"I'm very glad to hear you say that," Fox says without any hint of amusement, grinning and accepting his coffee back as Kia goes to fetch it. He's just taken a grateful sip of it when she reaches for his cheek, and Fox melts into the cradle of her fingers as if it's the first time anyone has ever touched him. Their lips meet and he's suddenly warm all over, despite his numb toes and heavy clothes.
"We absolutely do deserve it," he agrees, the words murmured sweetly against her lips, and Fox parts from her just enough to lead them back into the cottage. He's able to shed his coat and boots, hanging up the former and standing the latter on a rack to dry, before padding into the kitchen with rain dripping from his dark hair, clothes sodden and muddy even with the extra layer he'd been wearing.
"I'm not going back out today," he decides, already fumbling to unbutton his shirt before giving up and peeling it over his head instead.
"We absolutely do deserve it," he agrees, the words murmured sweetly against her lips, and Fox parts from her just enough to lead them back into the cottage. He's able to shed his coat and boots, hanging up the former and standing the latter on a rack to dry, before padding into the kitchen with rain dripping from his dark hair, clothes sodden and muddy even with the extra layer he'd been wearing.
"I'm not going back out today," he decides, already fumbling to unbutton his shirt before giving up and peeling it over his head instead.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
