vivid fantasies. [a devereux]

synopsis: au where A and the hunter hide in a storage closet during a mission.

“In here,” A hisses. Without thinking, they pull you inside a dark closet and shut the door quickly behind them, barely managing to stop themself from tripping over the various clutter on the floor.

They hold their breath and, for a moment, everything is silent.

Pressing their ear against the door, A listens for any sign that you've been caught. The two of you will be in so much shit if you're caught. A set of footsteps near. Pause. Their heart nearly stops beating, thinking the person will open the door to catch their two culprits right there, but then the footsteps pass over.

A sinks down in relief. “I think we’re safe."

“Oh, good." Your words are breathy and it’s only then that A figures out why.

They hadn’t realized what they were doing when they pulled you in here. It was a matter of securing safety and protecting the mission. And it's still that… except. Except you're too close now. The room is too small, it's suddenly too hot.

If things were different, maybe this would be an excuse to make out. The thought sends a wave of butterflies down to A's toes, a mixture of both desire and fear. Because while some part of them may fantasize, the other part wants to leave. Run down the hallway as far away from you as they can.

Because when you manage to leave the closet, all you’ll see is the bright pink flush on their face. The dilated pupils and the bob of their throat when they try to act normal.

This cannot be how you find out.

If A ever does confess—when A confesses—it'll be on their own terms. It'll be the words coming out of their mouth like a fountain that sprung a leak. It'll be them nervous and closing their eyes shut, waiting for a response.

They don't want it to be something you figure out and ask them, putting them on the spot. They're nervous about this enough. That'll do nothing but put more pressure on them.

A's eyes are beginning to adjust to the dark. Another wave of desire tumbles through them. Fuck. They’ll regret it when it’s all over, when you look at them with wide eyes and say that you don’t like them like that, but they can only hope.

An accidental brush of a hand, a fall into you, a turn of the head until your lips connect and then you’re kissing.

Perhaps you’ll pull away at first in surprise, and A will immediately backtrack and apologize for the damage done, but in their most vivid fantasies, you’ll pull them back in for a second round and you’ll be making out. Panting. Gasping for air in between biting down on lips and touching tongues.

One hand will be on your face, the other on your waist. They’ll find pleasure in those touches, but nothing will compare to the feeling of your hands roaming their skin. Of—

“Should we go?” you ask.

A breaks out of their daydream, not even realizing they had fallen into one. Even more so, they didn't realize how much they wanted to stay here until you suggested leaving. Just a little longer in here is all they want. Just a little more time being confined in a space here with you, the only person they’d wish that for.

“What if they come back?”

You shake your head. “I think they’re gone. We should try and leave before they come back.”

“Right.”

A reaches for the door handle and, with agony, opens it. A crack of light spills through and they can only hope that you gauge nothing from their attempt at an  'everything is perfectly fine' expression as they turn around after checking down the hallway.

“The coast is clear,” A announces. Swallowing hard, they step outside and leave the closet behind. So much for that.