[And that is indeed a nice kiss, but Malcolm sets a hand on York's chest, a light push when they part to keep him from going back in for another.] Okay.
[ The hand has him going from relaxed and interested to mildly concerned in a heartbeat. He drops his hands to the back of the sofa (not mal's hair, not his shoulders) an leans away, lifting up enough so that he's not on his lap anymore. Very carefully not touching him in the slightest. ]
[ With that he moves out of Malcolm's space entirely, sliding off his lap and settling down an arm's length away on the sofa, plucking up a bottle of beer to drink like they hadn't just been making out in each other's laps. ]
[Well god, he didn't mean 'please the the hell away from me'. They...absolutely need to work on communication. He needs to. He needs to make sure he's communicating and he didn't just offend York or anything, did he?]
Should I clean up here? [Is it over? Usually dates being over meant sex, but since he doesn't want that to be the case here...]
[ That, though, that gets a soft twist of a smile and a faint shake of his head. ]
Malcolm- no means no. Stop means stop. You wanted to stop so we stopped. You're still feeling out your boundaries and I mean to respect them. I'm not going to be offended if you need space or want to quit. I'd be offended if you did but you didn't SAY anything because, wow, feeling the trust there.
I meet the bare minimum of what it takes to be a decent human being. Hell yeah! [ He punches the air with the hand holding the bottle, the other still smoothing through Malcolm's hair. ]
[He ducks out of the hairpetting and frowns, taking the petting hand in his own instead.] I mean you're a good man--Tay. [That one will take getting used to.]
That's not the part I find hard to believe. [Fine, York's hand is getting held between both of his, with a turn toward his friend. Date. Date friend.] But I suppose we'll both have to work on believing each other.
Everyone's worthy of love, Malcolm. [ a beat. Then, perhaps sensing he'd strayed itno something far too sentimental to come from a spessmarine, he adds. ] Except the mayor. Fuck that guy. That guy is an asshole.
[That actually gets Malcolm to sputter out a laugh, not expecting that addendum.] Right you are! And I don't think 'mayor' is even a proper term since there haven't been any kind of elections since he went into office, at least not according to the archives.
Still. Thank you. It'll just take time for me to really settle in and believe any of this, just like you being a good man.
We got time. IF nothing else? We have time. [ He pats Malcolm's shoulder as he pushes himself to his feet, popping his back with a groan. ] I'm gonna crash, I think. Delta's probably done reviewing the footage from the job. More halls with doors that shouldn't be there. Fun!
You go rest. You've had a long and busy night, and then you decided this was a good night to do...this. [That's not admonishment, that's fondness and a touch of concern.] I'll clean up here.
We can try a real one on...new years day, mabye? Grab lunch or something. Or cook together. That's supposed to be datelike. [ One last pat and he scrubs at his face, all that weariness coming to the fore. ]
Let's just say we can make lunch together, and I can try to teach you not to burn things. [Let's not say date. Let's not and say we didn't.] Maybe even some hangover food, that should be easy.
[ Okay how is he supposed to date Malcolm if Malcolm never wants to call anything they do dates? His smile goes a little tight, just a hair, before it's gone. He's fine. This is good. Baby steps. ]
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[ Tongue needs licking is what it needs. York leans in that extra bit of space to seal their mouths together, slow and smoldering. ]
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We good?
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[ With that he moves out of Malcolm's space entirely, sliding off his lap and settling down an arm's length away on the sofa, plucking up a bottle of beer to drink like they hadn't just been making out in each other's laps. ]
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Should I clean up here? [Is it over? Usually dates being over meant sex, but since he doesn't want that to be the case here...]
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We're fine, boo. Really. I just figured you'd want a little space, you know?
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All right, I just...thought perhaps I'd offended you or something.
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[ That, though, that gets a soft twist of a smile and a faint shake of his head. ]
Malcolm- no means no. Stop means stop. You wanted to stop so we stopped. You're still feeling out your boundaries and I mean to respect them. I'm not going to be offended if you need space or want to quit. I'd be offended if you did but you didn't SAY anything because, wow, feeling the trust there.
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[ His hand falls back against the sofa for the moment. ]
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Still. Thank you. It'll just take time for me to really settle in and believe any of this, just like you being a good man.
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Sounds good. So lots of carbs and grease.