Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
He'd thought perhaps Dietre had left something in the car when he turned back around, and had moved to roll down the passenger window when Dietre instead came to his. He looked up expectantly, and thankfully Hugh had put the car into park when Dietre had gotten out, because Dietre leaning into slide his hand behind his neck, to kiss him - was the furthest thing from what Hugh had anticipated from the other man.
Which wasn't to say that there was anything unpleasant about that surprise, instead -- definitely the contrary. For a heartbeat, Hugh's chin stayed tilted upwards, surprise lingering with the kiss, and then he leaned into it. Or rather, he leaned into it as much as he could when he was seat-belted into a rather low car and Dietre was so much taller than him and so much above him. He pulled his free hand up to Dietre's neck, while his eyes fluttered shut and his heartbeat sped-up.
If Dietre'd been worried that he would pull away, he needn't do so. Hugh hadn't been kissed or kissed like this for months, and it wasn't that he hadn't thought about it with Dietre, so much as there'd been a whole party of questions about it that Hugh hadn't really answered. Presented with Dietre's lips on his, the clamour of those questions faded. And when he finally did pull back, it was to take a breath, and he didn't drop his hand from Dietre's neck. It was light, Dietre could stand up and pull away himself if he wanted to, but Hugh wasn't going to encourage it exactly.
He moistened his lips, swallowed, and his gaze shifted to Dietre's face, a smile on his lips and for a moment he seemed to be searching for words, before he finally settled on: "Thank god you remembered."