nothing stands between us here

[isntbroken]

It's time for another round of room exploring with Noatak and Lu Ten!

Lu Ten is taking the lead this time, half humming, half singing a few snatches of songs under his breath. He can't remember more than a few lines of each of them, so in the end it's just a jumble of random folk songs, popular tunes, and snippets of a few picture shows.

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[createdequalist]

Noatak's expression is serious. He catches Lu Ten's hand, brings it back to his cheek. "Yes."

[isntbroken]

Hand stilling on Noatak's cheek, he--

rises from his seat, slightly, rattling the table and jostling the tea. He slides his hand further back, behind Noatak's ear, combs his fingers through his thick hair. He leans forward, taking a deep, unsteady breath, and--

this may be his only chance

tunachickens out. He doesn't want to screw things up with Noatak, not now, not after all this...

Lightly, softly, he brushes his lips against Noatak's cheek, where his scar looms the reddest.

[createdequalist]

With a puff of breath, Noatak's eyes flutter shut. Oh.

He didn't expect--

All he can clearly see when his eyes open again, when Lu Ten moves away with a breath against his cheek, are Lu Ten's eyes. He reaches out, gently traces his sharp cheekbones, fingers only just brushing his warm skin.

With an involuntary jerk, he moves his fingers away--

--and lightly, very lightly, touches his Lieutenant's lips.

His fingers are trembling.

[isntbroken]

His other hand finds Noatak's face, almost before he even knows he was moving, fingertips just brushing the scarring at his temple as he presses his hand against his skin. When he feels the touch of Noatak's fingers against his face, against his lips, he catches them in his hand, kisses them instinctively--

and because he's an idiot, because any second now Noatak's going to come to his senses and ask him what the fuck he thinks he's doing--

Just this once, before he can stop himself, the Lieutenant leans down and kisses him.

[createdequalist]

Lu Ten--

Lu Ten.

His hand has suddenly slipped to the back of Lu Ten's neck, holding him--protectively, possessively--and he kisses him, finally, finally breaking the tension of making everything up to him, of knowing he lost him, of never ever telling him the truth.

He would have stayed, if Noatak had told him. He would have stayed.

With a small, soft noise, he tilts his head and settles into the kiss.