Erron chuckled under his breath when his mare stretched out her neck and strained against the reins to snuffle about Arthur's face as she was wont to do with peculiar strangers. Sugarlips was young yet, curious with it when the subject wasn't nothing frightful, and Arthur didn't seem to mind none if the fondness in his smile was anything to go by. He let the reins slip a little looser in his grip and turned on his heel to face the porch proper. "The one and only," he drawled. "And all in one piece in spite a the stupidity of her rider."
He'd been more careful since their ill-fated adventure in the mountains; shepherding her back down the treacherous trail through wolf and grizzly bear country had learned him good. Sugarlips, sweet-natured and ladylike as she was, never knew enough to forgive him in the first place.
Erron thought to be glib at the affected look in Arthur's eye when his attention pivoted back onto him. "You act like you seen a —"
His heart stuttered in his chest as the gun slipped from Arthur's fingers and clattered onto the floorboards, forgotten in haste as he advanced, and they were kissing and it was good. It had been too long since the last time something felt so good that wasn't bad for him. A lot of things felt good in a bad way; the sort of slow poison he went back to time and time again just to quiet the demons in the back of his mind — the beast that got to squirming around in his belly 'til he couldn't take it anymore.
"If I'd known you were fixin' to be this hospitable I might a come sooner." Erron licked the taste of him from his lips and swallowed, the knot of his throat seeming to stick a moment where it'd run dry. He'd reached up and grasped Arthur by the ribs at some point, his fingers no longer slotting into the subtle divots there like they had before. In his mind's eye, they were wrapped up in each other under the furs again, and it occurred to him just how tired he'd been then.
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He'd been more careful since their ill-fated adventure in the mountains; shepherding her back down the treacherous trail through wolf and grizzly bear country had learned him good. Sugarlips, sweet-natured and ladylike as she was, never knew enough to forgive him in the first place.
Erron thought to be glib at the affected look in Arthur's eye when his attention pivoted back onto him. "You act like you seen a —"
His heart stuttered in his chest as the gun slipped from Arthur's fingers and clattered onto the floorboards, forgotten in haste as he advanced, and they were kissing and it was good. It had been too long since the last time something felt so good that wasn't bad for him. A lot of things felt good in a bad way; the sort of slow poison he went back to time and time again just to quiet the demons in the back of his mind — the beast that got to squirming around in his belly 'til he couldn't take it anymore.
"If I'd known you were fixin' to be this hospitable I might a come sooner." Erron licked the taste of him from his lips and swallowed, the knot of his throat seeming to stick a moment where it'd run dry. He'd reached up and grasped Arthur by the ribs at some point, his fingers no longer slotting into the subtle divots there like they had before. In his mind's eye, they were wrapped up in each other under the furs again, and it occurred to him just how tired he'd been then.
How tired he was now.
It'd been the best sleep he'd gotten in years.
"Y'miss me, handsome?"