[ His gaze lingers a moment longer before he turns and hurries out of the mess hall. In the corridor, as the doors close on his heels, the anxious forward-slouch of his walk dissolves into a relaxed stride all the way to the turbolift where he heads to Deck-H. The physics lab is his destination, wondering if he's going to be sidestepped yet again before he makes it there.
He wants to turn on his heel and drag Chris into the nearest fancy Starfleet closet to feel the heat of his body, the eagerness of his kisses, his broad shoulders and strong thighs plastered up against Loki again until he doesn't have mere memories to go on.
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[ His gaze lingers a moment longer before he turns and hurries out of the mess hall. In the corridor, as the doors close on his heels, the anxious forward-slouch of his walk dissolves into a relaxed stride all the way to the turbolift where he heads to Deck-H. The physics lab is his destination, wondering if he's going to be sidestepped yet again before he makes it there.
He wants to turn on his heel and drag Chris into the nearest fancy Starfleet closet to feel the heat of his body, the eagerness of his kisses, his broad shoulders and strong thighs plastered up against Loki again until he doesn't have mere memories to go on.
But he keeps walking, serenely. ]