Ford could not pretend to be surprised by the kiss, and could not keep from returning it. Kissing Tycho was instinctual. The rest of it was just as natural — leaning in until they were pressed together, moving his hip subtly against Ty's, letting his breath out in a wistful sigh. His heart rate was climbing. It would be easy to fall back into this; easier than pulling away. Particularly after everything Tycho had been saying and doing since Ford had arrived.
He gently bit Tycho's lower lip. Ending the kiss abruptly wouldn't gain him the moral high ground; he'd lost that long ago. When he did pull back from the kiss he stayed in Tycho's arms, pressed right up against him, and leaned his head against Ty's shoulder. "I should go home now," he said — because if he stayed, there was nothing else to do except this.
He gently bit Tycho's lower lip. Ending the kiss abruptly wouldn't gain him the moral high ground; he'd lost that long ago. When he did pull back from the kiss he stayed in Tycho's arms, pressed right up against him, and leaned his head against Ty's shoulder. "I should go home now," he said — because if he stayed, there was nothing else to do except this.
Set by Lady!