Re: Living room: Holly & Noah
Holly was in a good mood. It might be some short-lived burst, but it was nice, right? Okay, okay, yeah, they were both baked, but whatever, because he felt good. Noah, arm heavy across his, Holly's, shoulders? Felt amazing, and Holly was so fucking slowly running his fingers along each of Noah's fingers. Forefinger and thumb trapped each digit, and they slowly slid from base, to knuckle, to fingernail, and then moved on to the next finger. And Holly glanced over to watch, getting caught every so often by a nuzzle to nose or cheek or temple.
"I do," he deadpanned of loving Noah so much. Fickle? Changeable? Not really. He was teasing, deadpan and smirk, but in his head? In reality? There was absolutely no fucking room for doubt about just how insanely into the guy he was. He was fucking around about the homey lights again too, you know? And was he absolutely considering ordering some of the annoying lights and hanging them in the bathroom or something? Yup. And he made an oomph sound, exaggerated and deliberate, when Noah squeezed him closer to solid and warm side. "I think...," he began, looking around at the scene when Noah asked, "it's a nice house. Expensive as fuck. Matches your girlfriend with all its fairytale princess bullshit feel." He pulled away juuust enough to look the guy in the face. "Are you into this Sally Homemaker stuff?" he asked, turning more, so his leg was back on the ground, and his shoulder was against the back of the couch. "Think carefully before you answer," he said severely, joking and kinda not, and he slid his fingers over Noah's side and up, stopping beneath Noah's armpit and tugging at hair through soft blanket-velour-whatever that fabric was.