It was not until Goodnight was on his knees that Billy made any sound, any look of hesitation. He shifted a little, took half a step back as Goodnight clutched at his shirt, and was not just quiet but fumbling.
What did he do here? He looked down at Goodnight, that supplicant look, those fingers working his buttons open slowly. He was sure Goodnight didn't know what he was saying--love. Love with an awfully heavy word.
Billy shivered and, cautiously, touched Goodnight's hair as he continued to make his way up his shirt.
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Date: 2016-11-24 01:09 am (UTC)What did he do here? He looked down at Goodnight, that supplicant look, those fingers working his buttons open slowly. He was sure Goodnight didn't know what he was saying--love. Love with an awfully heavy word.
Billy shivered and, cautiously, touched Goodnight's hair as he continued to make his way up his shirt.