Hans thought his complaint would be written off, a slip of the tongue that was common in their banters. But Edmond acts upon it and, before his mind catches on to what's happening, those calloused hands have taken hold of his face, soon followed by a kiss.
The gesture in itself isn't new. They've kissed many times in many places, always with care to their surroundings, but never like this. It's a kiss that washes away Hans's thoughts as a warm wave of sweetness, melts the walls that are still raised around his ego. He kisses back, and when it continues, he slides his hands up so he can lace his fingers behind Edmond's neck.
When they break it off, all of Hans's earlier irritation is gone. There's a smile he can't help, small but genuine, and he tips his forehead against Edmond's in response.]
In the words of a famous sailor... [He pitches his voice to imitate Edmond.] "I'd be honored."
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Hans thought his complaint would be written off, a slip of the tongue that was common in their banters. But Edmond acts upon it and, before his mind catches on to what's happening, those calloused hands have taken hold of his face, soon followed by a kiss.
The gesture in itself isn't new. They've kissed many times in many places, always with care to their surroundings, but never like this. It's a kiss that washes away Hans's thoughts as a warm wave of sweetness, melts the walls that are still raised around his ego. He kisses back, and when it continues, he slides his hands up so he can lace his fingers behind Edmond's neck.
When they break it off, all of Hans's earlier irritation is gone. There's a smile he can't help, small but genuine, and he tips his forehead against Edmond's in response.]
In the words of a famous sailor... [He pitches his voice to imitate Edmond.] "I'd be honored."