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”So, I’ve never done anything like this before…”
Silver’s hands shook a bit as he closed the door behind him, and locked it as quietly as he could.
“Done what?”
Flint furrowed his brows ever so slightly, not raising his eyes from the ledger. It was what John had hoped for, but when it came to the captain he supposed he could never be picky. It was as good a moment as any.
“This.”
Flint didn’t look up until after his lips had sucked stuck to his and their teeth had clashed against each other, but when he did it was with eyes that were big and wide open in surprise and shock.
He found Silver’s eyes, and in them there was a rare glimpse of insecurity, of fear, even. He was waiting, and he was terrified.
Flint opened his mouth (he could still taste him) and closed it again.
“Wait”, he said. “What?”
“I thought I’d made it clear what that was.” Silver directed his gaze down in disappointment. “Was it that bad?”
“It wasn’t bad.” Flint bit his lip. “It wasn’t good either, but-“
“I understand”, Silver interrupted him.
“The first one never is.”
He smirked, and Silver felt his own mouth form into a smile, knowing that there would be a second time.
And a third. And a lot more after that.