Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

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[Teddy darts his eyes up, looking at Billy through his bangs. So he... feels that way too?

Really, that's the most he ought to hope for. They have... strong feelings, yes, but what Teddy himself is feeling? Maybe if they work at it, it could turn into something more; he just isn't sure.

But what if they're just a step away from something that could be wonderful?

Teddy steels himself, takes in a deep breath, and looks down at their hands, where he gives Billy's a gentle squeeze.]

I've pretty much... had... [...] Y-You don't have to say anything. You can leave if you want to. But... [He'll just say it in a rush - ] I've had the most massive crush on you for the past few days.

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[Billy inhales sharply at that, eyes widening once more, and for a long moment he does nothing but stare, holding his breath. Massive crush. Massive crush? Even when he thought- when he assumed he was straight- all this time? Teddy's just as hopeless and pathetic and pining for this as he is, apparently- if all the sketches in his book are to be believed? Which they should be, because even if he can't remember drawing them or even how to draw, they've got his signature so it's totally his, and oh god he's left Teddy hanging, hasn't he?

He tries to speak, tries to say something coherent and charming and maybe even romantic, something that might echo Teddy's awkwardly adorable confession, but all he manages, in a rushed, quiet exhale of that held breath, is once again-]

Oh, good-

[And he uses their joined hands to pull Teddy closer, impulsive, doing that thing he'd really wanted to do earlier but couldn't figure out what until now: press his lips urgently against the blond's.]

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[The silence was all too long - It was probably just a moment but it felt like forever to Teddy.

IDIOT. It's the first thing that flashed through his head the moment his stupid confession left his mouth. Now he made things awkward, now they can't talk to each other like they used to without those words hanging in the air, now things won't... be the same. Teddy would take all those words back if it meant keeping Billy as such a close friend, and -

Wait - The words make Teddy look up at Billy fully.]

Go - ?

[It's all Teddy manages to get out until Billy kisses him.

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Oh my God. Billy's kissing him.

For a moment, Teddy just stares wide-eyed and takes in a sharp breath through his nose. He's getting kissed. He's getting kissed by his massive crush. Getting kissed by your massive crush means they most likely return that massive crush. Which means Billy has something like that for Teddy.

Billy, this amazing person he's come to know as much as he could, is kissing him.

The utter relief and joy and something else that's warm and familiar bursts in his chest and makes it feel like fireworks just went off in the sky and everything in the world except for them is on fire, all at the same time, and it makes Teddy shut his eyes and lean urgently into the kiss. There's nothing, nothing except Billy right now.]

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[There's something about the way Teddy leans in to meet him, something about his body language, the urgency of it, the way their hands cling to one another, the way their lips meld like they were meant to be joined. Something in the noise that the kiss draws out of him: muffled, eager, pleasantly surprised. Something in the way his entire body just seems so suddenly open to the idea of being touched, held, kissed by the boy in front of him.

Something about all of that makes Billy think, in the small part of his brain that isn't occupied by thoughts of Teddy, Teddy, kissing Teddy, holding Teddy, that what's happening is a thing that he's done before. Often. Happily.

And since he'd exhaled before the kiss, it isn't long before he has to withdraw, drawing in a breath barely an inch away from Teddy, needing air so badly he's almost gasping. Between breaths, he can only muster the air to say one thing.]

I think I know why we woke up together, that first morning.

['Screwed each other stupid' doesn't seem like such a silly theory anymore. Not when his eyes are drawn to Teddy's lips, really wanting to kiss them again.]

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[The kiss is over pretty quick, but it left Teddy with such tremendous amount of thoughts and feelings that it seemed to last for much longer.

It was just... Beyond completely amazing, it was also completely natural. It wasn't just thinking that he'd kissed someone before, it was the fact that it was Billy, like they'd done this kind of thing so many times before, so much that his own heart and body remembers what his mind can't.

So when they break away, Teddy loosens one of their hands so that he can rest his palm against Billy's cheek. He'd taken a breath before the kiss, sure, but these thoughts in his head, the emotions in his chest, everything is making him draw in air almost as desperately as Billy.]

I think I might know too.

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[Billy tilts his head to rest comfortably against Teddy's hand, lifting his own to hold it there, his eyes closing for a moment. It was warm and soft, not at all like the thick, leathery scales from before. He thinks about those hands touching him- the way they'd held him in bed before they both had woken up all the way, arms around his body, cozy, comfortable, safe.

There it was. That's the word that encompasses everything he's feeling right now. With Teddy, he feels safe. Safe to be himself, to be free with his words, to be touched. What he'd felt back then is the same as what he's feeling now; all he's missing are the memories to fully justify that feeling.

This is good. This is right. He leans in for another kiss, with air this time, not caring about where they are or what they're doing or whether or not they should. It's what he wants, and that's what matters.]

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[I love you.

It's the first thing that flashes through Teddy's mind when Billy kisses him again, and why not? If what the two of them think is correct, then they were likely together before this whole memory wipe started. And now they found each other again, even without knowing who the other was.

There has to be something powerful there for that to happen.

Teddy slides his hand from Billy's cheek to his hair, where he tangles his fingers in the strands and keeps him close. He feels utterly at ease, despite his heart thumping in his chest. It's safe, with Billy. Teddy might be a shapeshifter with the ability to change into anything, even something hideous like earlier, but Billy still liked him all the same. Teddy is weird and a geek and a little quiet, but Billy still liked him.

It's amazing, finding someone who loves you for everything that you are and everything that you aren't and everything that you can be. And, just like Billy, Teddy could care less where they are of what people think or just what's going on. This is right.

But after a moment, Teddy does break the kiss, if only for much needed air, and he presses his forehead against Billy's, slightly out of breath again.]

Should we... get back to the apartment? [If only because YEAH, they are out in the open and it'd be much better to do this sort of thing in private.]

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I'm thinking yeah.

[Billy releases a bit of breathless laughter, warm against Teddy's lips. He doesn't want to move, he's so comfortable right now, but they really need to go.]

You're kind of a mess, you need to get cleaned up.

[His hand slides over to Teddy's shoulders, noting the ripped clothes, the bloodstains, even though, rather miraculously, the wounds are healed. It takes a tremendous amount of effort, but he finally manages to force himself back, rising to his feet and offering his hand out to Teddy to help him up as well, even if he's strong enough not to need it. He just really likes the idea of walking hand in hand right now, blood be damned. They're happy, so who cares what they look like right now?]