<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Atomic Density of Sealing Wax"</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/rankin-hunger-magazine.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Antonie Jepson<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 21<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Hallway, Gottwald Center of Sciences | 9/2/16 3:43PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elijah Montero  <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Tonie’s eyes widened as Eli moved in, his head sliding back on his neck just a fraction. As soon as his brain registered the move, Tonie checked it, but the move itself had been instinctual. People just didn’t…touch Tonie. He was too awkward for them. To isolated. Not even his parents were demonstrative. Swift and almost startled Tonie's eye’s cut down over his chin to take in the side Eli’s head so close it filled his vision. Tonie noted that the curl of Eli’s ear peeked through the hair that looked super soft and tousled. He had the most absurd urge to let his tongue trace it.<br/><br/>Tonie's lips fell open, his chest rising and falling with the panting breaths escaping him. They buffeted against Eli's cheek and fanned back to warm his own lips. His fingers tightened on Eli’s. The move was uncontrollable, reflexive, as the other man started to pull back. <em>Wait!</em> the only thing echoing through his head.<br/><br/>Where were all the random facts he used to protect himself? The removed curiosity that usually kept him safely above personal interactions? They’d all seemed to desert him. If  MacCailín could only see him now. A slight negative shake pulled at his muscles. No. There would be trouble if MacCailín caught him out at something like this. Only...he couldn't remember what was so wrong. Because it all certainly <em>felt</em> right. Now Tonie was caught, captured, imprisoned. The only thing filling his vision and thoughts became the dark eyes looking heatedly into his. The sweeping arch of lashes that framed them at half mast.<br/><br/>Tonie’s body moved without his consent, his tongue flickering out to dampen his lower lip as he gave a yank on the hand still clasped between them. The move pulled Eli off the center of his gravity and he swayed as Tonie leaned. <br/><br/>Being taller, the move should have been awkward, there should have been an uncomfortable crouch. But Tonie’s body was fluid and deftly body conformed to his unconscious wishes, his lips finding Eli's. His tongue skated out to give Eli’s upper lip just a taste, Tonie’s breath whispering across Eli’s before he sealed their lips.<br/><br/>Good God the man tasted divine. A little sweet like he’d had dessert with lunch but also bold and masculine. A small groan slipped up Tonie’s throat and vibrated their lips as he canted his head slightly, seeking a closer connection. The world around him, with all its scientific facts and new discoveries, faded away. There was nothing but the heat of Eli, the taste of him. The <em>feel</em> of him.</span></span><br/>