[It’s a little. Funny, that would be the word Legault would use. It’s not very often you find a man as damaged as Ramirez or Jaffar. The largest difference between the two of them is that Legault had met Ramirez at a crossroads of his life and had plenty of time to get to know him. That’s not to say his friendship with Ramirez is all pity, though. It’s never been pity, just caution. There are plenty of traits to admire in Ramirez, especially the loyalty he carries, the type of loyalty Legault could never have. And from there, it’s patience, watching a more healthy relationship blossom long after Ramirez had earned his complete and total trust.
So it’s funny, then, that he’s the one being spooned, that he has the arm around his waist when he’d spent a lot of time watching Ramirez and protecting him in ways other than with a sword or by keeping alert at night.
But he’s not going to complain. He’s quite comfortable here.]
Persistent, aren’t you? Well, I hate to disappoint, but going back to sleep would mean I wouldn’t be able to feel your arm around me. [Ah, how he’s said lines that before. In front of Ramirez, even. Though their relationship will continue on without a title, he’ll need to make every step to make sure Ramirez knows that his lines are, fortunately and unfortunately, reserved solely for him from this point on.
So he turns in bed so he can crane his neck and kiss Ramirez again, right on the cheek unless he decides he wants something more. He’ll have to get used to affectionate gestures in private and pretending to be aloof and unattached in front of others. They each other’s weaknesses now as much as they are each other’s greatest strength. Charisma and cunning in one body, devotion and strength in the other. They’ve always been a deadly pair, now they’re just a pair in every way.]
How are you feeling, then? I hope I wasn’t too hard on you.
[This is the aftercare, then, though he doubts that a few rounds of sex are enough to keep Ramirez from performing any task. Legault brushes a strand of lavender hair out of his face, his hair more unkempt than usual now that he’s had such an active night and a long, restful morning. His voice is low, a whisper, so they can talk right at each other without having to pull away.]
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So it’s funny, then, that he’s the one being spooned, that he has the arm around his waist when he’d spent a lot of time watching Ramirez and protecting him in ways other than with a sword or by keeping alert at night.
But he’s not going to complain. He’s quite comfortable here.]
Persistent, aren’t you? Well, I hate to disappoint, but going back to sleep would mean I wouldn’t be able to feel your arm around me. [Ah, how he’s said lines that before. In front of Ramirez, even. Though their relationship will continue on without a title, he’ll need to make every step to make sure Ramirez knows that his lines are, fortunately and unfortunately, reserved solely for him from this point on.
So he turns in bed so he can crane his neck and kiss Ramirez again, right on the cheek unless he decides he wants something more. He’ll have to get used to affectionate gestures in private and pretending to be aloof and unattached in front of others. They each other’s weaknesses now as much as they are each other’s greatest strength. Charisma and cunning in one body, devotion and strength in the other. They’ve always been a deadly pair, now they’re just a pair in every way.]
How are you feeling, then? I hope I wasn’t too hard on you.
[This is the aftercare, then, though he doubts that a few rounds of sex are enough to keep Ramirez from performing any task. Legault brushes a strand of lavender hair out of his face, his hair more unkempt than usual now that he’s had such an active night and a long, restful morning. His voice is low, a whisper, so they can talk right at each other without having to pull away.]