Fic - EphrimThrondir - "Goodbye Kiss"
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lady_mabI refuse to do a sad goodbye kiss i just want happy smooches whenever possible
Throndir tries to move as quietly as he can manage through the room, but he's out of practice with dressing in the dark, and he bumps his elbows or his knees or his hip or his shoulder one too many times against anything that is willing to make a sound.
Ephrim finally stirs (finally--Throndir didn't think he was a heavy sleeper, but he manages to sleep through most of that racket) and throws an arm over his eyes. "What are you doing?" he mumbles, words barely discernible through the heavy layer of sleep still clinging to him.
"I've got to go," Throndir says, and because he can't help it, shuffles around the bed to lean down and press a kiss to the underside of Ephrim's wrist. "Go back to sleep."
Ephrim's hand catches onto the collar of Throndir's shirt before he can pull too far away. The tip of one finger taps against Throndir's lips. "Go? Where?"
"Just into the woods. Two days, tops."
He snorts and glares from beneath the arc of his arm. "You're not the Ranger anymore, so get back into bed."
Throndir grins, because Ephrim might be demanding of most people, but he's rarely this selfish of his demands. Throndir likes seeing this side of him. "Blue J requested I come along with them. It's important for their training."
Ephrim huffs and scrubs his gloved right hand over his face, the other still gripping Throndir's shirt. "Alright, hold on. I'll get dressed."
This isn't what he expected. "Why?"
"I'm coming to see you off."
"You can see me off from bed."
There's a beat, and then Ephrim lifts his eyebrows in that infuriatingly delicate manner that he does. "Oh? Can I?"
Before Throndir can make a correction to his statement, Ephrim uses his grip on Throndir's shirt to pull him back in for a proper kiss. And then his hand shifts from the collar to slip beneath the fabric, curling up around Throndir's shoulder, around the back of his neck.
Ephrim's fingers map the edges of his muscles, lips soft and insistent against his, and Throndir allows himself to be pulled in closer--though he sets up a meager defense by propping his hands on either side of Ephrim's shoulders, palms sinking slightly into the mattress. "Let me give you a proper goodbye then."
"It's only going to be two days," Throndir repeats, but he can feel his resolve weakening.
Ephrim's hand is warm against his skin, and his mouth is warm and open and inviting and--shit.
"Just a quick goodbye," Throndir says, as if that will make a difference.
The smile against his lips means that it definitely will not make a difference, because everything Ephrim does is on his own schedule.
But Throndir lets himself get pulled back down onto the bed, and accepts Ephrim's goodbye kiss (and everything else it entailed), and hoped that Blue J wouldn't notice how late he would be.
Throndir tries to move as quietly as he can manage through the room, but he's out of practice with dressing in the dark, and he bumps his elbows or his knees or his hip or his shoulder one too many times against anything that is willing to make a sound.
Ephrim finally stirs (finally--Throndir didn't think he was a heavy sleeper, but he manages to sleep through most of that racket) and throws an arm over his eyes. "What are you doing?" he mumbles, words barely discernible through the heavy layer of sleep still clinging to him.
"I've got to go," Throndir says, and because he can't help it, shuffles around the bed to lean down and press a kiss to the underside of Ephrim's wrist. "Go back to sleep."
Ephrim's hand catches onto the collar of Throndir's shirt before he can pull too far away. The tip of one finger taps against Throndir's lips. "Go? Where?"
"Just into the woods. Two days, tops."
He snorts and glares from beneath the arc of his arm. "You're not the Ranger anymore, so get back into bed."
Throndir grins, because Ephrim might be demanding of most people, but he's rarely this selfish of his demands. Throndir likes seeing this side of him. "Blue J requested I come along with them. It's important for their training."
Ephrim huffs and scrubs his gloved right hand over his face, the other still gripping Throndir's shirt. "Alright, hold on. I'll get dressed."
This isn't what he expected. "Why?"
"I'm coming to see you off."
"You can see me off from bed."
There's a beat, and then Ephrim lifts his eyebrows in that infuriatingly delicate manner that he does. "Oh? Can I?"
Before Throndir can make a correction to his statement, Ephrim uses his grip on Throndir's shirt to pull him back in for a proper kiss. And then his hand shifts from the collar to slip beneath the fabric, curling up around Throndir's shoulder, around the back of his neck.
Ephrim's fingers map the edges of his muscles, lips soft and insistent against his, and Throndir allows himself to be pulled in closer--though he sets up a meager defense by propping his hands on either side of Ephrim's shoulders, palms sinking slightly into the mattress. "Let me give you a proper goodbye then."
"It's only going to be two days," Throndir repeats, but he can feel his resolve weakening.
Ephrim's hand is warm against his skin, and his mouth is warm and open and inviting and--shit.
"Just a quick goodbye," Throndir says, as if that will make a difference.
The smile against his lips means that it definitely will not make a difference, because everything Ephrim does is on his own schedule.
But Throndir lets himself get pulled back down onto the bed, and accepts Ephrim's goodbye kiss (and everything else it entailed), and hoped that Blue J wouldn't notice how late he would be.
