wonder what's next

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "I will insist on it," Ronin informs his husband, regarding being reminded. "I have been getting quite forgetful in my old age, so I'll need you to tell me quite often. With kisses," he adds, before he's sinking into one such kiss, letting warm fingers draw gentle lines down the length of Remi's back. When they part at last and the other man turns his attention to Ronin's neck and chest, the Huntsman relaxes back into the couch. And a very dark smile curls across his face at the suggestion, Ronin nodding. "Great minds think alike. I was actually going to go to the Celestine in a couple of days to ask about something like that," he says. "So do I wait for them to touch base with us, or shall I be the one to open negotiations?"