RONIN
”And I will let you,” Ronin said, just as unsure about what Remi was implying as he was about what he had just agreed to. They’d find out, he supposed. Smiling dozily as Remi scooted closer, the Alchemist ending up with his head tucked under Ronin’s chin, the Star dutifully continued to deliver touches and fuss. His hand drifted in slow circles, fingers stroking up the length of Remi’s back until they could slip into his curls, Ronin sighing and considering drifting back off to sleep.
Because there was definitely no blood to wash off, no unexpected calls to consider, no chance of immediate danger or demise. And Ronin lived for it. It was only his husband’s demand that stopped him from losing another hour to a nap, and he slowly began to stretch out in bed. ”Pancakes, then. Did you want breakfast in bed, or are we both going to the kitchen on this adventure?”
Because there was definitely no blood to wash off, no unexpected calls to consider, no chance of immediate danger or demise. And Ronin lived for it. It was only his husband’s demand that stopped him from losing another hour to a nap, and he slowly began to stretch out in bed. ”Pancakes, then. Did you want breakfast in bed, or are we both going to the kitchen on this adventure?”
