[ True... Metal will adjust to the temperature, but they're still two giants in a regular sized bed. They're fit snug as peas in a pod, unfortunately or fortunately, but the ship has good circulation and AC. He was going to retort and double down on his gratitude because he had been used to holding his words close and away, letting it die on his tongue, and watching people disappear. Battle of words, even if it'll embarrass Wolfwood out of the bed.
But that plan melts into nothing quickly. Lips to the forehead, ever so sweet, has his heart race a little more, butterflies in his stomach flutter again, and familiar warmth spreading over him. The guild is ever present, but quiet. He doesn't let it spoil this moment because love is stronger. ]
Yeah.
[ No resistance to that, instead his hands raise up to Wolfwood's face to outline his jaw and steadies him at an angle. He kisses his scruffy chin in return. Maybe it should end there, but he kisses his lips next, his nose, between the eyes, corner of his eye (the other side is too difficult to do), his forehead.
More kisses because you won't accept his gratitude. Endless kisses? This is his retaliation. ]
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But that plan melts into nothing quickly. Lips to the forehead, ever so sweet, has his heart race a little more, butterflies in his stomach flutter again, and familiar warmth spreading over him. The guild is ever present, but quiet. He doesn't let it spoil this moment because love is stronger. ]
Yeah.
[ No resistance to that, instead his hands raise up to Wolfwood's face to outline his jaw and steadies him at an angle. He kisses his scruffy chin in return. Maybe it should end there, but he kisses his lips next, his nose, between the eyes, corner of his eye (the other side is too difficult to do), his forehead.
More kisses because you won't accept his gratitude. Endless kisses? This is his retaliation. ]