“I had good intentions, I did it for a reason.”
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“Did you? Did you? Then tell me what that reason is, please. Enlighten me.”
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“I had good intentions, I did it for a reason.”
Strange Sentence Meme || accepting
“Did you? Did you? Then tell me what that reason is, please. Enlighten me.”
levxleur || Continued from here (x)
“Hey...no.”
Pietro was across the room and kneeling next to Remy in the span of a breath. He’d long gotten over being afraid of touching the Cajun, for fear of terrifying him, and moved to wrap him up in his arms. Words didn’t always work, Pietro knew that more than anyone, but the warmth he could give Remy had to be enough.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
levxleur
“Is this something we’re going to talk about--or are you going to pretend we didn’t almost commit mass murder back there?”
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Remy had kissed him.
Remy had kissed him.
Remy had kissed him.
His fingers nearly vibrated with emotion he had no name for, and the shock of adrenaline the simple press of lips against his had elicited. Pietro had done the only thing he knew, he’d pulled away, but Remy wouldn’t be Remy if he didn’t go the whole nine yards. He’d only gotten a bare few inches away, when arms wrapped around him and pulled him close to a hard chest, and a desperate plea.
Pietro could’ve dodged, he was the fastest man alive for godsake--but he didn’t. He let Remy pull him close, wrap him up in his arms, and bury his face into his shoulder, and all Pietro could do was stand there. He’d thought about it, he’d have to be dead not to be marginally attracted to the other man, but after the first time he’d opened his mouth, that attraction had been tempered by ire. That ire had grown to become grudging respect, and underneath it all the attraction had flourished into something Pietro had refused to acknowledge. He wanted to punch Remy for ruining his hard work. Slowly, his hands came up to wrap around Remy’s waist, inch by inch he relaxed against the other man and took in deep, shuddering breaths.
“Okay...” He clung tightly, pressing his forehead into the curve of Remy’s shoulder, promising a million and one things in that one word. “Okay.”
[ speedy ]: Can we both just take a day off just to have sex? Is that acceptable as an adult?
[french fry] since when were you an adult?
[text] I’m just saying that you look a lot better without clothes on!
[french fry] How much have you had to drink this time?[french fry] When did you see me /naked/?
[text] I can’t take you seriously when you’re using that many emojis.
[text] clint = (#>.<)-|–)>[text] u = XP[text] me = 0_o