there is always hope
"That's very interesting. My husband seems to have a thing for... me, I suppose. The more of me, the better." He grins, accepting the slow-clap as the most he'll receive in terms of praise. And he gasps as he remembers that he has, in fact, promised Remi kisses for the boo-boo obtained in service of the Wicker Woman mission, and he sweeps forward to deliver.
Very content to be drawn as close as Remi likes, Ronin lavishes kisses all along his husband's jawline and up behind his ear, where he can press his lips against his curls. Gentle hands slip into the back of his hair to find the bump to the head, and he tuts to Remi, like the blow he's received wouldn't floor an ordinary man. "Poor love," he coos, his smile charming and indulgent, and he glances back to the tree as if she's nothing more than an annoyance by now.
Very content to be drawn as close as Remi likes, Ronin lavishes kisses all along his husband's jawline and up behind his ear, where he can press his lips against his curls. Gentle hands slip into the back of his hair to find the bump to the head, and he tuts to Remi, like the blow he's received wouldn't floor an ordinary man. "Poor love," he coos, his smile charming and indulgent, and he glances back to the tree as if she's nothing more than an annoyance by now.
