actin' like a winner for you

please just don't forget me Beaming now, and mostly because he's just pleased that he's been able to recite the limerick without ruining it, Ronin's lips part to reply to his husband, only for the words to be stolen by a kiss. Moaning softly into Remi's mouth, his fingers clasp more tightly around the other man's waist in a gesture that's entirely involuntary. And the Lullaby is correct - he can indeed feel the reason why they can't make a swift exit - and things are only getting harder. (Heh). Shivering a little as they part, the thread of Remi's sadness just about snagging on Ronin's bones, he forces a long sigh and tilts his head to rest it against the other man's. "We have a free evening tonight," he informs him happily. "I was going to see if I could get us reservations to do to dinner. Maybe we can even dress like we're on a date." Surprising, he knows.