[Being in Winston's arms again feels like heaven, and he practically melts into the touch, comparatively soft to his own too-tight grip, his hands digging into Winston's back as Venkman finally has concrete proof that the past few days haven't been a fever dream, that Winston is truly here.
And the breath on his neck, and the kisses- those definitely help with that, and he hums softly, before reaching up to gently tilt Winston's face up.
For a moment, Venkman just stares at him. And the genuine, open adoration on his face might come as a slight surprise, as it's a rare expression for him- at least, outside of the firehouse. Winston won't have much time to dwell on it, of course, as Venkman leans forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to his lips that's slightly more on the side of desperate than Winston's used to- aside from the occasional "oh fuck we almost died" post-bust kisses. Though much like Venkman's expression, those are usually reserved for when they're back in the firehouse. This clearly isn't the firehouse.
Venkman probably should've warned Winston of a few things first.]
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And the breath on his neck, and the kisses- those definitely help with that, and he hums softly, before reaching up to gently tilt Winston's face up.
For a moment, Venkman just stares at him. And the genuine, open adoration on his face might come as a slight surprise, as it's a rare expression for him- at least, outside of the firehouse. Winston won't have much time to dwell on it, of course, as Venkman leans forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to his lips that's slightly more on the side of desperate than Winston's used to- aside from the occasional "oh fuck we almost died" post-bust kisses. Though much like Venkman's expression, those are usually reserved for when they're back in the firehouse. This clearly isn't the firehouse.
Venkman probably should've warned Winston of a few things first.]