Anders didn't resist until after Simon was in his arms, breaking their heated kiss and holding him back by the shoulders. "Wait. Please. I'm sorry, but we-- I can't. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but I just have to go."
He stepped around Simon and made for the door. The courier called after him. "If you really don't think I'll come for you, then you don't know me at all."
Anders stopped, turned, looked at him with something raw and aching in his gaze. "I know every inch of you," Anders whispered reverently. "And please, please, that's why I need you to leave this alone. There was a reason I stopped finding you."
Simon took a step towards him. "Then why did you come tonight? Why were you following me, if you're so done with me?"
Anders made a helpless gesture. "Because I just--" He sighed heavily, raked a hand through his short hair. The sight of it brought a memory of Simon running his own hands through that bristly hair, and shot a lurch of heat straight to his gut. Anders met his eyes. "I guess I just wanted to say goodbye."
Simon moved towards him, and skirted his fingertips up Anders' defined arm. Anders shuddered and grasped his hand. "But I can't. The way I wanted to, I mean-- this is goodbye, right here. This was a sign, I really am supposed to be leaving you alone. Diane was right. I-- I have to go."
He pushed past Simon and through the door, the courier following. "Diane? What does she have to do with this?"
There were noises off in the darkness, making both men turn their heads. As the sounds grew closer, Anders took Simon's face in his hands, those familiar hands that sent sparks skittering across his skin, and kissed him. "I'm sorry," he whispered against Simon's lips. "I'm so sorry. Please just let me go."
He turned and ran, not looking back as Simon called for him to wait. The sounds of people approaching grew closer, and two NCR troopers came into the light, one of them a woman that Simon actually knew by name. They unwittingly stayed his chase, as he explained the disguised Legionnaires, as the troopers told him how two soldiers from their station had in fact gone missing, and the men in these uniforms definitely weren't them. Simon tried to appear like he was still there. Like he wasn't already out of there, crossing the Mojave, searching for Anders.
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He stepped around Simon and made for the door. The courier called after him. "If you really don't think I'll come for you, then you don't know me at all."
Anders stopped, turned, looked at him with something raw and aching in his gaze. "I know every inch of you," Anders whispered reverently. "And please, please, that's why I need you to leave this alone. There was a reason I stopped finding you."
Simon took a step towards him. "Then why did you come tonight? Why were you following me, if you're so done with me?"
Anders made a helpless gesture. "Because I just--" He sighed heavily, raked a hand through his short hair. The sight of it brought a memory of Simon running his own hands through that bristly hair, and shot a lurch of heat straight to his gut. Anders met his eyes. "I guess I just wanted to say goodbye."
Simon moved towards him, and skirted his fingertips up Anders' defined arm. Anders shuddered and grasped his hand. "But I can't. The way I wanted to, I mean-- this is goodbye, right here. This was a sign, I really am supposed to be leaving you alone. Diane was right. I-- I have to go."
He pushed past Simon and through the door, the courier following. "Diane? What does she have to do with this?"
There were noises off in the darkness, making both men turn their heads. As the sounds grew closer, Anders took Simon's face in his hands, those familiar hands that sent sparks skittering across his skin, and kissed him. "I'm sorry," he whispered against Simon's lips. "I'm so sorry. Please just let me go."
He turned and ran, not looking back as Simon called for him to wait. The sounds of people approaching grew closer, and two NCR troopers came into the light, one of them a woman that Simon actually knew by name. They unwittingly stayed his chase, as he explained the disguised Legionnaires, as the troopers told him how two soldiers from their station had in fact gone missing, and the men in these uniforms definitely weren't them. Simon tried to appear like he was still there. Like he wasn't already out of there, crossing the Mojave, searching for Anders.