On the Heart of Gold

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock is reading quietly as he waits until it is time to leave. He has been ready for some time now. Clean clothing, combed hair. There is about half an hour left before he needs to go. Plenty of time to finish the section on crossbows.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck's fingers comb through his hair, the tiny smile on his face indicating perhaps that he isn't interested in the subject just now.

"Shh."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock obligingly makes no further sound, though he still gazes up enquiringly. Puck's fingers running through his hair are oddly distracting, anyway.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck presses a kiss to his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and down to his lips, fingers still in his hair.

He ignores any puzzlement.

[oneman_onevote]

The book falls off the bed unnoticed as Havelock abandons the idea of getting an answer. His hands move up Puck's body slowly and end up on his shoulders.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

The sound of the book hitting the floor has probably made his week. Puck kisses along Havelock's jaw and to his ear, and nibbles.

[oneman_onevote]

Which provides such convenient access to Puck's neck. Havelock smiles and leans in, kissing softly down to his shoulder.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

With a soft sound like a purr, Puck tilts his head, nipping a little harder at Havelock's ear and following it with his tongue. He presses himself close against Havelock, one hand running down the back of his neck and to his side.

He murmurs into Havelock's ear, "Well, think it over, will you?"

And disappears.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock blinks.

Then places a hand over his mouth as he laughs.

He'll find something.