The conversation had been looking much too far into the future, Jag reckoned, when this was what mattered. The present. The way they felt together. The way heat curled inside him and licked at his lungs at the slide of Val's tongue against his, something just as valuable as his fire, if different. He was taking Val's lack of a verbal answer as a yes, and he moved to straddle his lap, hands cradling his face as he deepened the kiss.
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Date: 2015-11-25 03:08 pm (UTC)