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It's a short, uncomplicated workout that day.

It is, for some reason, a little hard to concentrate, so Havelock comes back a little over half an hour later, damp from swimming (still a novelty for an Ankh-Morpork boy, even a privileged one) and still restless.

He knocks this time before he opens the door.

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Puck's lashes flutter shut for a moment, and he exhales again. His neck is still tense, but less so now.

Then he opens his eyes, and looks up into Havelock's face-- still a little embarrassed, perhaps, or at least rueful.

I'm sorry I consistently get into such cosmic amounts of trouble, he could say.

Or I'm sorry Lilly and the kids are on the run.

I'm sorry I can't think of anything to do.

Instead, he lifts a hand to Havelock's face-- the fingers delicate, the skin smooth despite the old featherlight scars that crisscross it-- and touches his cheek, guiding him down as he leans in and up, for a kiss.

If Puck had something along those lines, perhaps Havelock would...

Well.

Ifs are always rather complicated. Better not to get into them, he thinks.

And raises his other hand to wrap gently around Puck's wrist and keep him close, stroking slowly down his back and back up again as he kisses him, eyes closing.

And there is just-- something-- about familiar fingers traveling familiar paths, that has Puck's breath catching in his throat even as his muscles yield and uncoil under the touch.

They say the fae are slow to change, and this may be a part of why.

Puck tilts his head into the kiss, murmuring or sighing something of little consequence into Havelock's mouth, and wraps his free arm about Havelock's waist the better to pull himself closer, or Havelock closer, or at any rate to bring them closer together.

Havelock can feel the shift, and it eases something, just a little.

Only a little, because this situation is unfortunately difficult. But then again, Havelock does automatically gravitate towards life's knottier problems.

And for the moment, the immediate problem seems to be threading his fingers through Puck's habitually tangled hair - tricky, but not nearly so fraught with danger and uncertainty.

Puck's immediate problem is determining the best way of sliding across Havelock's legs and straddling his lap. It's a complicated procedure, concerned as it is with encouraging Havelock further back onto the bed but not knocking him over (yet), and also with continuing to kiss him.

A pressing issue, to be sure-- but on the whole, it is one Puck prefers to a great deal of others.

It is certainly one that is easier to resolve.

And in a much less verbal manner, which while interesting to them, is probably far less so to any hypothetical observers.

Right?

Edited 2009-10-26 00:06 (UTC)

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