the things we hold are always the first to go
Hissing in a breath punctuated with a lopsided smile, Ronin nudges his husband as if he really has been caught out. ”Damn, you’re right,” he says, leaning in to kiss Remi’s forehead. ”Fine. I’ll act how I truly feel. You’re now banned from ever leaving bed, unless it’s in shift so you can sit on my shoulder. I’ll feed you and make sure you’re feathers are always perfect, and then we’ll come up here and have fantastic sex until we’re too exhausted to do anything other than sleep.”
The words are frank and honest, but Ronin gets the impression of a front too. Have they taken down one wall just to build another by accident. He’ll keep vigilant for that. With that in mind, he shifts a little to lay on his side, Remi still half draped over him, the Star listening quietly an nuzzling his head into the pillow. ”You realise it though, when you’ve been hat person,” he points out.
Still, as Remi admits he’s scared, Ronin reaches it to take one of his hands, pressing his lips to scarred knuckles. ”What scares you? Anything we can work on together?”
The words are frank and honest, but Ronin gets the impression of a front too. Have they taken down one wall just to build another by accident. He’ll keep vigilant for that. With that in mind, he shifts a little to lay on his side, Remi still half draped over him, the Star listening quietly an nuzzling his head into the pillow. ”You realise it though, when you’ve been hat person,” he points out.
Still, as Remi admits he’s scared, Ronin reaches it to take one of his hands, pressing his lips to scarred knuckles. ”What scares you? Anything we can work on together?”
