[Oh, well—alright. Now Jacob is close, probably too close for manners and propriety and other things that matter to other people. Ned purses his lips, gaze sliding away from Jacob's face for a moment like he's really thinking about this question. He is, actually, but not for as long as he pretends. That American Whiskey sure is excellent.]
I thought I told you this isn't a business meeting. [Not that it was supposed to be more than drinks and some flirting, but here they are. Ned snaps his gaze back to Jacob's eyes and grabs a handful of his shirt collar, pausing one last split second to consider and decide to hell with it and pull him down to kiss him hard.
He's not delicate about it, no matter what he looks like. This kiss gets the point across, he thinks, and he lets go and breaks away from Jacob much sooner than he really wants to because there's always that chance Jacob will not respond well.
But there. That's out in the open where everyone present can talk about it now.]
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I thought I told you this isn't a business meeting. [Not that it was supposed to be more than drinks and some flirting, but here they are. Ned snaps his gaze back to Jacob's eyes and grabs a handful of his shirt collar, pausing one last split second to consider and decide to hell with it and pull him down to kiss him hard.
He's not delicate about it, no matter what he looks like. This kiss gets the point across, he thinks, and he lets go and breaks away from Jacob much sooner than he really wants to because there's always that chance Jacob will not respond well.
But there. That's out in the open where everyone present can talk about it now.]