and on to the glory at my right hand
"Hobbled and mundane, hm?" Ronin says with a sweet smile delivered through further kisses against the corner of Remi's mouth and his chin. "Like two guys meeting on the beach? Or having drinks together? Or training soldiers and making fireworks to use as props?" The surge of love that accompanies his words surprises even Ronin with his warmth and strength, and his stomach flops with butterflies that he can't imagine will ever go away.
"I think hobbled and mundane with you sounds wonderful. And I would need you just as much, so don't flatter me," he says, delivering a final kiss to the alchemist's lips before flopping back into the snow again, waiting for the feeling to return to his legs as he strums his fingers down the length of Remi's spine and against his wing joints.
Unable not to chuckle at the sudden swerve in conversation, though Ronin understands how Remi got there, the Huntsman nods his agreement. "I'll be on hand with an ice pack for you," he promises.
"I think hobbled and mundane with you sounds wonderful. And I would need you just as much, so don't flatter me," he says, delivering a final kiss to the alchemist's lips before flopping back into the snow again, waiting for the feeling to return to his legs as he strums his fingers down the length of Remi's spine and against his wing joints.
Unable not to chuckle at the sudden swerve in conversation, though Ronin understands how Remi got there, the Huntsman nods his agreement. "I'll be on hand with an ice pack for you," he promises.
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