*He chuckles a little at the words, and faint as the smile is, the sight of it when he straightens up again brings with it a small but distinct sense of relief.*
You would hardly be the first person to make that observation, Kristoph. Some might even consider it over-generous.
*And he smiles, holding the cup away slightly as Kristoph leans in, the coolness of those hands through the thin material of his shirt contrasting with the touch and taste of tea-warmed lips.
He closes his eyes briefly at the kiss, almost surprised by the gentleness of it, and when he opens them again he arches an eyebrow slightly at Kristoph's scrutiny.
He doesn't resist Kristoph guiding the cup to his own lips, merely shakes his head with a wry half-smile and a searching look of his own.*
Take it, if you want it. I can make some more.
*Reaching across, he pushes a few strands of hair away from Kristoph's face.*
You look exhausted - and I suspect that I am faring no better. I think I shall take a shower.
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Date: 2008-08-18 04:13 am (UTC)You would hardly be the first person to make that observation, Kristoph. Some might even consider it over-generous.
*And he smiles, holding the cup away slightly as Kristoph leans in, the coolness of those hands through the thin material of his shirt contrasting with the touch and taste of tea-warmed lips.
He closes his eyes briefly at the kiss, almost surprised by the gentleness of it, and when he opens them again he arches an eyebrow slightly at Kristoph's scrutiny.
He doesn't resist Kristoph guiding the cup to his own lips, merely shakes his head with a wry half-smile and a searching look of his own.*
Take it, if you want it. I can make some more.
*Reaching across, he pushes a few strands of hair away from Kristoph's face.*
You look exhausted - and I suspect that I am faring no better. I think I shall take a shower.
You're more than welcome to join me.