Contact for the Village

[tinstar]

If you need to leave a message under a rock or something, let him know here.

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[abrightboy]

"You want toast, you shall have toast," he said.

He looked up at Raylan's face. "I can't leave yet. It's warm and you want me here."

And he was alive. And he was smiling.

"Plus the sun hasn't come up."

[tinstar]

"I love some toast." Just in case that was still a question.

The smile cheeked into a broader one as he rolled into Malcolm again, off arm coming around so that he could lean in and kiss him with a soft hum. "Then lets get up on the bed properly. Maybe up under a blanket or somethin' so we can snuggle in. Though, I warn you, let me get too far under, you might find it hard to slip away."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiled broadly, shifting to move the blankets so they could get in bed.

"Am I in danger of being pinned?" he asked suggestively. "Is 'oh no' the appropriate response? I'm not feeling that," he teased.

[tinstar]

Raylan shifted with him and turned onto his side, chuckling at the suggestion as he invited Malcolm back against him again with a lift of his arm.

"Only if you ask nicely.. Or even if you don't. I do like kissin' you."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm laughed almost self-consciously, reaching for Raylan as he tucked up against him.

“Really?” A few weeks ago he would have never thought... well, anyone would say that, really. But especially Raylan. “Then you should do it some more,” he suggested.

okay, *now* end

[tinstar]

"Mm, happily so," Raylan hummed, a chuckle behind the words as he bent in to do just that. It would take him a few more long seconds of that before he settled his head down onto the pillow and sighed a deep, rare sigh of contentment.

No, this wasn't so bad at all.