like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving It would be a lie to say that Ronin’s mind was anywhere close to sex, but his body was a different matter entirely, and he basked in the warmth of his husband’s embrace and hummed a note of satisfaction against his neck, like it was something he had only just realised he had been missing for so long. ”That sounds boring,” he murmured, the ghost of a smile audible in his voice as Remi explained what had been happening. In comparison to the LongNight of the Hollowed Grounds, it was fairly tame, after all. ”Wonder where the rest of the Ascended went,” he remarked afterwards, as if assuming the finger was removed and the rest was still running around somewhere. His fingertips danced in a gentle pattern along Remi’s back, the hunter sinking further into long denied comfort. ”When do you have to go be Governor again?”