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Ronan Lynch. ([personal profile] weavers) wrote in [community profile] marlowemuses 2016-11-29 01:38 am (UTC)

Once Adam was close enough, standing right in front of him and hands helping unfasten his trousers, Ronan reached up and traced a finger lightly along Adam's hair. Longer. Much longer. But as soft as he remembered, sharing his bed as boys and tangled up together, limbs thrown this way and that.

"What did I say," said Ronan, voice low, "about calling me sir?"

Where Adam averted his gaze, Ronan refused to look at anything but his old friend. They were alone; they would hear anyone lurking outside. Even if they were, voices did not echo in the Barns. Never had. The old farm hand used to say that faeries protected the Barns. Ronan liked to believe that.

Closing his eyes, he dropped his hand. Touching made him want and wanting was dangerous.

"Juniper and bergamot, huh?"

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