Taz and the assassin
This contains spoilers for book 2.5 (aka Taz and Moros's short story)
His eyes snapped open to see that he was in Moros's lap with the man's hand carding through his hair. He blinked a few times wondering if it was a dream before he noticed the hole in his shirt and the blood that had proven it not to be. He looked back up and was surprised when Moros leaned down.
“You idiot, you said you wouldn't do anything impulsive.” Moros said without heat.
Taz frowned, “you said you would be careful…that didn't work out so wel..”
His eyes drifted shut as Moros interrupted him with another kiss, this one with all of their fears poured into it. They had almost been separated far too soon but now that wasn't a risk where one went so to shall the other. He wrapped an arm around his neck pulling him closer as he prodded for entry to his mouth. Their tongues wrestled against each other in a heated battle. His hands carding through the loose locks of hair.
Moros was pulling him closer yet. They pulled away panting and looking at each other's eyes. The kiss had been brief but it had said all that they weren't saying. Their shared worry was forgotten in the kiss.
“Never do something so stupid again please.” Moros whispered into his ear.
He closed his eyes and he sighed, “I can't make that promise not if it means losing you…or the others.” While he would like to agree he didn't want to lie and that is what it would be..he would do what he thought was best even if it came at a high cost to himself. Even if it meant he might not come back from it but he could say that he wouldn't risk taking Moros with him. It wasn't something he was willing to do…but so long as they didn't die together then any death shouldn't be permanent. “But I can say, I won't risk you…so I will be more careful.”
Moros sighed, “I suppose that will have to do for now…even if I'd rather you not take the risk.”
