R O N I N
A broken and decrepit little house it might be for the time being, but the warmth of the fire and the sound of their laughter to fill it, Ronin could easily see the home it might well become in the future. He held Vanya close, his eyes closing at the feel of her lips against the side of his neck, his hands gliding gently over her. He couldn't get enough of her touch, epecially now more than ever, and as she glanced around the werelight of the room he pressed his lips to her cheek, still smiling.
As she glanced up at him he arched an eyebrow curiously, his hands drifting to sit on her hips now, and when she spoke her request he couldn't help but laugh again, leaning in to kiss her sweetly on the lips. "Shoes? You've become a right princess since we got here," he chided playfully. "Shoes you want? Shoes you shall have, even if I have to give you my own." He winked. "For now though, I regret that I will have to leave you by this fire so I can make this place a little more habitable before we sleep."
