getting stoned, then kickin' rocks

REMI

all the things we said when we were younger

Remi melts easily beneath Ronin's gentle barrage of kisses, tipping his head back with a soft hum of appreciation as the warmth of the spring and the brush of his husband's lips conspire to ease the ache in his bones. One hand slides lazily up Ronin's back, drawing idle circles against the damp warmth of his skin, his own touch gentle, almost reverent.

"Well," Remi murmurs, voice thick with a fond sort of amusement, "there's no rule that says you can't just ask for the gin." With his free hand, he reaches back to where he's left the bottle safely on the ledge, bringing it close enough that Ronin could easily take a sip if he wishes.

His arm tightens around the Knight, pulling him even closer until there's hardly space between them. "We both did," Remi admits quietly, pressing a tender kiss against Ronin's temple. "Though I swear to all the gods if I see a lily right now, I might just turn my back on it." The words are soft a touch blasphemous, but who cares.

His fingers gently comb through Ronin's dark hair, lingering to cup the back of his neck, thumb brushing softly against the curve of his jaw. "I love you," he whispers, the words low and fervent, as though he might make up for every second they've spent fighting, worrying, surviving.

did it bend or did I break?

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