"No, we're not. We're very, very good hosts," Luke insists, pushing back against Reid's body, fitting them together, and he's never been quite entirely surprised by how easy that is, how simply they just fit. They're the same height, though not quite of the same build, and still they fit together in a way Luke knows for certain he's never experienced. Even so, even having never felt this way before, it doesn't shock him exactly, not when it comes to Reid. Right from the first day they'd met, he'd felt an odd sort of kinship with the other man. They'd fallen into relatively easy conversation despite the fact that Reid had only just arrived in Darrow and although Luke has never been particularly uncomfortable around people, there had been something different about Reid right from the start. All he had known was that he wanted to spend more time with him, whatever they meant and in whatever form it took. He wanted to be around him, talk to him, see him, and when it had seemed like, at the very least, his need for friendship had been returned, Luke had decided to be satisfied with them.
But even when they'd fit together in a way that had felt like so much more, even if neither of them had been able to find the words to explain it. The night at the amusement park had been something of a turning point for Luke, when he had realized that he truly would be able to trust Reid with anything. When this man who had no reason to listen to him or believe him or not just run from the sight of his teeth and claws, had instead given him the benefit of the doubt and the chance to explain, Luke had known there was something bigger there than just simple friendship. There had been an understanding, something that he suspected at the time meant more to him than it did to Reid.
When it had turned out he'd been wrong about that, when it had turned out that Reid's feelings were the same as his own, Luke hadn't been able to do anything but kiss him. Part of that had been the full moon, of that he has no doubt, but he knows it's more than that, too. There's been that sense of connection, of fitting long before that night and he'd needed so desperately to see it through, to know for certain that he was right about it. And he had been.
Like now, with his arms around Reid and their bodies fit closely together, he'd felt a sense of comfort, like he was exactly where he was meant to be. Grinning, he presses quick kisses to Reid's cheek before finding his mouth again, sinking into the kiss and pressing him harder against the counter for at least another moment or two. There are pies to serve and guests to pay attention to and given that it's Thanksgiving, Luke would be remiss in not acknowledging that he's thankful for each and every one of the people in the other room, but the one he's most thankful for, the person who's given him the most, it's the one who's pinned between his body and the counter right now.
"We're good hosts because we're not traumatizing anyone with this display," he murmurs against Reid's mouth. "They should be thanking us for having the decency to hide in here."
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But even when they'd fit together in a way that had felt like so much more, even if neither of them had been able to find the words to explain it. The night at the amusement park had been something of a turning point for Luke, when he had realized that he truly would be able to trust Reid with anything. When this man who had no reason to listen to him or believe him or not just run from the sight of his teeth and claws, had instead given him the benefit of the doubt and the chance to explain, Luke had known there was something bigger there than just simple friendship. There had been an understanding, something that he suspected at the time meant more to him than it did to Reid.
When it had turned out he'd been wrong about that, when it had turned out that Reid's feelings were the same as his own, Luke hadn't been able to do anything but kiss him. Part of that had been the full moon, of that he has no doubt, but he knows it's more than that, too. There's been that sense of connection, of fitting long before that night and he'd needed so desperately to see it through, to know for certain that he was right about it. And he had been.
Like now, with his arms around Reid and their bodies fit closely together, he'd felt a sense of comfort, like he was exactly where he was meant to be. Grinning, he presses quick kisses to Reid's cheek before finding his mouth again, sinking into the kiss and pressing him harder against the counter for at least another moment or two. There are pies to serve and guests to pay attention to and given that it's Thanksgiving, Luke would be remiss in not acknowledging that he's thankful for each and every one of the people in the other room, but the one he's most thankful for, the person who's given him the most, it's the one who's pinned between his body and the counter right now.
"We're good hosts because we're not traumatizing anyone with this display," he murmurs against Reid's mouth. "They should be thanking us for having the decency to hide in here."