[ miles squirms and sighs happily, grinning helplessly as bel kisses down his throat. a breathless laugh escapes him and he combs his hand absently through bel's hair, just pleased to feel how soft it is in his fingers. but their hand under his tunic is distracting, warm fingers on his skin -- a little massage wouldn't be out of order, with how horribly tense he's been lately, a spring wound far too tight, liable to snap right in half if he doesn't unwind a little.
this is most definitely the most enjoyable few minutes he's had in a bed in a while -- no restless tossing, no trepidation at falling asleep or bolting up in a cold sweat trying to catch his breath -- just cool sheets and a warm body against his. a very nice and attractive warm body, in fact, attached to a person miles is quite fond of. he skims a hand down bel's back, fingers tracing absent patterns before he thumbs under their uniform top contemplatively. ]
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this is most definitely the most enjoyable few minutes he's had in a bed in a while -- no restless tossing, no trepidation at falling asleep or bolting up in a cold sweat trying to catch his breath -- just cool sheets and a warm body against his. a very nice and attractive warm body, in fact, attached to a person miles is quite fond of. he skims a hand down bel's back, fingers tracing absent patterns before he thumbs under their uniform top contemplatively. ]