I Got You, Babe

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Her hands were a gentle fire against his chest, and Ronin smiled against soft lips that came up to meet his again. Vanya's kisses were sweet and wicked and he couldn't get enough of them - he didn't think he'd gotten enough of them as of late, in fact. He would have snagged her back against him if she hadn't been so quick, the former-captain reluctantly letting her slip through his fingers and stepping up beside her to appraise the guildhall anew. He walked a few paces behind her when she approached the door - Ronin already knew what was inside, of course, so he would let her explore at her leisure - only for her to turn and watch him so intently. As she mentioned flying he felt a similar grin spread across his face, Ronin nodding and tilting his head up as if to make sure he'd made the exterior of the guildhall as impressive as possible for her, should she want to soar about that as well. "Always," he said when he was finished, folding his arms across his chest and waiting for her to spread her wings. It wasn't a shape he had often seen either; never up close, always from a silhouette against a sky bleeding the red of sunset.