the things we hold are always the first to go
Remi wasn't the only one breathless, at least, Ronin smiling stupidly as he was forced to come up for air, his forehead tilted gently against his lover's. With a quiet laugh, he ran a hand up Remi's side and curled it around his back, all but tugging him into the hunter's lap. "Mm, that's easy," he said, drawing back to fix Remi with a dopey grin. "We've been up all night and I'm about to pass out?"
Was that a good enough reason? If it wasn't, Remi was welcome to Ronin after the guildmaster had fallen asleep. Fair was fair, after all, and his husand-to-be shouldn't go without for nothing.
Was that a good enough reason? If it wasn't, Remi was welcome to Ronin after the guildmaster had fallen asleep. Fair was fair, after all, and his husand-to-be shouldn't go without for nothing.
