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mustbethetruth) wrote2011-01-29 01:47 am
mustbethetruth) wrote2011-01-29 01:47 am
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To be honest, he isn't sure what he'd been waiting for; perhaps he was trying to see how long he could last without kissing, or clinging, or betraying his desire in any overly forward way; or maybe he was waiting for the both of them to be bared to the waist, so that when he finally gave in, they could begin right away with the honey aspect of this.
Regardless of what he'd been waiting for, it appears as if the moment has arrived. Certainly he can't negotiate himself into waiting longer. He reaches for Watson, sliding his hand into his hair, and pulls him in for an unapologetically passionate kiss.
To be honest, he isn't sure what he'd been waiting for; perhaps he was trying to see how long he could last without kissing, or clinging, or betraying his desire in any overly forward way; or maybe he was waiting for the both of them to be bared to the waist, so that when he finally gave in, they could begin right away with the honey aspect of this.
Regardless of what he'd been waiting for, it appears as if the moment has arrived. Certainly he can't negotiate himself into waiting longer. He reaches for Watson, sliding his hand into his hair, and pulls him in for an unapologetically passionate kiss.
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It isn't long until he falls into a comfortable sleep, content and safe in the arms of his husband, nestled in their marital bed. Sometime once the sun's come up he stirs awake, but it feels early and he's far too warm and comfortable to think about getting up yet, so he throws his arm around Watson again and huddles close, managing to doze off for another couple of hours.
By the time he wakes again, he knows it must be time to get up, but the thought is far from desirable. Making a soft noise of complaint, he shifts closer again and softly kisses Watson's shoulder, shutting his eyes once again.