TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He runs his fingers through Astarion's hair as he settles back down.

"I didn't know that," he argues gently. "That you didn't care. Like I said, we aren't good at the talking part sometimes."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"...Oh. I, ah, must have assumed," he says, mildly. "I don't want to ask anything of you that I'm not prepared to offer myself."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

What a concept! Jacob chuckles softly, eyes closing as he reaches down for the blanket.

"That doesn't mean you don't want it," he remarks, mostly teasing.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"...I know."

Astarion snags his side of the blanket and pulls it up over their bodies.

"And I don't. I mean it."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"I believe that."

He takes a long breath and lets it out, relaxing. "Tell your cat not to sleep on my face in the morning," he mutters.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion chuckles and reaches out to turn out the light.

"She does as she pleases, darling, and I'm afraid you're warmer."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He groans, mostly for show, and gives him one last kiss in the dark before he settles down to actually sleep.