[Noah gives one more apologetic glance before turning to go back down the stairs, arms wrapped around anxiously around his own chest. Ronan hovering by his ear is a comfort, but as they reach the final landing he becomes a sudden reminder, and Noah looks over.
Are you gonna be naked when you turn back? Do you need some privacy?]
[That seems like an absurd question right now. Ronan feels no desire to return to corporeal form at all, let alone worry about what it's wearing. But he supposes that, yes, this is a thing he'll inevitably worry about when he has skin again.
Just give me a second to put my pants back on.
The light flickers and dashes away, back to Noah's room, almost instantly.]
But Ronan is zipping through the cupboard doors, and Noah just leans against the wall to wait. The moonlight makes him look smaller and paler, and he is suddenly very self-conscious.]
[It doesn't take long. There's some quiet rustling inside the room before Ronan emerges from the cupboard, half-clothed again. His hand brushes Noah's side as he steps out and turns so that they're facing one another, palm coming to rest on Noah's hip.]
[Noah reaches up to touch his shoulders. The pose isn't unlike that of a classic high school dance, or a Nicholas Sparks cover. Noah resists the urge to kiss him, not wanting to push any comfort levels.]
[They were interrupted, but that doesn't mean he wants to kiss Noah any less. Nudging him closer, Ronan's other hand comes up to brush across Noah's cheek and he bows to kiss Noah softly. It's okay. They're fine.]
[Noah returns the kiss with a relieved sigh. He had hoped that's what Ronan would say. In light of the past half hour though, he keeps this one slower, more cautious and tender. He only pulls back after awhile to gesture behind them.]
[Even though he barely fits in it and it makes an unfortunate metaphor, he likes the closet. It's theirs, and he doesn't want to have to sneak into the basement to kiss his own boyfriend. If Gansey means what he says (and Ronan wants to believe that he does), then he can deal with whatever he might hear.]
But Noah leans back up on his toes for another kiss, this one deeper. The grin on his face is a cross between sly and downright dopey - classic Noah.
It's a downright miracle that he manages to maneuver them backwards, up the step stool, through the cupboard doors, without losing his footing or tangling up with Ronan's over-long legs. Once they're inside, he breaks the kiss to throw a glance at the doors - they close firmly, and this time the latch swings into place.]
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[Noah gives one more apologetic glance before turning to go back down the stairs, arms wrapped around anxiously around his own chest. Ronan hovering by his ear is a comfort, but as they reach the final landing he becomes a sudden reminder, and Noah looks over.
Are you gonna be naked when you turn back? Do you need some privacy?]
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Just give me a second to put my pants back on.
The light flickers and dashes away, back to Noah's room, almost instantly.]
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But Ronan is zipping through the cupboard doors, and Noah just leans against the wall to wait. The moonlight makes him look smaller and paler, and he is suddenly very self-conscious.]
Ronan?
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Hey.
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[Noah reaches up to touch his shoulders. The pose isn't unlike that of a classic high school dance, or a Nicholas Sparks cover. Noah resists the urge to kiss him, not wanting to push any comfort levels.]
Um. What now?
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[They were interrupted, but that doesn't mean he wants to kiss Noah any less. Nudging him closer, Ronan's other hand comes up to brush across Noah's cheek and he bows to kiss Noah softly. It's okay. They're fine.]
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Closet? Basement?
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[Even though he barely fits in it and it makes an unfortunate metaphor, he likes the closet. It's theirs, and he doesn't want to have to sneak into the basement to kiss his own boyfriend. If Gansey means what he says (and Ronan wants to believe that he does), then he can deal with whatever he might hear.]
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But Noah leans back up on his toes for another kiss, this one deeper. The grin on his face is a cross between sly and downright dopey - classic Noah.
It's a downright miracle that he manages to maneuver them backwards, up the step stool, through the cupboard doors, without losing his footing or tangling up with Ronan's over-long legs. Once they're inside, he breaks the kiss to throw a glance at the doors - they close firmly, and this time the latch swings into place.]