Time stands still around them as they dance, pressed close and moving around the great cabin. A playful turn here, a snort when they round to a part of the room they haven't been before. All of it isolated, the world outside quiet, and he can do nothing but focus on Francis Crozier. No matter where they go after this, when the ship has docked and the expedition over - this moment will feed his soul for a long, long time.
He doesn't want the dancing to end. Doesn't want anything about this nearness and affection to end, even when the ship docks however long from now. Not ready to leave, Jopson guides them to the bench as their dancing slows, coming to an easy, natural end. Easy to lean into the kiss, to prolong this moment as long as he can until they part.
There's a brief fumbling of hands, smoothing palms over Crozier's jacket, his chest, wanting to keep contact even as he sits on the bench, hands falling, reaching for the captain's.
"Will you kiss me again, Captain?" Perhaps too cheeky in the soft afterglow of their dancing. "Or at the very least, sit with me?"
Anything to hold onto this moment a little longer, to sate the warm thing he knows is happiness, and the hunger that lies beneath it.
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He doesn't want the dancing to end. Doesn't want anything about this nearness and affection to end, even when the ship docks however long from now. Not ready to leave, Jopson guides them to the bench as their dancing slows, coming to an easy, natural end. Easy to lean into the kiss, to prolong this moment as long as he can until they part.
There's a brief fumbling of hands, smoothing palms over Crozier's jacket, his chest, wanting to keep contact even as he sits on the bench, hands falling, reaching for the captain's.
"Will you kiss me again, Captain?" Perhaps too cheeky in the soft afterglow of their dancing. "Or at the very least, sit with me?"
Anything to hold onto this moment a little longer, to sate the warm thing he knows is happiness, and the hunger that lies beneath it.