RONIN
"And you know he will do most of the hard work. We can get you a new rocking chair and set it up on the deck while he tends to all the plants," Ronin suggests with a grin. Despite having just literally been a cape of feather and flame, the warmth against his side where Remi presses himself is enough to almost steal his breath, his eyes slipping shut as their lips meet.
"I think it's because we're doing it for our family as well as ourselves this time," the Nova says, the admission mumbled into the kiss as if it might seem less damning there. Straightening reluctantly away from the side of the boat and drawing Remi with him, Ronin lets presses another kiss against his husband's jawline, and yet another to his forehead. "And I love you," he whispers.
"Do you want to get a drink at the Hanged Man? Or go straight to bed?" Or have the equivalent of a bath in the sea first, should the Lullaby insist.
"I think it's because we're doing it for our family as well as ourselves this time," the Nova says, the admission mumbled into the kiss as if it might seem less damning there. Straightening reluctantly away from the side of the boat and drawing Remi with him, Ronin lets presses another kiss against his husband's jawline, and yet another to his forehead. "And I love you," he whispers.
"Do you want to get a drink at the Hanged Man? Or go straight to bed?" Or have the equivalent of a bath in the sea first, should the Lullaby insist.
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