this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "If you do have a visit from Cian, you tell him to mind his own fucking business, sweet as you like," Ronin says warmly, his lips whispering over unruly curls, his smile obvious in his tone. "I'm part of the Order, so it makes sense for him to have a vested interest in what I do inside and outside of work. But you? Nah, he can leave you alone." Ronin's still smiling, but there's an edge of something dangerous in his voice as he relaxes bonelessly into the pillows. The heat envelops him, and with Remi in his arms and his heartbeat thrumming against his chest, it would be easy to forget about coffee and just fall asleep. Talk about Isla, though, keeps him focused, and Ronin pulls back enough to raise an eyebrow down at his husband, giving the question the amount of consideration it deserves. The feeling pours from the Lullaby, filling all the places that the heat from their bodies don't, and Ronin surprises himself by relaxing into it. "I think... that this is good for you," he says eventually, maybe even a little bashfully. "I know you and Isla have been more than for a long time. You've never been able to explore things with a woman, either - not like I have. And this is just..." He shrugs. "It makes sense to me, when I think of what both of you are to each other. Is that weird?" His voice lowers a bit then, Ronin leaning in to nibble at the shell of Remi's ear. "And don't tell Cian, but if you ever want to bring me along too, I wouldn't say no." It's only half a joke, Ronin nestling closer to his husband once more. "It's you for me," he vows, the words rumbling through his chest. "Even if you're fucking a hot blonde doctor."