Re: The Apartment: Jamie/Seven
The tea wasn’t something he normally would have picked, but it was warm and fragrant in his nose as he lifted the mug to his lips, vaguely sweet on his tongue. Reminiscent of the way Jamie’s mouth had tasted under his own. The ceramic of the mug was just warm enough against his fingers to compete with the heat of Jamie’s hand against his; he shifted his grip, just a little, so that his thumb could rub over the creases of the guy’s palm. He knew that the calloused spots on his hands felt a little like sandpaper, but right now he was more interested in maintaining the contact than being overly considerate, yeah?
He turned his own head as he saw Jamie’s face turn towards him out of the corner of his eye. Resting the mug against his thigh, with the back of his skull nestled against the cushion behind them, he turned just as Jamie’s fingers found their way into his hair and it took a not-insignificant effort to keep from leaning into the touch like he imagined Cat might have done if she were the one getting the attention. His one concession was allowing his eyelids to lower fractionally, as he watched the flicker of stuff he didn’t recognize work across Jamie’s features. He had the brief thought that the mug in his other hand was probably a good thing, since it stopped him from reaching out for more contact; he was determined to keep shit going at a pace that Jamie could handle without getting overwhelmed. So he just made a soft humming noise of appreciation and let a smile curl back into place at the corner of his mouth, gaze fixed intently on Jamie’s face, sliding between his eyes, his mouth, the bob in his throat as he swallowed.
“Lucky me,” he murmured, thumb sliding lower to sweep over the lines of Jamie’s wrist. "M'glad. I wanted to see you, too." He held the guy’s gaze steadily then, intent on the diagonal line where his left eye was split between blue and brown. He thought about asking Jamie if he’d ever told him how beautiful he thought the guy’s eyes were, had even opened his mouth to form the words - but then his lips spread wider, splitting into a crooked grin. “He does, huh? And what does Jamie think?”