It doesn't even hurt that much, but the intensity of how they're looking at each other, the buildup, the fact that it's Ford, the fact that it's now...
Bill closes the distance again for a brief but very heated kiss. He had a faint hope before this that kissing Ford would make the desire better somehow, that he would dislike kissing him, get little enough out of it that he could call the need fulfilled and let the complication die. Instead it's made it much worse, somehow. Feeling what it's like to be touched and bitten and kissed by him has made the tense urgency in Bill even more acute. He has some idea of what's going on, although he can't say he's ever felt it himself, and he knows the solution has to be mined out of Ford. Bill wants to crack open his ribs and pull out the cure for this toxin building up in Bill's veins, and if it was as simple as that he'd have done it already.
"FORD," he starts, his voice low and slightly desperate, "I WANT-..."
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It doesn't even hurt that much, but the intensity of how they're looking at each other, the buildup, the fact that it's Ford, the fact that it's now...
Bill closes the distance again for a brief but very heated kiss. He had a faint hope before this that kissing Ford would make the desire better somehow, that he would dislike kissing him, get little enough out of it that he could call the need fulfilled and let the complication die. Instead it's made it much worse, somehow. Feeling what it's like to be touched and bitten and kissed by him has made the tense urgency in Bill even more acute. He has some idea of what's going on, although he can't say he's ever felt it himself, and he knows the solution has to be mined out of Ford. Bill wants to crack open his ribs and pull out the cure for this toxin building up in Bill's veins, and if it was as simple as that he'd have done it already.
"FORD," he starts, his voice low and slightly desperate, "I WANT-..."