darker_london | (Reply)

Quinn had said exactly what Flynn needed to hear. And everything about him, his movements, his voice...all of it was stirring up old memories and feelings long since dormant. The walls he'd built up around his heart were falling away more quickly than he ever would have bargained for. He smiled at Quinn and he licked his lips. He remembered kissing. The first time he'd kissed Quinn, Quinn had been eating a candy cane, and he'd tasted of peppermint. And now every time Flynn tasted peppermint, it reminded him of that first kiss. The butterflies he'd felt in his stomach, and the quickening of his heartbeat. All of it, and he felt that now as he leaned ever closer to Quinn and caught Quinn's lips with his own.

And then they were kissing. And Flynn wrapped his arms around Quinn, and Quinn's fingers found their way in to Flynn's hair, and it wasn't about who was taking care of who anymore. They were taking care of each other. And that was how they both wanted it to be.