[Speak of the devil, but a very bold roach strides in from under the room's main door. Ford sighs, but noticing Fiddleford's hand, he places his free one on top of it (creating a hand sandwich, if you will).]
We'll rise above it together. [Together. Feeling Fiddleford at his side is quite the rush, and he doubts he'll ever tire of it. Intimacy with someone, whether romantic or otherwise, is such a novelty. Ford enjoys the sense of touch, feeling the slow rise and fall of Fiddleford's breathing and the gentle beat of his pulse.
Is it too soon to kiss him again? He wants to do this correctly. Just sitting with him like this feels amazing. Ford doesn't want to push it too far.
But he really would like to kiss him properly.]
Looks like we're going to have another contribution to the Entomology professor, too.
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We'll rise above it together. [Together. Feeling Fiddleford at his side is quite the rush, and he doubts he'll ever tire of it. Intimacy with someone, whether romantic or otherwise, is such a novelty. Ford enjoys the sense of touch, feeling the slow rise and fall of Fiddleford's breathing and the gentle beat of his pulse.
Is it too soon to kiss him again? He wants to do this correctly. Just sitting with him like this feels amazing. Ford doesn't want to push it too far.
But he really would like to kiss him properly.]
Looks like we're going to have another contribution to the Entomology professor, too.