the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin didn't deign to reply to Remi with words at his undoubtedly filthy comment, the hunter merely flashing him a wicked little smile and winking mischievously. He swayed a little as he was nudged, though he did pull Remi with him, unwilling to let his lover go now that they had finally decided to stop dancing around the issue and get on with it.
Letting the other man go and flopping down unceremoniously onto the blanket once it had been laid out, Ronin made no attempt to help Remi with anything. He put it down to the fact that he was busy being shocked and confused by his comments, Ronin raising his eyebrows and tucking his arms behind his head as he lay back.
"Have they now," he said, his smile catching in his voice. "Do tell. When are we getting married, Remi? Who will be doing the honours? What is the colour scheme?"
Letting the other man go and flopping down unceremoniously onto the blanket once it had been laid out, Ronin made no attempt to help Remi with anything. He put it down to the fact that he was busy being shocked and confused by his comments, Ronin raising his eyebrows and tucking his arms behind his head as he lay back.
"Have they now," he said, his smile catching in his voice. "Do tell. When are we getting married, Remi? Who will be doing the honours? What is the colour scheme?"
