Title: The Kiss
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Carl Hickman/Louis Daniel
Fandom: Crossing Lines
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 462
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Carl Hickman or Louis Daniel, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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"Carl." Louis' voice behind him made him turn around, lifting his brows in question. "The guest room is this way. I don't think I have ever really given you a tour of the flat when you were here before, but if you intend to stay here for any length of time --"

"Of course I do," Carl interrupted him with a slight frown. "You're not in any shape to take care of yourself. And I want to make sure you're safe."

Louis opened his mouth to speak, probably to tell him that he didn't need to be protected, and that he wasn't an invalid. Carl had already heard it, and he wasn't going to listen to it again. He wasn't going to let Louis repeat those same words.

And he knew an excellent way to make him stop talking.

Stepping forward, Carl swept Louis into his arms, pulling the other man's slim body close against his own. He felt Louis stiffen, knew that he wanted to pull back -- but, for some reason, he didn't. He merely stood there, tilting his head back to look up at Carl.

Louis' lips were full, moist, slightly parted. Carl was sure that he was going to say something, probably the same words about how he wasn't an invalid, that Carl didn't need to stay here, and that he would call if he needed anything.

Rather than let those words come out, Carl raised one hand to card his fingers through Louis' dark hair before lowering his head and capturing the other man's mouth with his own, taking Louis by surprise with the suddenness of the maneuver.

The kiss fired off every synapse in Carl's body; for a few seconds, all he could think of was moving the two of them to the bedroom, somehow getting them both naked, and plunging deep inside Louis, losing himself in the heat of the other man's body.

But of course, he couldn't. Right now, the kiss was all he could focus on.

Instead, he poured all of the desire and passion he felt for Louis into the kiss, trying to let him know through the intimate contact of lips and tongue just how much he was wanted -- and needed. He didn't need words to show Louis exactly how he felt.

The kiss seemed to go on forever; Carl never wanted it to end. He wanted to stand here with Louis in his arms and their mouths fused together for all of eternity.

When Louis finally broke away form the kiss, his dark eyes were wide, his gaze searching Carl's face. He didn't speak, didn't move; Carl couldn't help wondering what he was thinking. If Louis wanted to be kissed again, he would be only too happy to oblige.

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