Re: Log: Seven/Liam
And though he had made the leap forward on impulse, acting on autopilot as his hands came up and moved in close to breach the other's personal space, reaching, desperate - despite all of that, when he moved to counter Liam's flinch with a determined grasp, his hands were steady and sure. He knew that this was what he wanted. Liam in his arms, Liam within his reach, even if he was shaking and just barely holding on with clenched fists. And the victory was in the way that Liam pressed fervently into his touch, even as rivulets of sweat worked their way down the column of his neck and pooled against the place where Seven's hand had come up to rest where throat met shoulder, where he could part sweat-dampened strands beneath his fingertips.
For Seven's part, he didn't pull away from the fierce claw of Liam's fingers against his forearm. Shit, he hardly even registered the half-moon press of nails against his skin because here was Liam, here was the man that he loved, needing him. Needing fucking something if he was going to pull through, and there were Seven's arms moving to slide around Liam's shoulders and pull him close.
"Hey," he murmured, leaning in to slide his cheek against Liam's temple and giving in to the urge to press a light kiss against his hairline. "I'm here. You're safe. I love you."