Cisco's immensely, pleasantly surprised by Hartley's response to
Cisco's overt admission of what he hopes might come of this first
date, and he can't help the way he smiles, the warmth bleeding into
his face. It's not a blush this time, it's happiness; they've only
just started this date and they're already clicking, they're flirting
and getting along and, sure, it could still go off the rails, but
Cisco doesn't think it will. He'd already been planning to do
everything he could to make this the best first date ever, but now he
has even more incentive, a mental image of him and Hartley in bed
together, kissing, Hartley pinning him down to the bed and grinding
into him. No matter what happens tonight, Cisco's going to keep that
picture in his head, save it for later.
And then Hartley opens the door for Cisco, and maybe Cisco's just been
single for too long, but even that makes butterflies burst to life in
his belly. As they walk to the hostess stand Hartley starts a
conversation, and it sounds like idle chitchat, but Cisco knows it's
more than that. Even with everything Hartley had done, the way he'd
treated Cisco before the particle accelerator explosion, his stint as
a criminal, Cisco knows it came from a place of hurt and repeated
rejection. Hartley's sharing something with him now, a very small
glimpse into his life from before, and Cisco feels grateful, and all
that much more hopeful.
"Well, next time you're around the lab we should do lunch," Cisco
offers, and he's thinking it could be when Hartley comes to consult,
because he does do that, time to time, or maybe, if Cisco's lucky,
eventually Hartley will come just to see him. He smiles at
the hostess when she makes eye contact with him, and he hopes she can
tell that he and Hartley aren't just here as friends or colleagues
(even though they are both of those things, sort of). She smiles back
and nods, not even asking any questions before she takes the two of
them back to a very nice table near the windows, just a little farther
away from the other diners who are already there, and Cisco is already
planning an extra big tip to repay her kindness.
Once they're seated with menus in hand, Cisco tries to choose
something to eat, but he can't stop looking up at Hartley. He looks so
good (he always does), and he's here with Cisco, and maybe he's even a
little happy about it, too. "Thank you. For being so cool about all
those texts last night, for being up for giving this thing with me a
shot," Cisco says, because he has to let Hartley know how thankful he
is for this chance.
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Date: 2016-07-09 07:01 am (UTC)Cisco's immensely, pleasantly surprised by Hartley's response to Cisco's overt admission of what he hopes might come of this first date, and he can't help the way he smiles, the warmth bleeding into his face. It's not a blush this time, it's happiness; they've only just started this date and they're already clicking, they're flirting and getting along and, sure, it could still go off the rails, but Cisco doesn't think it will. He'd already been planning to do everything he could to make this the best first date ever, but now he has even more incentive, a mental image of him and Hartley in bed together, kissing, Hartley pinning him down to the bed and grinding into him. No matter what happens tonight, Cisco's going to keep that picture in his head, save it for later.
And then Hartley opens the door for Cisco, and maybe Cisco's just been single for too long, but even that makes butterflies burst to life in his belly. As they walk to the hostess stand Hartley starts a conversation, and it sounds like idle chitchat, but Cisco knows it's more than that. Even with everything Hartley had done, the way he'd treated Cisco before the particle accelerator explosion, his stint as a criminal, Cisco knows it came from a place of hurt and repeated rejection. Hartley's sharing something with him now, a very small glimpse into his life from before, and Cisco feels grateful, and all that much more hopeful.
"Well, next time you're around the lab we should do lunch," Cisco offers, and he's thinking it could be when Hartley comes to consult, because he does do that, time to time, or maybe, if Cisco's lucky, eventually Hartley will come just to see him. He smiles at the hostess when she makes eye contact with him, and he hopes she can tell that he and Hartley aren't just here as friends or colleagues (even though they are both of those things, sort of). She smiles back and nods, not even asking any questions before she takes the two of them back to a very nice table near the windows, just a little farther away from the other diners who are already there, and Cisco is already planning an extra big tip to repay her kindness.
Once they're seated with menus in hand, Cisco tries to choose something to eat, but he can't stop looking up at Hartley. He looks so good (he always does), and he's here with Cisco, and maybe he's even a little happy about it, too. "Thank you. For being so cool about all those texts last night, for being up for giving this thing with me a shot," Cisco says, because he has to let Hartley know how thankful he is for this chance.