Oh, fuck.

[seethingheathen]

I just spent the last hour re-reading See Under: Clue, Getting A. by abundantlyqueer, and now I'm a blubbering mess. That series is just so fucking beautiful, I can't stand it. I'm not a sappy romantic, really, but the way she wrote them falling in love was fucking amazing.

This is one of my favourite bits. It's from Part Ten.

Elijah passes behind Orli’s chair on his way to the men’s room. On the return trip along the winding hallway leading back into the restaurant’s main dining room, he gets ambushed by Orli, who’s skulking in an alcove housing the two public phones.

“Get in here man,” Orli sniggers, glancing up and down the hallway as he grabs Elijah by the shirt and yanks him almost off his feet.

They collide, Elijah’s shoulder digging into the center of Orli’s chest and driving Orli’s breath out in a short huff. They manage to regain their balance, though Orli doesn’t relinguish his grip on Elijah’s clothing.

“There’s something I’ve gotta ask you,” Orli says in a quick stage whisper. “And … maybe I shouldn’t lay this shit on you, but … I just … ”

Elijah’s eyebrows curve upwards in tolerant amusement. He feels a great quietness settling inside his chest. Even Orli’s voice, hurried and hoarse, falls away, leaving only the motion of Orli’s lips and the ruffle of Orli’s Zambucca-scented breath. Elijah can hear the rush of air streaming in and out of his own nostrils, and the quick thud of his heart in his chest, and the molecules of air dancing giddily between him and Orli.

“ … I know this wasn’t supposed to happen and I should feel bad over it man, but … ”

Elijah, with magisterial calm, lifts one hand and winds it around Orli’s neck and pulls Orli down, while lifting his own face up and parting his lips. Orli falls silent, and lets himself be drawn in closer. Elijah’s breathing stops, one last exhalation trembling on his lips even as he feels the tiny stir of the air caused by Orli’s own held breath. Orli blinks, slowly, and the silence is so profound Elijah’s sure he can hear the rasp of Orli’s stiff dark lashes through the air. Elijah pulls Orli across the last two inches of the abyss between them, and their lips touch, brush, stop.

Elijah pushes up impatiently, biting into Orli’s mouth, taking his first taste of the soft wet heat of Orli’s lips and tongue. The combination of touch and taste and smell make Elijah’s stomach twitch and his groin pull greedily at the blood in his veins. Orli pushes his fingers into Elijah’s hair and his tongue into Elijah’s mouth, tilting Elijah’s face this way and that to accommodate his thorough exploration. Elijah feels all the strength drain out of his knees and relocate to his cock. He clutches at Orli, partly for support and partly for the pleasure of digging his fingertips hard into the dense curves of Orli’s arms and shoulders.

Orli reluctantly pulls back, brows furrowed anxiously even as he licks across his own flushed red lips.

“Lij, this isn’t just about sex between us any more, is it?”

Elijah grins tenderly up at him, and cradles Orli’s jaw in one hand.

“You moron,” he murmurs, drawing Orli down again. “Get a fuckin’ clue – it never really was.”

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