We're fine, [Sorey echoes, even if the trembling and bruises imply that they are anything but. They'll be fine, at least. They survived the first week and they'll survive another, and another, and return home once again.
Sorey gently frames Mikleo's cheeks with his fingers. He takes a moment just to watch his eyes and his face. Their familiarity is a comfort.]
I missed you too.
[His voice feels rough, but he forges on. That kiss nearly devastated him.]
Come on.
[He drops his backpack to the floor and takes Mikleo's hands in his. It's a short trip to the bed, which is where Sorey flops down and drags Mikleo on top of him. It's not meant to be sexy or rough or playful; he just wants to hold Mikleo as tight as possible. They need the contact. And maybe his own fearful heartbeat will settle down eventually.]
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[Mikleo goes with him without question, and lets himself get tugged on top of Sorey easily. He shifts so that they're both comfortable, laying so that he can hear his fiance's heartbeat. One hand reaches up to card soothingly through even messier than usual, brown hair.
After a moment, the older man shifts again so that he can kiss Sorey's chin. He uses his free hand to rest against the brunet's neck, gently rubbing his thumb along his pulse point.]
Promise me you won't do anything reckless.
[Unconsciously, his grip tightens slightly.]
Please.
[He's not sure what he'd do if Sorey got injured or, heaven forbid, killed. He's scared to know the answer to that hypothetical.]
[Sorey's breathing slows as the seconds pass. His eyes slip shut against the world while he holds onto Mikleo for dear life. Mikleo is certainly doing a good job of distracting him, but Sorey is just as determined to filter his hand through aquamarine hair and leave kisses in its waves.]
I promise. No one has any kind of healing spells or anything so it's especially important.
[More kisses, followed by a shameless nuzzling into Mikleo's hair.]
But you have to promise, too. I need you more than anything, Mikleo. I need to make sure you come home.
[He's more than happy to have Sorey's fingers and kisses in his hair. Mikleo wants to soak up the brunet's warmth and affection before they have to separate for a week. A soft sigh escapes him when he feels his fiance nuzzle into his hair.]
I will. Yu's with us, so we won't have to worry about a healer, at least.
[God, but he wishes he had his seraphic artes. He knows he can heal, but the power isn't there. Mikleo will need to be a seraph for that.
Mikleo moves up so that he can kiss Sorey's lips, soft and delicate and chaste. A silent promise. His fingers play with strands of brown hair before resuming to card through it again.]
I'm coming back home to you, no matter what.
[He murmurs the words at the brunet's lips. His eyes meet Sorey's with iron determination. Nothing will keep him from his fiance's side for long.]
I didn't know Yu could heal. That's good. [He's one of Sorey's students, or was, but now he's something of a friend, too. But...] ... I wish I could be there. Most of our team can take care of themselves, but I'm pretty sure I can't come help you.
[He mmphs in soft surprise at the kiss, light and feathery and chaste. It scrambles Sorey's thoughts for a moment. He smiles softly as Mikleo makes his promise; he knows his fiance will keep it at any cost.]
I'll be here. It's not fair to make you do all the waiting, after all.
[He rubs both hands up and down Mikleo's back, nails scritching and fingertips working in slow circles. Now that he's not holding on like a barnacle, he can focus on massaging some of the stress out.]
Probably not. But that's okay. You can take a rest from being my knight in shining armor.
[Mikleo sounds amused as he teases Sorey. He huffs at the waiting comment, though.]
Patience was never your strong suit.
[Still, the massage is more than welcome. The older man sighs softly and melts against the brunet. Mikleo can feel the tension slowly bleed out of him under Sorey's ministrations.]
Mm, you're getting a massage after this, too. I know how tense you get in your shoulders.
[It's nice to see Mikleo melt like that. Sorey rewards him with more kisses, dusting lightly over the skin he can reach, cheeks and chin and sometimes lips.]
Some things are worth waiting for. [His gray eyes are soft and warm and always, always fond.]
[Mikleo just smiles softly, taking the kisses without even a hint of complaint. He tries to kiss back when Sorey's lips meet his, keeping it soft and gentle. The brunet's making it very hard for him to want to leave.]
When we're all done, we're at least cuddling on the couch.
[He starts planting kisses all over his fiance's face, light and fleeting as being brushed with a feather. Then, gently, Mikleo moves so that they can roll over with Sorey on top of him this time. It's not fair if only one of them gets a lovely massage. Once the two of them are comfortable, he starts with massaging his beloved's lower back and slowly works his way up.]
Date night. Possibly date weekend? We're long overdue for a movie marathon.
