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Sasha was breathing heavily, but he grinned back at Nathan. Their positions should have meant that Sasha was at thedisadvantage, but Nathan should have realized that a mirrored smirk couldn’t mean anything good for him.
Rolling back onto his shoulders, Sasha grabbed Nathan's wrists, pressed his feet to Nathan's chest and swung down, flipping Nathan over to land on his back. Nathan gasped at how the wind was knocked from him, unable to roll to the side before Sasha twisted around, lifted up into a handstand, and tumbled end over end to land straddled on Nathan’s hips.
“Jesus Christ!” Nathan called to the ceiling. He hadn’t expected Sasha to be quite that nimble and acrobatic about things. He had only anticipated the strength.
“Nope,” Sasha said, smiling down at Nathan in triumph. “Just your friendly neighborhood incubus. But you knew that when you got yourself into this, so you really shouldn’t complain.”
Nathan took in a few labored breaths. Sasha had managed to soften the blow when he landed, of that Nathan was certain since he could still breathe, but that didn’t mean a grown man hadn’t just landed on a particularly sensitive area.
“I’m not complaining…only my balls are,” Nathan grimaced.
“Oh? I’ll have to make it up to them some time then,” Sasha said.
“Funny. Now do you mind letting me up? You win, okay?”
“Really?” Sasha looked a little too pleased, and Nathan didn’t miss that the incubus’ legs locked a little tighter around his hips. “Well if I win then I think I’m the one making the decisions here.”
“Uhh…Sasha…”
“Maybe I’m thinking of staying right where I am,” Sasha went on, holding Nathan down by the shoulders. “Maybe I’m tired of waiting for you.”
That tone of voice, the low growl to it, as if Sasha was in his incubus form even though his eyes were blue, made Nathansuddenly very aware of how much trouble he would be in if Sasha actually wanted to hurt him.
But Sasha pulled back, looking more hurt than angry. “It’s been weeks," he said, "and this, right now, is the first time you’ve really looked at me since that night. What do you want from me, Nathan? I thought I knew, thought I understood the signs you were giving me. If you wanted me to back off then why the hell did you let me kiss you?”
Words died on Nathan’s tongue. He had no excuses.
Growling in frustration, Sasha started to get up.
“Don’t,” Nathan said, catching Sasha’s arms so quickly and so tight, he almost thought it was enough to hurt the incubus by the sound of his gasp. There were so many things Nathan wanted to say, but he only managed a choked, “Give me more time,” and then felt like such a coward for the whole damn situation.
“More time?” Sasha repeated. “More time for you to convince yourself you don’t want me, you mean. I can only take so much, Nathan. I may not be human but that doesn’t mean this doesn’t hurt.”
“I know that. And I know you can feel everything I feel. I know I’ve been an asshole, I just…I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“This may surprise you, but neither do I.” Sasha's eyes softened and he let out a slow, shuddering sigh. “I can do slow, Nathan. If you need slow, I can do that, but only so much. I can’t change that I need to feed. I hate it, but I can’t change it. I didn’t want things to have to happen like that last night.”
“Me either,” Nathan admitted. He was fully aware of their intimate position, and realized he didn't really mind. “I think, maybe…I can do slow too. And not the kind of slow I’ve been doing the past couple of weeks, but actually…trying.” He looked up at the smile growing above him and quickly added, “But it has to be like grandma driving on Sunday afternoon slow for at least a few days, okay, because this…this is…"
“Kind of scary. I know. For me too, Nathan. But it doesn’t have to be…”
Nathan knew it was coming, knew before Sasha started leaning down farther, lips parted just slightly and eyes closing. Like that night in Sasha’s motel room, Nathan let the kiss happen, let Sasha kiss him deep and press his body into the floor. He loved kissing Sasha; no amount of denial or blaming other factors could keep Nathan from admitting that anymore.
Within the kiss, intimately locked together, Sasha’s hips gave a sudden jerk against Nathan’s and they broke apart with mutually sharp gasps.
“Okay…that’snot slow,” Nathan said.
“Sorry,” Sasha said, “it’s just…having you in this position…” He bit his lip and his cheeks flushed with color.
“Let me up.”
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"
“You’re crushing me,” Nathan explained, “and I just know that any minute now some middle-aged woman is going to come waddling through that door. So…can you please?”
Sasha smiled sheepishly down at Nathan, but complied, getting up and holding out a hand for Nathan to take.
“Déjà vu.”
