Re: James/Fisher
The moment that James had pulled him out onto the dance floor, Fisher knew he was getting kissed. It was all a matter of when, how long James would let him get comfortable with just being out there before he pushed him a little further. And while being kissed made him tense up a bit, he didn't pull away like he wanted to. He loved James, and loved hearing that he was loved, and that was enough to make him stay.
Sighing softly, Fisher closed his eyes, letting himself get swept up in the moment. Laying his head to rest against James' shoulder, the medium placed one hand on the demon's chest, palm laying over his heart. "I know," he murmured. "I love you too." Maybe they could just stay like this all night, never move, and never care what anyone else thought. Maybe it could be that simple.