[His kisses are being countered. Soon Sorey's the one feeling overwhelmed, and he can't keep from chuckling and wriggling a bit. It makes him all the more susceptible to Mikleo flipping them over.]
Whoa!
[And more laughter-- at least until Mikleo's cool hands work into his muscles. And then Sorey just goes limp.]
I'm so in for a date weekend. Anything relaxing and doesn't require much movement, really.
[Mikleo can't help laughing as Sorey mumbles into his chest. His fiance is literally the cutest person in the world. He continues the massage, but also buries some kisses in brown hair on occasion.]
[Sorey turns his head a bit. He is very much feeling all the fighting he's been doing. All his stress and worry has been shoved down for a while-- and it settled in his back and shoulders.]
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Sorey gently frames Mikleo's cheeks with his fingers. He takes a moment just to watch his eyes and his face. Their familiarity is a comfort.]
I missed you too.
[His voice feels rough, but he forges on. That kiss nearly devastated him.]
Come on.
[He drops his backpack to the floor and takes Mikleo's hands in his. It's a short trip to the bed, which is where Sorey flops down and drags Mikleo on top of him. It's not meant to be sexy or rough or playful; he just wants to hold Mikleo as tight as possible. They need the contact. And maybe his own fearful heartbeat will settle down eventually.]
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After a moment, the older man shifts again so that he can kiss Sorey's chin. He uses his free hand to rest against the brunet's neck, gently rubbing his thumb along his pulse point.]
Promise me you won't do anything reckless.
[Unconsciously, his grip tightens slightly.]
Please.
[He's not sure what he'd do if Sorey got injured or, heaven forbid, killed. He's scared to know the answer to that hypothetical.]
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I promise. No one has any kind of healing spells or anything so it's especially important.
[More kisses, followed by a shameless nuzzling into Mikleo's hair.]
But you have to promise, too. I need you more than anything, Mikleo. I need to make sure you come home.
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I will. Yu's with us, so we won't have to worry about a healer, at least.
[God, but he wishes he had his seraphic artes. He knows he can heal, but the power isn't there. Mikleo will need to be a seraph for that.
Mikleo moves up so that he can kiss Sorey's lips, soft and delicate and chaste. A silent promise. His fingers play with strands of brown hair before resuming to card through it again.]
I'm coming back home to you, no matter what.
[He murmurs the words at the brunet's lips. His eyes meet Sorey's with iron determination. Nothing will keep him from his fiance's side for long.]
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[He mmphs in soft surprise at the kiss, light and feathery and chaste. It scrambles Sorey's thoughts for a moment. He smiles softly as Mikleo makes his promise; he knows his fiance will keep it at any cost.]
I'll be here. It's not fair to make you do all the waiting, after all.
[He rubs both hands up and down Mikleo's back, nails scritching and fingertips working in slow circles. Now that he's not holding on like a barnacle, he can focus on massaging some of the stress out.]
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[Mikleo sounds amused as he teases Sorey. He huffs at the waiting comment, though.]
Patience was never your strong suit.
[Still, the massage is more than welcome. The older man sighs softly and melts against the brunet. Mikleo can feel the tension slowly bleed out of him under Sorey's ministrations.]
Mm, you're getting a massage after this, too. I know how tense you get in your shoulders.
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[It's nice to see Mikleo melt like that. Sorey rewards him with more kisses, dusting lightly over the skin he can reach, cheeks and chin and sometimes lips.]
Some things are worth waiting for. [His gray eyes are soft and warm and always, always fond.]
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When we're all done, we're at least cuddling on the couch.
[He starts planting kisses all over his fiance's face, light and fleeting as being brushed with a feather. Then, gently, Mikleo moves so that they can roll over with Sorey on top of him this time. It's not fair if only one of them gets a lovely massage. Once the two of them are comfortable, he starts with massaging his beloved's lower back and slowly works his way up.]
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[His kisses are being countered. Soon Sorey's the one feeling overwhelmed, and he can't keep from chuckling and wriggling a bit. It makes him all the more susceptible to Mikleo flipping them over.]
Whoa!
[And more laughter-- at least until Mikleo's cool hands work into his muscles. And then Sorey just goes limp.]
Hoh muh mm-mmph, [he mumbles into Mikleo's chest.
Someone call the cops, there's been a murder.]
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[Mikleo can't help laughing as Sorey mumbles into his chest. His fiance is literally the cutest person in the world. He continues the massage, but also buries some kisses in brown hair on occasion.]
I take that as a sign to keep going?
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Yes, please.
What do you wanna watch?
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Well...we could do a Studio Ghibli marathon? Or a show we haven't seen in a while.
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[He sighs happily and nuzzles into Mikleo's neck.]
... sounds perfect...