While it's possible, even probable, for Sunday to make an earnest mistake in the low starlight of the beach, Gallagher is choosing to believe that Sunday is just as dishonest as he is. It's a strange methodology, deliberately missing his tattoo, inventing a reason to get Gallagher naked and alone, but he admires the effort. He's smiling. )
You wanted me out of these pants. Don't get shy on me now.
( With Sunday standing in front of him, eyes flickering from Gallagher's face to someplace lower, Gallagher closes the space between them and plucks free the single button holding Sunday's breezy summer shirt together. He slides the material off of his shoulders, pressing a kiss against his neck, letting the fabric drag slow along Sunday's skin. There was always this rumor about Halovians having tailfeathers...
If he ever experienced fatigue, that doesn't seem to be the case now. )
Take 'em off. ( The shorts, the place that Gallagher's hands are steadily sliding down towards. ) Let's see ya'.
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( If there was ever a mark at all.
While it's possible, even probable, for Sunday to make an earnest mistake in the low starlight of the beach, Gallagher is choosing to believe that Sunday is just as dishonest as he is. It's a strange methodology, deliberately missing his tattoo, inventing a reason to get Gallagher naked and alone, but he admires the effort. He's smiling. )
You wanted me out of these pants. Don't get shy on me now.
( With Sunday standing in front of him, eyes flickering from Gallagher's face to someplace lower, Gallagher closes the space between them and plucks free the single button holding Sunday's breezy summer shirt together. He slides the material off of his shoulders, pressing a kiss against his neck, letting the fabric drag slow along Sunday's skin. There was always this rumor about Halovians having tailfeathers...
If he ever experienced fatigue, that doesn't seem to be the case now. )
Take 'em off. ( The shorts, the place that Gallagher's hands are steadily sliding down towards. ) Let's see ya'.