Neron
so leave yourself intact
'cause i will be coming back
"Are you sure?" Neron smiles against her skin, drawing back a bit just in time for her to reach out and touch a hand to his cheek. And it's a touch he can feel, the warmth of her fingers radiating through his skin; for a second the Launceleyn is lost in the mere sensation of it. So when Morgan moves away and sits up, he slouches to lay among the sheets, tucking his arms behind his head.
The image of the two of them hurrying out ashamed has a laugh rumbling up in his throat, Neron raising his eyebrows at her as if silently asking if she wants to try it. "I should think we have run of the place until I return that key to Bastien," he murmurs. "Though I daresay if we're here long enough then the room might start to affect us again."
in a phrase to cut these lips,
i love you
