When dinner's over, and an overly significant amount of the tequila has disappeared, Cisco's curled against one end of the couch with Hartley tucked against his chest. This is one of those perfect moments, the kinds he kind of wishes he could just curl up in and live inside of, the ones he never really wants to have to end.
His fingers twist idly in his boyfriend's hair, whatever thing he was rambling about a moment ago forgotten when Hartley's lips find his jaw, "Mm...it happens." He mumbles and tilts his head to catch Hartley's lips against his in a fumble of a kiss. He may be a little too drunk to be coordinated right now. He chuckles softly and presses a kiss to Hartley's forehead. "You're not angry now." A beat. And he tilts his head to look down at him, "right...?" He might be squinting comically suspiciously at him now.
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Date: 2017-03-11 02:19 am (UTC)His fingers twist idly in his boyfriend's hair, whatever thing he was rambling about a moment ago forgotten when Hartley's lips find his jaw, "Mm...it happens." He mumbles and tilts his head to catch Hartley's lips against his in a fumble of a kiss. He may be a little too drunk to be coordinated right now. He chuckles softly and presses a kiss to Hartley's forehead. "You're not angry now." A beat. And he tilts his head to look down at him, "right...?" He might be squinting comically suspiciously at him now.