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The street lights barely shed any light on the neighborhood as the rain falling down brought a cold and heavy fog across the city. Strong winds picked up and swept smoothly over every yard, picking up stray leaves and knocking aimlessly into bodies trying to seek shelter from the weather. Including you and Sal.

Earlier that day when you both decided to go out, the rain had not yet started and the wind was tame, but the clouds quickly coming in alerted you that it would be here soon. A little rain wasn’t going to ruin the day Sal planned. But a little rain from inside the coffee shop you sat at turned into pouring rain that drenched you as soon as you stepped foot out the door.

Sal turned to you before getting ready to bolt through the rain, “My house or yours?”

You glanced at him, thinking for a moment. “Hmm, I think yours. It’s closer. You ready?” You asked and held out your hand for him to grab so as to not lose each other. He just nodded and intertwined his fingers with yours as you both ran to his house a few blocks away. Reaching his house, Sal hurriedly looked for his key on his keychain, but looked up at you realizing it wasn’t there.

“I totally forgot Todd borrowed my key and he won’t be home for another hour,” Sal mentally slapped himself for forgetting as you both stood out in the heavy rain barely sheltered under the porch. But instead of seeing the negative, you came up with an idea. “Ok, let’s go through the back and if that’s not unlocked, then we’ll just stay in the shed until he gets back,” You said, grabbing his hand again and rushing to the back patio.

Trying the back door handle was no luck as it stayed locked in place. “Shit! This is locked, too. Shed it is, then,” You said as Sal immediately went to the button lock to type in the passcode. Once he got the door open, you both hurried inside, careful not to get water on any paper or equipment laying around. The shed shook slightly from how fast the wind was moving and the rain was loud on the roof of the building, but being in there with Sal made the situation way better.

After finally being able to calm down, you leaned against the table to catch your breath after running so far as Sal leaned on the wall opposite of you.

“Y’know, when I asked you on a date, I really should have checked the weather beforehand.” He was messing with his hair while talking, trying to fix it after getting drenched, but it was only making it worse. You snorted at his attempt to fix his blue mess, but opted to help him instead, reaching your arms out beckoning him to get closer. He walked a few feet until you were only a few inches apart.

You smiled at him as your fingers ran through his hair and settled on his shoulders. “Well, I thought it was nice. Who doesn’t like running full speed in the rain, getting locked out of their house, and standing in a shed until their roommate comes back?” You sarcastically questioned light heartedly as he also laughed with you. Silence broke out between you, but not an uncomfortable one. More of a silence that you felt safe in as you both looked at each other and thought of nothing except the other person’s presence.

Somewhere between the close proximity and longing stares, Sal’s hands found their way to your waist as yours found comfort resting behind his head. The position felt right as he slowly leaned farther into you. His hands shook slightly from their position on your waist from the nerves of being so close and your head was spinning from how he was touching you.

His body stayed close but his head moved back a little as he spoke, “You can take it off.” His voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to disrupt the atmosphere in the room. You sucked in a breath, only to shakily let it out as your fingers found the straps to his prosthetic and slowly undid the bottom one. As you reached for the top one, you paused to look for any signs he was uncomfortable or changed his mind, which there were none and gave you consent to continue.

There was nothing new to see when taking off his mask as you commonly saw him without it on, but the idea of being so close after removing it, made your heart beat heavy in your ears. Pulling down the rest of the prosthetic, you set it down next to you on the desk and looked into his eyes and he immediately returned to his close position a few inches from your face.

Instinctively, your hands came back to hold onto the sides of his face as he leaned against your touch, making a soft noise as your thumb smoothed over the surface of his cheeks.

Finally, he spoke up, his voice slightly deeper and laced with want. “Are you going to kiss me or are you just going to look at me like that?”

That gave you the push you needed to close the distance between you two. As soon as your lips met his, the hands holding onto you gripped harder as his body pushed forward even more as the desk prodded into your skin. Your hands slipped from his face to the back of his neck and head to pull him in deeper for the most contact possible.

When you started to run out of air, you broke the kiss to catch your breath while looking at him doing the same. The grip on your waist did not let up but he raised his hand to place on your face as he smirked.