Not-really-sneaking upstairs... (tagging Zance)
"You know, you're lucky," Daimon purred as he carried Zance up the stairs. "I should have just set to on the couch downstairs and let you live with the risk. Unfortunately, I've no desire to accidentally break your sister's brain..." He laughed gently into her hair.
He remembered the first time they'd taken the trip this way, frantic and stumbling and with his head still half full of doubt and guilt. Now he only worried for her safety, and not right now. Right now he could lay all of that aside.
His loafers were downstairs by the door; he kicked off his socks and then set her on the bed and stopped a moment to steal another kiss.
He remembered the first time they'd taken the trip this way, frantic and stumbling and with his head still half full of doubt and guilt. Now he only worried for her safety, and not right now. Right now he could lay all of that aside.
His loafers were downstairs by the door; he kicked off his socks and then set her on the bed and stopped a moment to steal another kiss.