TLV: IC Inbox

[omar]

IC Inbox
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[rickitikitarr]

"We lie in tomorrow."

Says Ricki, who is never one to turn a carte blanche like that down.

"Coffee in bed."

[omar]

He chuckles, tugging on Ricki's hand to urge him to wriggle closer. "We can do, but that ain't really what I had in mind, honey."

He tugs again, then leans over him, smoothing back his shirt collar to kiss the nape of his neck. "Maybe something to ease your troubled spirits right now."

[rickitikitarr]

"I love you very much, but I was just flung into Dean Winchester by a demon, which Arthas then ate. My bruises have bruises."

He admits, though he is ever so slightly more lax, sighing pleasantly as Omar keeps touching him.

[omar]

"You ain't necessarily have to do all that much," he teases, kissing the same spot, letting his hand go to stroke his back and side.

"Although I think you underestimating yourself, too," he murmurs, smirking against his skin. "Your bruises had bruises the first time you was over here for coffee."

[rickitikitarr]

"I remember."

He says, warmly, stretching out just a little more.

"I was a wreck. I'm amazed you let me through the door."

[omar]

"Let you do a lot more than that," he purrs, his smirk only widening. "As I recall it."

He lets his hand settle on the small of Ricki's back, thumb rubbing gently back and forth over the curve of his spine through his shirt.

[rickitikitarr]

"There's a knot in my shoulder."

Ricki admits, stretching out just a little bit more.

"If you can drive it off you'll be my hero forever?"