[ If Alby could just kiss Newt for the rest of his life, he'd be more than happy. Screw the company, screw the finances, screw whatever responsibilities that he has. He just wants to spend all of his time with his personal chef, because there's nothing more perfect than this moment, here. Newt's small hand against his cheek, the softness of his mouth against his own, the little sigh that he practically breathes in. It causes a smile to twitch at the corners of his mouth, small and sweet without realizing it.
This was never meant to happen, he's sure. But it's natural as anything, so he has no complaints whatsoever. Not when he can finally give into the urge to kiss him, to touch in more than just a passing friendliness, something that's not even close to what he's been really wanting to do.
He fell in love with his food, then he fell in love with him just as easily.
Looking up at him as Newt pulls back, Alby has to resist following after him. Instead, his hand slips down, dropping to his hip as a small laugh leaves him. ] Yeah.
[ alby's hand feels like it's on fire, it's so warm against newt's hip--he's pretty sure his presence is pretty much anchoring him into the moment because newt thinks he might just float away, otherwise. one part of him is sort of exeuberant, wants to jump up and down and run around in circles and shout out to the rooftops i just kissed alby. the other part wants to run as far away as possible and hide in a closet somewhere and wait for this to go away, for alby to realize that he was being an idiot. there are ethical and moral problems with this, things he shouldn't just. do. and kissing his boss is probably one of them.
still, he swallows the lump of butterflies in his throat and tries to tamp down on his smile, but newt mostly fails. he does draw his hand away from his face, finally, hesitantly curling his hands in the air before he sets one down on the chair. boundaries?? ] Probably shouldn't've....sorry.
[ They probably shouldn't. But Alby just looks up at him as Newt pulls his hand away, moves to set it on his chair. And he just regards him there, thumb rubbing against his hip instead of drawing back. That might come off as permission to move, or him wanting to move away. But he doesn't. He wants to draw him into his lap and hold him there instead, to cradle his face in his hands and kiss him again. It's an overpowering thought process, and he just huffs out a soft breath that could almost be a laugh. ]
Nothin' to be sorry for. [ Even if he doesn't sound apologetic, really.
Bringing his free hand up, he slides it along the length of Newt's arm, easy and casual. Like they've been doing it for months or even years. Slowly, he goes to his thin wrist, taking it between his fingers before he goes to take his hand itself. There's no real reason for it except for him to take it, to hold it, feeling the delicate bones of his fingers with a passing brush of his thumb over his knuckles. ]
[ newt feels a little like he's going to explode out of his skin--all he can do is watch alby's hand move, a little bit like a frightened deer for a second. it's not that he's scared, or that he feels bad, really, but he doesn't want to get fired, either. and he knows how inappropriate that was, that he shouldn't have kissed him. but god does he want to do it again. alby gave him someone to live for, even if was something as stupid as making sure he didn't go a couple days without eating--something he'd admitted he was prone to doing before newt was around. it made him get up every morning, because he knew he'd have to take care of alby. he felt needed. wanted.
even more so when he holds his hand like that. newt exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding and looks at their joined hands, feeling something inside of him leap and thrill as his thumb brushes his knuckles. quietly, he asks-- ] You sure about that?
[ because he has to wait for the other shoe to drop. it's going to, sooner or later. ]
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This was never meant to happen, he's sure. But it's natural as anything, so he has no complaints whatsoever. Not when he can finally give into the urge to kiss him, to touch in more than just a passing friendliness, something that's not even close to what he's been really wanting to do.
He fell in love with his food, then he fell in love with him just as easily.
Looking up at him as Newt pulls back, Alby has to resist following after him. Instead, his hand slips down, dropping to his hip as a small laugh leaves him. ] Yeah.
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still, he swallows the lump of butterflies in his throat and tries to tamp down on his smile, but newt mostly fails. he does draw his hand away from his face, finally, hesitantly curling his hands in the air before he sets one down on the chair. boundaries?? ] Probably shouldn't've....sorry.
[ he doesn't sound that sorry. ]
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Nothin' to be sorry for. [ Even if he doesn't sound apologetic, really.
Bringing his free hand up, he slides it along the length of Newt's arm, easy and casual. Like they've been doing it for months or even years. Slowly, he goes to his thin wrist, taking it between his fingers before he goes to take his hand itself. There's no real reason for it except for him to take it, to hold it, feeling the delicate bones of his fingers with a passing brush of his thumb over his knuckles. ]
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even more so when he holds his hand like that. newt exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding and looks at their joined hands, feeling something inside of him leap and thrill as his thumb brushes his knuckles. quietly, he asks-- ] You sure about that?
[ because he has to wait for the other shoe to drop. it's going to, sooner or later. ]