there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
His fingers splay through the spaces created by Remi's hand, and though it's vague and sleepy and somewhat squashed by the pillow, a smile does begin to curl across Ronins lips. He doesn't even have it in him to playfully complain about coming around to wakefulness; while much of their relationship has been built (and survives) on the ability to make light of the grotesque and unfair, this morning Ronin has nothing to complain about at all.
Eventually - and very much assisted by the slow dance of warm lips across his skin, the Huntman's head tilts back, as if to try and sneak a glimpse of the man doing the kissing. His eyes are little more than blue slits masked by a mop of dark hair, but the smile is fully visible by now. "This must be a dream," he says, his voice soft enough to almost be a whisper. "There's no way I'm waking up in bed with someone as handsome as you."
Eventually - and very much assisted by the slow dance of warm lips across his skin, the Huntman's head tilts back, as if to try and sneak a glimpse of the man doing the kissing. His eyes are little more than blue slits masked by a mop of dark hair, but the smile is fully visible by now. "This must be a dream," he says, his voice soft enough to almost be a whisper. "There's no way I'm waking up in bed with someone as handsome as you."
RONIN
