I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"I have a feeling I will be caught napping in my office more than once, if that's the case. Er... again." Because Ronin has absolutely been caught napping in his office before (and worse, most likely - there's a reason there's so much space under his desk). Still, he can't help but grin at the idea that one of them can blend into the darkness, and as if on cue, the Star dazzles the mezzanine for a brief moment before he gets a hold of himself. "I will have to try to contain my excitement about this skyboat," he agrees.
Expecting the other man to lead them to another part of the Collegium, it's a bit of a surprise to feel a tug on his arm, to be walked back among the stacks and shelves. Already flushed, it doesn't take much for the mere proximity between them to invite all sorts of thoughts into Ronin's head, and one of his hands moves to steady itself against Remi's hips, even as he all but covers the other man with his body, blocking him from view of any onlookers (not that there will be any).
"Really?" He raises an eyebrow, and the smile that he tries to stifle is a very crooked one indeed. I thought this was a scholarly type place is what he wants to say - a school, or something. But he's absolutely not going to burst Remi's bubble for semantics, not when green eyes have him pinned in place and the alchemist is close enough to feel his heartbeat in his chest as well as on his finger.
Ronin makes a show of looking over his shoulder, like someone might be coming up the stairs at any moment, and suddenly the soft murmur of voices and the scratching of quills is palpable. "Are you sure you'll be able to stay quiet?" he teases, almost under his breath, before he's leaning in and closing the distance between them. There's no rush, at first; soft lips make the most of their explorations, parting to deepen the kiss as Ronin inches closer, his free hand steadying them against the stack of books next to his husband's ear.
Expecting the other man to lead them to another part of the Collegium, it's a bit of a surprise to feel a tug on his arm, to be walked back among the stacks and shelves. Already flushed, it doesn't take much for the mere proximity between them to invite all sorts of thoughts into Ronin's head, and one of his hands moves to steady itself against Remi's hips, even as he all but covers the other man with his body, blocking him from view of any onlookers (not that there will be any).
"Really?" He raises an eyebrow, and the smile that he tries to stifle is a very crooked one indeed. I thought this was a scholarly type place is what he wants to say - a school, or something. But he's absolutely not going to burst Remi's bubble for semantics, not when green eyes have him pinned in place and the alchemist is close enough to feel his heartbeat in his chest as well as on his finger.
Ronin makes a show of looking over his shoulder, like someone might be coming up the stairs at any moment, and suddenly the soft murmur of voices and the scratching of quills is palpable. "Are you sure you'll be able to stay quiet?" he teases, almost under his breath, before he's leaning in and closing the distance between them. There's no rush, at first; soft lips make the most of their explorations, parting to deepen the kiss as Ronin inches closer, his free hand steadying them against the stack of books next to his husband's ear.
RONIN
