[ What an agreeable sort. It’s certainly at odds with his looks, not to mention…
He finds himself sidling closer to Wriothesley, his heart beating faster and faster. He’s done this a fair few times by now, and has seen his share of naked bodies as a doctor, but this sort of thing is just…
He still isn’t quite so used to getting this close with people, on this level. He places a hand on Wriothesley’s chest, thinking about how they would’ve met under different circumstances—as doctor and patient, after this one’s gotten himself into a fight or something.
no subject
Heh, I can imagine.
[ What an agreeable sort. It’s certainly at odds with his looks, not to mention…
He finds himself sidling closer to Wriothesley, his heart beating faster and faster. He’s done this a fair few times by now, and has seen his share of naked bodies as a doctor, but this sort of thing is just…
He still isn’t quite so used to getting this close with people, on this level. He places a hand on Wriothesley’s chest, thinking about how they would’ve met under different circumstances—as doctor and patient, after this one’s gotten himself into a fight or something.
But would this really be the better encounter? ]
But I wonder what you mean…
[ He leans in for a kiss, murmuring softly— ]
By “familiar waters”?