Oh, oh no...That's not how it works, you can't just...
Oh.
His gaze is lowered. You're transfixed by the delicate paleness of his lashes, and the tired creases under his eyes make something contract fiercely in your chest. You awkwardly hold his shades between your hands, folding and unfolding the arms, waiting for him to meet your eyes, needing for him to, oh please, just...His gaze suddenly flicks up to yours, his eyes heavy and significant and red.
Your breath catches, a thrill of arousal shivering through you. One of Dave's hands rests at the small of your back, the other a little above your waist, and you don't think you've ever been so fundamentally aware of anything in your life.
The sound of several chattering voices begins to drift down the hall, and it takes you far too long to realize they're coming in here. Dave drops his eyes again, and reclaims his shades from your unresisting fingers. His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is definitely accelerated, and ohhh, fuuuuck.
JOHN: hey guys! i was wondering where you wandered off to! DAVE: just making karkat a decent drink here DAVE: dont want his drinking noobhood tainted at the hands of roxy lalonde DAVE: her hands have been in way too many pies if you get my drift ROXY: hahah dave ur so cute ROXY: i no u liek my hands ROXY: as covrered with pie ast hey may be DAVE: shut up rose ROSE: I didn't say anything.
Dave bustles around, making drinks for the others, and they continue to banter. You slide back onto your barstool, watching Dave, feeling strange and lost. Eventually he places a shot of some amber-colored liquid in front of you, leaning far over the bar, fingers still around the glass. Your blood pusher pounds as you reach out to take it and your fingers glide over his.
DAVE: this ones special just for you DAVE: trust me i know how to take care of you DAVE: im an expert
You gulp back the shot, your cheeks burning almost as much as the whiskey does in your throat. Everyone is getting up now with their new drinks, heading back to the dance floor, and Dave follows them. But not before he trails a hand along your lower back, throwing a small smirk over one shoulder.
Karkat: Fall in love. (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
Oh.
His gaze is lowered. You're transfixed by the delicate paleness of his lashes, and the tired creases under his eyes make something contract fiercely in your chest. You awkwardly hold his shades between your hands, folding and unfolding the arms, waiting for him to meet your eyes, needing for him to, oh please, just...His gaze suddenly flicks up to yours, his eyes heavy and significant and red.
Your breath catches, a thrill of arousal shivering through you. One of Dave's hands rests at the small of your back, the other a little above your waist, and you don't think you've ever been so fundamentally aware of anything in your life.
The sound of several chattering voices begins to drift down the hall, and it takes you far too long to realize they're coming in here. Dave drops his eyes again, and reclaims his shades from your unresisting fingers. His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is definitely accelerated, and ohhh, fuuuuck.
JOHN: hey guys! i was wondering where you wandered off to!
DAVE: just making karkat a decent drink here
DAVE: dont want his drinking noobhood tainted at the hands of roxy lalonde
DAVE: her hands have been in way too many pies if you get my drift
ROXY: hahah dave ur so cute
ROXY: i no u liek my hands
ROXY: as covrered with pie ast hey may be
DAVE: shut up rose
ROSE: I didn't say anything.
Dave bustles around, making drinks for the others, and they continue to banter. You slide back onto your barstool, watching Dave, feeling strange and lost. Eventually he places a shot of some amber-colored liquid in front of you, leaning far over the bar, fingers still around the glass. Your blood pusher pounds as you reach out to take it and your fingers glide over his.
DAVE: this ones special just for you
DAVE: trust me i know how to take care of you
DAVE: im an expert
You gulp back the shot, your cheeks burning almost as much as the whiskey does in your throat. Everyone is getting up now with their new drinks, heading back to the dance floor, and Dave follows them. But not before he trails a hand along your lower back, throwing a small smirk over one shoulder.
Karkat: Get up and follow.