"Quite a lot of free time, in the void," he says, though his voice is distracted, to say the least. His gaze lowering as Tom's fingers start to work at his tie. "I tried to keep active."
Though it feels silly to say, even as it leaves his mouth. But the filmmaker is doing a very good job of throwing him off, between the compliment and those busy fingers. His own hand creeps up Tom's leg a little, settling more on his thigh than his knee.
Tom's feeling pretty proud of himself. He's finally got the curious scientist to stop asking questions, and that hand up his thigh is divine. He takes a long drag of his cigarette.
"Oh, it worked," he assures. The barely lit cigarette is placed on a brown glass ashtray, right next to his half a cocktail, and Tom pulls the final knot to loosen the entire bowtie.
"It worked very well. You look stunning."
Zane shifts, sliding his leg easily over Darling as he sits, straddling the scientists' lap and letting his long fingers run through the other's short hair. He's wanted to do that for a while.
Oh. Darling's next exhale is a little shaky, his hands finding Tom's waist underneath the suit jacket. Fingers sliding along the waist of his leather pants. Nervous, but eager.
"Stunning?" he asks, with a shy sort of laugh. "I don't think I've ever been called stunning before." Tom is ethereal, the makeup around his eyes only making them seem more blue.
"Because you're used to being around people that don't appreciate you," Zane brings his hand down, from the other's shot hair, along his jaw, down to that bowtie he's undone. He gently pulls the fabric and tosses the whole thing behind him, easing him out of his fancy little labcoat as well while he talks. His hips angle themselves appropriately, a pleased hum as the other grabs at his waist. It's nice.
"You, or aesthetic. But science and art are very closely linked." He inhales.
"The golden -- ? Ah, yes." His tone is... distracted, to say the least, as Zane's fingers move over his face, those clever hands pushing his labcoat down his arms. Darling moves with it, inhaling sharply as his movement to get the coat off inadvertently shifts his hips up as Zane's hips tilt down and this is going a bit quicker than he had intended.
But he doesn't pull away.
"I'm very, uh, familiar with the Fibonacci sequence. I've seen a few lectures, presentations, applying the ratio to various paintings. Statues, sometimes."
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Though it feels silly to say, even as it leaves his mouth. But the filmmaker is doing a very good job of throwing him off, between the compliment and those busy fingers. His own hand creeps up Tom's leg a little, settling more on his thigh than his knee.
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"Oh, it worked," he assures. The barely lit cigarette is placed on a brown glass ashtray, right next to his half a cocktail, and Tom pulls the final knot to loosen the entire bowtie.
"It worked very well. You look stunning."
Zane shifts, sliding his leg easily over Darling as he sits, straddling the scientists' lap and letting his long fingers run through the other's short hair. He's wanted to do that for a while.
"We can set to work after we celebrate, hmmm?"
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"Stunning?" he asks, with a shy sort of laugh. "I don't think I've ever been called stunning before." Tom is ethereal, the makeup around his eyes only making them seem more blue.
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"You, or aesthetic. But science and art are very closely linked." He inhales.
"Do you know about the golden spiral?
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But he doesn't pull away.
"I'm very, uh, familiar with the Fibonacci sequence. I've seen a few lectures, presentations, applying the ratio to various paintings. Statues, sometimes."