Saint flirts outrageously onstage. It’s not the same way it was on the show, when he was in character. That flirting was scripted. That flirting had pacing, and blocking, and retakes.
This flirting is very different from that. Saint’s constantly drifting into Zee’s space, close to him, brushing his fingers down his arm, looking at him with his head tilted down, his hot gaze coming up through his eyelashes – similar to how he’d do it when in character as Tutor, but intensely more than that.
It’s making Zee sweat.
Excuse me while I die from the sheer hotness that is this fic. It’s just so full of desperation and sexy, sexy smut… *fans self*