He breathes through his mouth and pretends like Woody's not glancing at him as he pulls up to his building.
"Thanks," Bug says quietly and fiddles with the door handle. His head snaps up as Woody places a hand on his knee. "I..."
"Bug, this was a date," Woody says with a smile.
And then he's leaning in, and Bug's breathing out through his mouth, and Woody's lips are slightly chapped and dry and Bug tightens the hand he has on the door handle although he has no plans of escape.
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on 2007-05-15 01:34 am (UTC)"Thanks," Bug says quietly and fiddles with the door handle. His head snaps up as Woody places a hand on his knee. "I..."
"Bug, this was a date," Woody says with a smile.
And then he's leaning in, and Bug's breathing out through his mouth, and Woody's lips are slightly chapped and dry and Bug tightens the hand he has on the door handle although he has no plans of escape.