[ It sure does count as “cleaning up”, in every way that matters at least. They’ve already tended to the messy business that is cleaning up their hurts and wounds from battle, anyway, so what could possibly be left?
They stay like that for a while, lips locked, painting streaks of crimson in one another’s mouths, and maybe a time or two it feels like things might progress a bit further, but exhaustion is settling in fast – at least it is for the slightly more human half of the duo, who knows about Astarion – and at long last, Winter draws away. ]
Mm. Gods, I need to sleep, and you’re making it difficult.
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They stay like that for a while, lips locked, painting streaks of crimson in one another’s mouths, and maybe a time or two it feels like things might progress a bit further, but exhaustion is settling in fast – at least it is for the slightly more human half of the duo, who knows about Astarion – and at long last, Winter draws away. ]
Mm. Gods, I need to sleep, and you’re making it difficult.