[ Heavy emphasis on the suppose with a dramatic sigh behind it even as she cradles his chin in a way a little too close to being scolded. Because it is, that's the whole point, but he's still going to take it in stride like all those times of being told to stay right where he was in the infirmary before immediately slipping out at the first opportunity.
There's no war waiting for him here, though. No maps to study over and over, no figures to move around them to figure out where to place battalions to keep loved ones safe. No regrets to contemplate late at night, or - that's not entirely true. Plenty of things from the pit threaten to trespass where he doesn't want them to be when Hilda's here in front of him looking right back at him. Those can also wait until later for as long as he can keep them shelved.
Some random ache flares again and warns him to lay back down before he keeps himself upright for too long, but before he can move her hands find his chest. There's a second where he glances down at them, ready for a quip that'll absolutely make her roll her eyes, but before he can there's a familiar warmth flooding him which isn't from her touch alone. Despite his ribbing from moments ago Claude stays obediently still. ]
Much better. Who needs healers when I have you here?
[ It's partially teasing, partially truth with things still sunk murkily into it where they can't be seen. The magic's cleared up that ache and then some as it traces over other pains to fade them away and Claude takes advantage of that to lean down to continue pressing slow kisses to her neck like there'd never been any interruptions at all. ]
Now if you feel like keeping your hands right there, we might be onto something.
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[ Heavy emphasis on the suppose with a dramatic sigh behind it even as she cradles his chin in a way a little too close to being scolded. Because it is, that's the whole point, but he's still going to take it in stride like all those times of being told to stay right where he was in the infirmary before immediately slipping out at the first opportunity.
There's no war waiting for him here, though. No maps to study over and over, no figures to move around them to figure out where to place battalions to keep loved ones safe. No regrets to contemplate late at night, or - that's not entirely true. Plenty of things from the pit threaten to trespass where he doesn't want them to be when Hilda's here in front of him looking right back at him. Those can also wait until later for as long as he can keep them shelved.
Some random ache flares again and warns him to lay back down before he keeps himself upright for too long, but before he can move her hands find his chest. There's a second where he glances down at them, ready for a quip that'll absolutely make her roll her eyes, but before he can there's a familiar warmth flooding him which isn't from her touch alone. Despite his ribbing from moments ago Claude stays obediently still. ]
Much better. Who needs healers when I have you here?
[ It's partially teasing, partially truth with things still sunk murkily into it where they can't be seen. The magic's cleared up that ache and then some as it traces over other pains to fade them away and Claude takes advantage of that to lean down to continue pressing slow kisses to her neck like there'd never been any interruptions at all. ]
Now if you feel like keeping your hands right there, we might be onto something.