"Would you have ever told me your feelings if I had sat and did nothing?"
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"....I mean no!....I...ah shit." Ben finally opens his eyes and dares to look at Tully who was smiling at him, before screwing them closed again.

"I can only accept your first answer." He says, now reaching forwards to place a hand on Ben's knee. The nervous bounce in his leg which Ben had adopted soon settles at the touch. "Ben, are you ok?"

Ben lets out a defeatist sigh. "I...I feel silly. I...Maybe I should leave."

"Hey..." Tully now raises his hands up to place them on Ben's shoulders. Ben dares to look at Tully once again. "The session isn't quite over. I am going to ask you one more question and this time, you can take your time in answering. Ok?"

Ben nods hurriedly as he braces himself for the last question. It surely couldn't be any worse than what he had confessed already. "Ben, what exactly do you like about me?"

Ben instantly smiles at Tully as he finds a sense of calm in the words. This would be one of the easiest, but possibly lengthy answers he could ever give. "Where do I begin...well...I guess you were an intrigue at first. It fascinated me how you would come in at the same time every day like clockwork and order more or less the same thing. Then I noticed you were alone and the way you always gaze out of the window made me think you were looking for someone. Then I started to notice the little things about you. The thing you do with your napkin when you eat. How you seem so relaxed and chilled out all of the time...and of course your eyes, your skin and your hands....well they're something else..."

His words are halted. Just like that! Not because he had run out of amazing things to say about Tully, but because something was stopping him...a pair of lips. Warm and soft, pressing delicately on his own. He goes wide-eyed with surprise as he tries to get his head around what was happening, with Tully pulling back just enough to look into Ben's eyes.

"Guess what?" Tully says with a warm grin.

"What?" Ben asks with trepidation. Was this still all part of the therapy?

"I like you too Ben." Tully replies with the widest grin gracing his face. That was all Ben needed to push forwards. He takes a hand, cupping Tully's jawline and leans in, this time, letting his eyes slowly close as he feels for those lips, a whisper away.

And there they were. The contact is made, a kiss soft and delicate, as their lips slowly move together in a magical rhythm. Tully tilts his head just a fraction, pulling Ben closer as he weaves his fingers into Ben's dark locks by his nape at the back of his head. It makes the kiss intensify as Ben leans in even more, his tongue wanting to wander into the deepest depths of Tully's warm mouth. It is welcomed with the therapist returning the gesture, with kisses now so deep and intense, they were both on the cusp of losing their senses.

It is Tully who is the first to reluctantly pull away. He pulls both of his lips into his mouth, as if to relish in the flavour of the moment. He removes his hand from the back of Ben's head, with Ben doing the same as he rests his hands back on his knees. "Did you know that glass is also reflective?" Tully says with a contented sigh.

"What do you mean?" Ben asks, with a light chuckle.

Tully reaches forwards and takes Ben's hand in his, with their fingers interlinking as he speaks. "It means, not only could I see the world outside, but I could also see what was going on behind me. You may have been watching me, but I have been watching you sometimes...maybe." Tully wriggles on the cushion like an excitable child.

"You were watching me?" Ben says in amusement. "You sly..."

"Hey, if I didn't, we wouldn't be here would we. I wouldn't have noticed you noticing me." Tully then raises his other hand to join their other hands together. "Would you have ever told me your feelings if I had sat and did nothing?"

Ben looks at their connected hands with a sigh. Tully had a point. "Probably not. You are too clever for your own good."

"And you are far too handsome for me to sit back and watch you suffer." Tully says laughing. "It was painful!"

"Handsome?" Ben says, raising an eyebrow at the compliment.

"Yes handsome, strong, but also shy, a cute innocence."

"Hey, I'm not that innocent." Ben says in his defence.

"Is that so?" Tully says, as he slowly leans up close to Ben's face. He looks deep into Ben's brown eyes and Tully is sure he can see a spark igniting. Then suddenly without warning, Ben leans his weight forwards, hands still connected as Tully falls back onto the cushion he had been sitting on.

Ben holds their connected hands either side of Tully's head as now Tully resides within Ben's human cage on the floor. Ben's eyes wander down Tully's body. Now with the guilt free absence of being found out. The shirt was still exposing bare golden skin. The lace pendant resting comfortably on Tully's collarbone.

Ben leans forward and places delicate kisses on the nape of Tully's neck, making the therapist hum in bliss, before lifting his head up once again and looking Tully in his captivating eyes. "You only know half of me, let me introduce you to the other." Ben utters, making Tully's already large eyes, grow a fraction wider at the words. He swallows hard as Ben once again lowers his head...