[ He wouldn't trust many to sleep at his back. But he could get used to this too, the idea of this warm, languid sense of peace that lingers here. York's smile draws out one of his own, despite himself.
A moment later and he's reaching to draw York down for a kiss, a proper one this time. The physicality is still there, it's just...not the priority at the moment.
Both of them have waited too damn long for this not to enjoy it at their own pace. ]
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A moment later and he's reaching to draw York down for a kiss, a proper one this time. The physicality is still there, it's just...not the priority at the moment.
Both of them have waited too damn long for this not to enjoy it at their own pace. ]
As could I.