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It had become commonplace for Blue to recount the stories from her phone calls with Maura at 300 Fox Way to Gansey after she hung up, and usually he was able to hear and retain them at least long enough to not have to feign responses after she was done speaking. If the story was particularly unique or interesting, Gansey definitely held onto it longer, but mostly a lot of them sounded the same to him.
Blue had been taking for what felt like at least an hour, but was probably closer to five minutes, when Gansey realized he had no idea what she was talking about - or even who the key players in today's tale were. His eyes were roaming her face, glancing over the one piece of hair that had fallen over one of her eyes, the faint scar over her other, the twitch of her cheek, the curve of her lips as they moved, the slight chapping on her bottom lip, the way her tongue moved as she spoke. Before he even realized what he was doing, Gansey had leaned towards her, only pausing to brush the stray hair off her face, and let his mouth capture hers mid-sentence.
He could tell it took Blue a moment to catch up to what happened because her mouth was still moving in an I'm-saying-real-words way rather than a You're-kissing-me-and-I'm -going-to-kiss-you-back-now way. He caught her words on his tongue and teased them back into her bottom lip, feeling the slight roughness disappear.
Just before she started kissing him back, Blue pulled away long enough to say, “You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?”
Gansey gave himself enough time to respond with, “ Shut up and kiss me, Blue ,” but didn't wait for her to say anything else before he crashed his mouth against hers again.
This kiss was more insistent, demanding, full of want and need . Blue caught on more quickly this time, losing herself back in Gansey. All Gansey could see, hear, feel was Blue Sargent.
I want this.
I need this.
I can finally have this.