Re: [B&B: Holly & Noah]
Yeah, dude, screw Mr. Brightside. From the beginning 'til now, nothing had been an 'only' or a 'just.' Not for Noah. And not, ultimately, for Holly. Even when the other dude had resisted, he'd wanted to be persuaded, at least a little. And now they were here, and Holly's belly was in as much of a state as Noah's, butterflies caroming and threatening to fly up out of the flues of their throats.—And, even while Holly was, supposedly, chill, Noah wasn't. He wanted more, because he always wanted more. There were a lot of wants warring in his gut (among the butterflies, even) and it played out openly on his face. His want was neon-lit in the sloe-slant of his eyes, the way his gaze lingered and his touch brushed. But, he let himself want and need and feel the tug of it without satisfaction as they parted from the kiss.
Noah smiled at Holly, feeling that quick buzz of pleasure in the dude. He watched him, watched the words he said form on his lips. He let himself be bossed around, knowing Holly liked doing it, knowing that it was solid ground, and knowing that he himself just liked it too. But, Noah felt that same urgency, to not leave Holly's side, to cling and hold on. Still, he managed to not grab at the dude when Holly listed his demands, slipping out from under Noah's arm. "Kinda," he repeated with a smile. He scrunched his nose up, like, uh-huh, I see what you're doing, then he blew a kiss at Holly and trundled out of the room, the dude's bag slapped at his side.
Five—six? Okay, seven minutes later, Noah came bounding back downstairs, like something incongruent with the traditional surroundings. Heavy, dark walls seemed to press down, and Noah himself was (at present) buoyant. He'd changed into something more suitable, dropped Holly's bag off and grabbed a ball. He was holding it against his stomach as he came back to the front counter to find Holly.