Ford’s mouth went dry. He hadn’t realized the implication of what he’d said until Fisk pressed him on it, but now he did. It was as good as an invitation — all he had to do was name the place, and Fisk would meet him there and maybe do that thing he’d done earlier to Ford’s neck…
Ford shivered again, involuntarily. His legs felt a little wobbly at the memory of it, and Ford had to put a hand on the door frame to steady himself. He shouldn't agree to it, and he knew that, but between his own thoughts racing and the way that Fisk was looking at him it was difficult to resign himself to that. If it was a secret, if nobody knew, if they were careful...
No, he couldn't do that. It was too much of a risk, and some small part of him knew that if he agreed to it now in the moment it would only be to back out of it later, when Fisk was gone and he was thinking a little more clearly. Ford bit his lip and his eyebrows arched in a pained way, because he wanted so badly to say yes, but —
"— I can't," he said, after far too long of a pause. He kept his hand on the door frame, as though he were still unsure of his footing.
"That was —" Good. Great. Fantastic. Incredible. Do it again. Ford wanted to say any of those things or all of them, but he found himself at a loss. He probably shouldn't say anything like this, because what was the point if they weren't going to do anything else? But it seemed important to convey all the same, because Fisk had seemed so hopeful about the prospect of seeing each other somewhere else that Ford felt he ought to say something to clue him in that his refusal had nothing at all to do with wanting.
"That was really —" Exhilarating. Amazing. Mind-blowing. Do it again. Merlin, how he wished he could find the word.
Ford shifted his weight, aware that he needed to leave because if he stayed here trying to think of adjectives he was eventually going to get himself into more trouble. "It's just. I can't."
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Ford shivered again, involuntarily. His legs felt a little wobbly at the memory of it, and Ford had to put a hand on the door frame to steady himself. He shouldn't agree to it, and he knew that, but between his own thoughts racing and the way that Fisk was looking at him it was difficult to resign himself to that. If it was a secret, if nobody knew, if they were careful...
No, he couldn't do that. It was too much of a risk, and some small part of him knew that if he agreed to it now in the moment it would only be to back out of it later, when Fisk was gone and he was thinking a little more clearly. Ford bit his lip and his eyebrows arched in a pained way, because he wanted so badly to say yes, but —
"— I can't," he said, after far too long of a pause. He kept his hand on the door frame, as though he were still unsure of his footing.
"That was —" Good. Great. Fantastic. Incredible. Do it again. Ford wanted to say any of those things or all of them, but he found himself at a loss. He probably shouldn't say anything like this, because what was the point if they weren't going to do anything else? But it seemed important to convey all the same, because Fisk had seemed so hopeful about the prospect of seeing each other somewhere else that Ford felt he ought to say something to clue him in that his refusal had nothing at all to do with wanting.
"That was really —" Exhilarating. Amazing. Mind-blowing. Do it again. Merlin, how he wished he could find the word.
Ford shifted his weight, aware that he needed to leave because if he stayed here trying to think of adjectives he was eventually going to get himself into more trouble. "It's just. I can't."
Set by Lady!
