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Reflections (Faraday/Vasquez | PG13 | 2,122 words): Faraday's cut himself shaving; Vasquez is curious why. This is such a lovely take on that first moment of realization of mutual desire.
Excerpt:
"I was distracted, okay? Shit!" Out of habit, Faraday had made the mistake to shrug his shoulders. He quickly let them sink again, explaining himself a bit quieter now, "my hand just slipped, it happens."
Vasquez scoffed. "If you say so…" He'd seen Faraday shoot men with barely so much as a glance over his shoulder while galloping down a street on horseback, maybe even cracking a joke should he feel like it – and each shot still was a dead sure hit. Joshua Faraday never got distracted. Nor did his hand slip. Ever. "Here, this might hurt a bit, so better grit your teeth."
Without protest – surprisingly – Faraday did as he was told and Vasquez noticed his jaw muscles clench. He turned to reach for the half empty bottle of cheap, high-proof whiskey on Faraday's nightstand in the two-bed room. He opened it and poured some of the golden liquid onto a clean rug.
Excerpt:
"I was distracted, okay? Shit!" Out of habit, Faraday had made the mistake to shrug his shoulders. He quickly let them sink again, explaining himself a bit quieter now, "my hand just slipped, it happens."
Vasquez scoffed. "If you say so…" He'd seen Faraday shoot men with barely so much as a glance over his shoulder while galloping down a street on horseback, maybe even cracking a joke should he feel like it – and each shot still was a dead sure hit. Joshua Faraday never got distracted. Nor did his hand slip. Ever. "Here, this might hurt a bit, so better grit your teeth."
Without protest – surprisingly – Faraday did as he was told and Vasquez noticed his jaw muscles clench. He turned to reach for the half empty bottle of cheap, high-proof whiskey on Faraday's nightstand in the two-bed room. He opened it and poured some of the golden liquid onto a clean rug.