RONIN
"She'll search for crumbs in the kitchen just the same," Ronin pointed out with a lopsided smile. "You just don't like the icy kisses she gives you in the morning." Which he could absolutely understand, but fuck it. A laugh escaped him as Remi's teeth met his shoulder, Ronin resisting the urge to return the favour, and instead he pulled the Alchemist to him for a second, wrapping them in a tangle of limbs and sleepy warmth and touch.
"I would never dream of adventuring without you," he assured the other man. "Especially not on your birthday. Shall we?" With obvious reluctance, Ronin extracted himself from his husband to roll out of bed, hunting for trousers in the varying piles of clothes. Beams of sunlight caught him as he went, highlighting tanned skin and messy, dark hair, and Ronin hissed at the brightness of it. It was only appropriate.
"I would never dream of adventuring without you," he assured the other man. "Especially not on your birthday. Shall we?" With obvious reluctance, Ronin extracted himself from his husband to roll out of bed, hunting for trousers in the varying piles of clothes. Beams of sunlight caught him as he went, highlighting tanned skin and messy, dark hair, and Ronin hissed at the brightness of it. It was only appropriate.
