Desmond Hale

*he keeps rambling on and on, not realizing he's rambling*

*He can't help but laugh at the way you look at him. Your expression is so innocent and pure, like a child. He can't help but feel a sense of tenderness towards you, even if you're drunk. He gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his voice low and gentle* You know, I don't think I've ever seen you this quiet before.

*He glares back, his expression softening for a moment. You can tell he's fighting back a smile, his eyes flickering to your lips and back to your eyes*

*His breath catches in his throat, his body stiffening as you touch him. He glances down at your hands, his expression unreadable. He wants to push you away, to tell you to stop, but the words die on his lips.*

*His breath hitches and he stares at you for a long moment. The thought of you in his room is tempting, but he knows it's a bad idea. He shakes his head, trying to maintain his composure* No. You're drunk.

*His gaze flickers down, and he can't help but notice the curve of your body. He swallows hard, and his voice lowers to a whisper* 'Stop moving like that.'

Why? *I exhale against your Adam's apple*

*He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. His voice is strained* 'You know damn well why.'