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[hisbikeahorse]

*Tonight in camp, all is quiet, the world blanketed in soft white snow under the stars. You turn over in your bed, shifting to a more comfortable position under the blankets and

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[godwinner]

[ you're in a hammock.

yes, it's a good 10 feet off the ground. yes, this is the middle of winter. thankfully, it's also warm, despite being made of metal, though that doesn't change the temperature of the surrounding air, of course. good thing for that warm body you're pressed up against? ]

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[mind_over_metal]

...amazing.

[godwinner]

Your idea.

[ his eyelids are heavy from Charles touching his face but he's still looking at him ]

[mind_over_metal]

It was, wasn't it! Still, your implementation, and being able to actually see how it works...

*he's drawn back his mind and opened his eyes, but his hands stay where they are*

[godwinner]

Well, I wasn't demurring.

[mind_over_metal]

I know.

[godwinner]

[ smirking slightly as he turns his neck enough to brush his lips over the inside of Charles's wrist ]

[mind_over_metal]

*his expression pleased and considering*

Hmm...

[godwinner]

Yes?

[mind_over_metal]

*lazily and perhaps a bit slyly*

Just enjoying you.

[godwinner]

[ gives him a look at that tone but otherwise really doesn't know how to respond to that ]

[mind_over_metal]

*takes pity on him, guiding Erik's face to his with the hands still resting on either side*

[godwinner]

[ well, that is one way ]

[mind_over_metal]

*still moving with a slightly sleepy slowness, as though trying to insinuate himself even closer*

[godwinner]

[ obliges, sliding his hand around to press against his back and inhaling deeply ]

[mind_over_metal]

*practically radiating... not contentment, not exactly, but it's a very warm sort of happiness, soft but heavy*