Deacon wasn't really sure what to expect here, but chief among his expectations was not the way Danse's finger slides beneath his chin, tipping it up delicately. It certainly wasn't the firm press of lips in an actual kiss. He'd definitely envisioned something closer to mouth-to-mouth sharing of oxygen, but what takes the cake and makes his stomach drop and sink to the depths of the lake is the way Danse's tongue slides across his lip.
The whole thing seems to happen in slow motion as if Deacon himself is watching from outside of his body in disbelief. Initially, he'd been as frozen and hesitant as Danse had. And now, with his own lips parting, he's laughing out a breathless noise while simultaneously playing his part.
His hands grip tightly to Danse's shoulders, almost clawlike as all the tension and anxiety in his body manifests through them, but his lips part gently to let him in, just trying to focus on his breathing and ignore everything else. It's just another role to play, isn't it? One day you're a trade caravan worker with a funny little hat, one day you're a drifter in Goodneighbor just trying to find a safe place to settle down, and one day you're making out with a former Brotherhood of Steel member and current fishperson. You know, to breathe underwater. Normal stuff.
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Deacon wasn't really sure what to expect here, but chief among his expectations was not the way Danse's finger slides beneath his chin, tipping it up delicately. It certainly wasn't the firm press of lips in an actual kiss. He'd definitely envisioned something closer to mouth-to-mouth sharing of oxygen, but what takes the cake and makes his stomach drop and sink to the depths of the lake is the way Danse's tongue slides across his lip.
The whole thing seems to happen in slow motion as if Deacon himself is watching from outside of his body in disbelief. Initially, he'd been as frozen and hesitant as Danse had. And now, with his own lips parting, he's laughing out a breathless noise while simultaneously playing his part.
His hands grip tightly to Danse's shoulders, almost clawlike as all the tension and anxiety in his body manifests through them, but his lips part gently to let him in, just trying to focus on his breathing and ignore everything else. It's just another role to play, isn't it? One day you're a trade caravan worker with a funny little hat, one day you're a drifter in Goodneighbor just trying to find a safe place to settle down, and one day you're making out with a former Brotherhood of Steel member and current fishperson. You know, to breathe underwater. Normal stuff.