Hage backed away slowly and shyly from thr taller Paris, his hands in front of him in surrender. He had just eated the last of their raspberries, which was kind of a big deal, especialluy to Paris, who basically lived off them.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Hage laughed. “I started eating them and I just couldn’t stop myself. Before I knew it they were gone.” He continued backing up and was still being slowly pursued by Paris.
“If you’re so sorry, perhaps you’d like to pick some more?” said his boyfriend, who stopped for the moment.
The fossegrim also stopped. “Are you kidding me?” said Hage, “its blizzarding out! I’ll freeze to death!”
“We both know you can’t get cold,” laughed Paris.
“Fine, Fine, but it is so cozy and warm in here. You wouldn’t want to be alone while I was out now would you?”
“Perhaps not,” Paris smiled. “I guess you can stay for now.”
With that, Paris pounced, and Hage dodged backwards with a yelp. His heel crashed into the wall behind him and he felt it give. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he blushed furiously with embarrassment at having put a hole in the wall.
Paris used the moment of shock to close the distance and started tickling Hage as he grasped him and pulled him close and away from the wall. They landed on the sofa in a giggling mess, and Paris continued to tickle his boyfriend until Hage was gasping for breath and then hugged him.
“We can go raspberry picking after the storm lets up,” Paris said against him. “And we can take the scenic route, the one with all the waterfalls.”
“I’d like that,” Hage responded. “I’d like that a lot.”
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