Madly. [ He levers one leg to roll By over, pauses to prevent the blankets from tangling or letting the warm air escape, and props up over him. ] Fiercely. Furiously.
[ Bastien cups his jaw with a firmer hold than usual, with decisive, possessive energy that he’s feigned for people who swoon over that sort of thing. Tips his head to kiss him. But it’s only a peck, not a romance novel mouth-claiming deep-dive, before he’s floppy and smiling again. ]
no subject
[ Doesn’t mind if he does. ]
Madly. [ He levers one leg to roll By over, pauses to prevent the blankets from tangling or letting the warm air escape, and props up over him. ] Fiercely. Furiously.
[ Bastien cups his jaw with a firmer hold than usual, with decisive, possessive energy that he’s feigned for people who swoon over that sort of thing. Tips his head to kiss him. But it’s only a peck, not a romance novel mouth-claiming deep-dive, before he’s floppy and smiling again. ]
Honestly? A little.