Re: James/Fisher
Smiling a little, Fisher lifted his head enough to rest against James' cheek, his arms moving tighter around those slender shoulders. He loved this. He loved being in these arms, lost amidst the music, he even loved saying to hell with the rest of the room and just being here despite them. It scared him, too, but he loved that someone gave a damn about him enough to be here and not worry about the consequence.
Listening to the story, Fisher smiled, agreeing that that sounded like exactly what he'd do. He was never good with public affection because no one had ever really done it before, and those that did had done it in secret, a song dedicated to him but never saying who it was actually going to. Suddenly being put out in the spotlight like James seemed to like doing to him was a little more than he could handle. Looking up, he smiled at James, looking into his eyes and melting a bit. "All I ask is to be humiliated in private," he said softly.