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[oneman_onevote]

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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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

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.

[oneman_onevote]

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.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

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.

[oneman_onevote]

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?