(It doesn't make sense, Lestat tells him, but the way he maps it out, Louis can follow the logic of it perfectly. Not that these things follow any kind of logic — it would be so much simpler if they did — but for perhaps the first time in his life, Louis can comprehend the appeal, instead of feeling vaguely disconcerted by the premise. His ears feel warm, and the pulse in his wrists make the cuffs of his shirt feel too tight.
But Lestat's last words surprise him, and he's startled by the sudden spike of tenderness he feels amidst his own uncertainty. To hear Lestat admit that he was ever terrified, ever at Louis' mercy in that way... of course Louis knows it now, but hearing it aloud is so different. It makes Louis want to be gentle with him, to protect that vulnerability however he can so he never wounds him again.
Louis leans in to kiss him, hands firm against his chest, searching for the steady beat of his heart. It starts off slow and sweet and chaste, a kiss to thank Lestat for his honesty, but he lingers there, and parts his lips to coax Lestat's tongue into his mouth. His arms have come around Lestat's shoulders again by the time they part, and he doesn't want to pull away; he lingers there, his forehead against Lestat's here in the quiet, private dark. )
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But Lestat's last words surprise him, and he's startled by the sudden spike of tenderness he feels amidst his own uncertainty. To hear Lestat admit that he was ever terrified, ever at Louis' mercy in that way... of course Louis knows it now, but hearing it aloud is so different. It makes Louis want to be gentle with him, to protect that vulnerability however he can so he never wounds him again.
Louis leans in to kiss him, hands firm against his chest, searching for the steady beat of his heart. It starts off slow and sweet and chaste, a kiss to thank Lestat for his honesty, but he lingers there, and parts his lips to coax Lestat's tongue into his mouth. His arms have come around Lestat's shoulders again by the time they part, and he doesn't want to pull away; he lingers there, his forehead against Lestat's here in the quiet, private dark. )
And to know I was thinking of you even then?