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Shane stares at him with those wide, brown doe eyes that liquifies Ilya’s heart. “Ilya is a pretty name.” He says softly. “You’re pretty too.” “Am I?” Ilya laughs lightly. He taps on Shane’s curled up fingers. Understanding Ilya’s intentions, Shane opens his palm up, letting Ilya guide it up to his face. Ilya lets go when Shane’s fingers are just shy of contact, dealer’s choice. Shane hesitates for a moment before deciding to cup Ilya’s cheek. “Mhm. Pretty eyes.” Shane says woozily, fingers gingerly tracing over Ilya’s features in a way that prompts Ilya to press into his husband’s palm even further. or the doped-up shane fic no one asked for
- Part 1 of vignettes in time
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The elevator doors dinged open as soon as he pressed the button—the first blessing of the night. Ilya stepped inside, pushed the button for his floor and leaned back against the mirror- covered wall. He pulled out his phone and if he checked his messages it wasn’t because he wanted to see if “Jane” had finally broken his silence; no. It was because— A second before the doors closed, a hand darted through between them, forcing them to hiccup to a stop and slide open again. Ilya rolled his eyes. He really didn’t feel like sharing this one moment of silence he’d earned so he put on the sourest face he could muster to signal his true and honest feelings on any sort of interaction that may be forced upon him. And that’s the look that Shane fucking Hollander got to see as soon as the doors opened again.
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