Ash had no idea how to respond after Ross kissed him. The part of him that still resented getting dumped for not having the leeway to come out when Ross wanted him to, had a few ideas of what to do. They involved shouting, maybe a good hard shove. Ash didn’t listen to that part of him, because Porthos would probably get defensive of him and dogs that bit cops didn’t have happy endings.
There was another side of him, too. That side wanted to grab Ross, latch on, and make him finish what he’d started. Ross had always known how to heat Ash up, how to take him from zero to a hundred with the shortest time in between. That much hadn’t changed. If Ash were shipping out again when all of this was over, he might follow that instinct. He might well run his hands through Ross’ dark hair, lick into
