#gamlyn

You nodded after a few moments, still visibly confused. He tilted his head, chalking up your slow reaction to booze.

“Yes, you’re ready to go or yes you need to be carried? You know what, that’s on me. Obviously it’s both.” Your fingers detangled and you immediately missed his touch. But he was quick to lower himself to offer you his back which you gladly accepted.

The trip back to Basgaith was quiet. You relished Ridoc’s grip around your thighs while you lolled your head on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his neck. You were acutely aware of the shift of his muscles under you as he walked, the methodic sway made your eyelids heavy. 

You teetered in and out of consciousness, your dreams giving way to old memories. The times you caught him the morning after a conquest in an obnoxiously good mood. At one point you offered smiles and high fives, but eventually even your subsequent indifference was squashed by jealousy you masked as annoyance. The times he caught you in the same clothes from the night before and racoon eyes, playfully wiggling his brows and questioning in so many words whether your needs were met. “Did you have a good time?” “Do you feel fulfilled?” Most of the time the answer to the former was yes… The latter? Not so much. Though you never actually dignified him with a response beyond an eye roll or a dismissive tease. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” The bedhopping started as a way to merely scratch an itch. But as time went on you secretly hoped it made him claw at himself from the inside, the same way you felt when the tables were turned.

“Alright hot stuff, we’ve arrived,” your eyes fluttered open at his voice. “If you enjoyed your trip, please leave a five star review.”

“Mmm,” you looked around the hallway outside your room, reacquainting yourself with your surroundings.

“You awake back there?” He gave your legs a squeeze. You were now. You tried to memorize the way his fingers dipped into the back of your thighs before he let you down.

“Yeah,” you said with a yawn. He slowly lowered you onto wobbly legs. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Yeah, no problem.” You pushed back the quiet disappointment that he didn’t offer you a different type of ride in response. He looked so good. Your jaw ticked as he casually ran a hand through his perfectly messy hair. “Well this was fun.”

“Why’dyouholdmyhand?” You asked quickly before you could lose your nerve or sober up. His eyebrows shot up momentarily, but otherwise he seemed unphased. He shrugged as he played with his pockets.

“It looked heavy, so I thought I could hold it for you.” He bit his lower lip, trying but failing to hide his own amusement. Dull heat began to rise in your body, but you crossed your arms to hide your fluster.

“You’re not using pick up lines on me now, are you now Gamlyn?”

“Of course not,” he faux scoffed, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips. “We’re friends. Squad mates. Remember?” His eyes bore into yours with an intensity that didn’t match his teasing voice. You couldn’t tell if it was playful or accusatory. 

“Right. Friends. It would be entirely inappropriate.”

“So inappropriate.” Had he been standing this close to you the whole time? He gave a small laugh. “Besides, I think we’d kill each other if we ever tried.”

“Definitely mutually assured destruction,” you agreed sarcastically, fighting your own smile. “The only way this ends –“

“-is with me in a body bag and you pregnant, on the run,” he laughed as he finished your sentence. You gave him a light shove.

“This is serious,” you insisted, though your words fell flat through your own fits of giggles.

“Never said it wasn’t,” his said as his laughter slowed, but his smile never faltered. “Well I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot better now that we’ve cleared all this up.” You rolled your eyes as you tried to ignore the boyish charm of the man in front of you. You dramatically placed your hand over your chest.

“Oh yes, what a weight that has been lifted.” Your words dripped with sarcasm to mask the actual daggers in your heart in the reality of the exchange. Thank gods you were a good actress, if nothing else. It was funny how the universe toyed with you. The small annoying weed that started as relationship of proximity and convenience planted its roots deep and flourished into an uncontrollable, wildly blossoming forest that covered every part of you. He was gravity itself and you were the moon pulled into his orbit. You were down bad and there was no future in which you ever got back up.

You faked a yawn to put an end to whatever sick twisted torture this was. “As much fun as this has been, I’m gonna go to bed now.” It wasn’t phrased as a question, but you couldn’t hide your tone that subconsciously sought his permission.

“That probably makes sense, it’s like two in the morning.” You gave him a small smile.

“Right. Well.” No more stalling. “Good night, Gamlyn.”

In one moment you were turning to open the door to your room, in the next you were being dragged by your forearm and his lips crashed into yours in a fiery kiss that enveloped every part of you. He pulled you impossibly close, as though afraid you’d float away. Your shock was short lived, and you meet his lips with equal force. You gladly granted him entrance when you felt his tongue press against your lips. They danced in unison, setting an erratic pace for roaming, desperate hands eager to reacquaint themselves with forgotten lands. There were too many places to explore to stay in one spot for long. Arms. Back. Waist. Ribs. Shoulders. Neck. His had lowered to the small of your back when he suddenly pulled away, leaving you panting. His brow was furrowed and his eyes were so earnest it nearly broke you. Your stomach dropped.

No, no, no it wasn’t supposed to go like this. You can’t lose him.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have –“ Oh, he thought he did something wrong? Your pupils dilated and you cut him off before he could spew any more nonsense.

“Like hell you should’ve,” you murmured as you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and greedily pulled him back to your mouth.

The force of impact caused you to stumble backwards, your body hitting the door behind you with a light thud. His initial disbelief dissipated in an instant, your teeth clashing briefly in the messy display when you felt him smile into the kiss. He cupped your face between his hands, which would’ve been a sweet gesture if it wasn’t accompanied by the sinful feeling of being sandwiched between his pelvis and the door. You writhed against him, desperate for more pressure and friction, eliciting a happy hum from the rider. He obliged, sliding his knee between your legs where his thigh provided some relief as you shamelessly rolled yourself against it. His mouth absorbed a soft moan that left your lips, and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue in with ease. His hands glided down your face to your neck, a thumb firmly tilting your chin upwards to get a better angle. All the while your right hand blindly palmed the door, your left still busy playing with his hair, realizing things were escalating quite quickly. You both toppled into your room when you finally found the doorknob.

Giggles filled the air as he caught your arm mid-tumble, breaking your fall. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest as you laid on the cool hard floor. With your torsos glued together, you could feel the quickened rise and fall of his chest with yours. You perched your chin atop your hands on his chest and he lifted his head to meet your gaze. His eyes only strayed from yours to watch his fingers run through your hair, astutely observing the way each strand fell perfectly back into place. 

“Are you sure?” he whispered. He was trying so hard to be respectful, which you certainly appreciated. But like a kid on his birthday waiting to open presents, he did a horrible job of hiding his eagerness.

“For the love of all that is good and holy,” Without breaking eye contact, you used lesser magic to shut the door behind you and lock it. “Don’t make me change my mind, Gamlyn.”

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