and on to the glory at my right hand
"I bravely led the way down some treacherously steep steps leading into the bowels of the Spire," Ronin explains, thus proving that his crafty side is alive and well, "and I was cruelly assaulted by monsters in the dark, which resulted in my losing my footing and falling. Down the stairs. Because of monsters." He nods seriously.
And as his leather clad body provides a perfect distraction, of course Ronin capitalises on it, running his hands down the sleek and shining material. "Come on?" he echoes, and as Remi advances across the snow and utters his warnings, a dark sort of fire alights in the Huntsman's eyes. Already he feels heat curl in his belly, his arms slipping around Remi's waist to draw him flush against him.
"Promises, promises," he laments, only to flash a smile to Remi as if flying naked is a fair compromise. "You fly naked, then you take me again at the hot springs. If you can catch me." He winks.
And as his leather clad body provides a perfect distraction, of course Ronin capitalises on it, running his hands down the sleek and shining material. "Come on?" he echoes, and as Remi advances across the snow and utters his warnings, a dark sort of fire alights in the Huntsman's eyes. Already he feels heat curl in his belly, his arms slipping around Remi's waist to draw him flush against him.
"Promises, promises," he laments, only to flash a smile to Remi as if flying naked is a fair compromise. "You fly naked, then you take me again at the hot springs. If you can catch me." He winks.
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