RONIN
the white knight
"Well, drat," Ronin says almost under his breath, chuckling as he adds the finishing touches to their tuna and fresh salad. "Sweaters with our faces on them - next time, I promise." Grinning and turning to lean against the counter just in time for Remi to reveal his gift, the Knight's expression softens as he watches his husband's skilled fingers dance over the thick fabric, the silvery stitching of the kraken making it clear to whom it belongs.
Having expected some dry quip to begin with - it's Remi's way, after all - Ronin scoffs and shrugs his shoulders. "A guy gets cold when his husband keeps stealing all his warmest clothes to go out and sink ships," he drawls before the smile returns to his lips. "I'm glad you like it."
Before he can say anything further, of course, Remi is closing in on him and Ronin abandons the drink he'd been reaching for to catch the Bastion instead. And his kiss might be unhurried and deliberate in its steadfast affection, but it still has heat beginning to curl low in the pit of the Knight's stomach, and it's only the presence of the coat that stops him from drawing the other man flush against him.
"I didn't get it with the expectation of anything in return," he says softly. "But yes, I fully expect retribution. Here, let me help you try it on." Reaching for the harment still folded over Remi's arm, Ronin will unfurl it and hold it up for the Bastion to shrug his arms into the sleeves. "It won't do if I've ordered it in the wrong size, after all. You might not think me quite as thoughtful."
Having expected some dry quip to begin with - it's Remi's way, after all - Ronin scoffs and shrugs his shoulders. "A guy gets cold when his husband keeps stealing all his warmest clothes to go out and sink ships," he drawls before the smile returns to his lips. "I'm glad you like it."
Before he can say anything further, of course, Remi is closing in on him and Ronin abandons the drink he'd been reaching for to catch the Bastion instead. And his kiss might be unhurried and deliberate in its steadfast affection, but it still has heat beginning to curl low in the pit of the Knight's stomach, and it's only the presence of the coat that stops him from drawing the other man flush against him.
"I didn't get it with the expectation of anything in return," he says softly. "But yes, I fully expect retribution. Here, let me help you try it on." Reaching for the harment still folded over Remi's arm, Ronin will unfurl it and hold it up for the Bastion to shrug his arms into the sleeves. "It won't do if I've ordered it in the wrong size, after all. You might not think me quite as thoughtful."
