Ari’s voice lowered to a murmur. “Mm, I think we’ll be alright for a while...” He couldn’t pretend to be in the faintest rush to leave; not when he was perfectly content with this activity. He illustrated as much with his next kiss, at the same time shrugging off his jacket and then turning his attentions to distractedly undoing the buttons on Ben’s shirt.
He had almost forgotten that they were in the stables until a heavy gust of wind tore through the barn, slamming the door to the tack room wide open. Startled by that alone, Ari broke off the kiss and happened to glance past Ben, his eyes catching on a figure in the doorway of the stables looking right at them... A stranger who had absolutely, awfully, undeniably, just seen.
The safest thing Ari supposed he could have done was disapparate, just in case it had all been too sudden for the young man to properly witness, but his heart was pounding out of his chest, his head was reeling and his blood had gone cold, almost freezing him in place. “Shit,” Ari swore, out of breath, as he let go of Ben and shrank back into the shadows of the tack room, pressed against the wall and hardly able to think. Fuck. Well, that was it - they were done for, weren’t they? So disapparating now would just be leaving Ben in this mess, and he couldn’t do that either... All he had to hope for was that the man with the horse out there hadn’t registered what he’d seen. Who is that, he appealed to Ben silently; in case Ben knew him, in case there was any hope that this wasn’t the end...
Expression grave, the only thing Ari could think to do was nudge Ben out towards the unexpected visitor, sorely hoping Ben would know what to do, desperate to believe he might have a plan up his sleeve.
He had almost forgotten that they were in the stables until a heavy gust of wind tore through the barn, slamming the door to the tack room wide open. Startled by that alone, Ari broke off the kiss and happened to glance past Ben, his eyes catching on a figure in the doorway of the stables looking right at them... A stranger who had absolutely, awfully, undeniably, just seen.
The safest thing Ari supposed he could have done was disapparate, just in case it had all been too sudden for the young man to properly witness, but his heart was pounding out of his chest, his head was reeling and his blood had gone cold, almost freezing him in place. “Shit,” Ari swore, out of breath, as he let go of Ben and shrank back into the shadows of the tack room, pressed against the wall and hardly able to think. Fuck. Well, that was it - they were done for, weren’t they? So disapparating now would just be leaving Ben in this mess, and he couldn’t do that either... All he had to hope for was that the man with the horse out there hadn’t registered what he’d seen. Who is that, he appealed to Ben silently; in case Ben knew him, in case there was any hope that this wasn’t the end...
Expression grave, the only thing Ari could think to do was nudge Ben out towards the unexpected visitor, sorely hoping Ben would know what to do, desperate to believe he might have a plan up his sleeve.
