I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Ah, yes, but it will be the best warm water for the time I'm in it," Ronin says with a decadent sigh, more than content to be shut in their soon-to-be steam room while his husband undresses him. (Who wouldn't, honestly?) Helping to shimmy out of his pants while continuing to work at the knot in his shoulder, eventually Ronin requires his hands for balance, steadying himself against Remi to step out of the last of his clothes and leaning in for a quick kiss that's no less passionate for its brevity.
"No trouble that I didn't cause myself," he admits; between swooping down to steal sharks from the shallows and tumbling through the air currents overhead, he'd certainly been a warning in and of himself to anyone who dared approach The Ark. "We spent a little time in the Spillwave, then headed straight south," he continues, ambling into the shower and spending a few blissful moments with his hands pressed to the wall, letting the hot water pound onto his neck and back.
"No trouble that I didn't cause myself," he admits; between swooping down to steal sharks from the shallows and tumbling through the air currents overhead, he'd certainly been a warning in and of himself to anyone who dared approach The Ark. "We spent a little time in the Spillwave, then headed straight south," he continues, ambling into the shower and spending a few blissful moments with his hands pressed to the wall, letting the hot water pound onto his neck and back.
the white knight
