the point. He exhales sharply, one hand finally finding its way back up to Sweet Pea's chest, but not to shove-- just to rest. He wets his lips again in annoyance and briefly glances aside, unsure of what to say.
Fuck. Or maybe... fuck it. ]
What the hell's respect got to do with it?
[ That's hardly much of an admission to anything, but then Reggie's other hand hesitantly digs itself into Sweet Pea's hair, pulling him closer into a more proper kiss. It's cautious at first, slow and testing like he's prepared for this to be a trap, but then gradually growing more aggressive. Reggie doesn't need Sweet Pea's respect, he's decided. Hoarsely, he adds: ]
Cuz you're not getting any from me.
[ (That remains to be seen.) ]