[ Fortunate that Miles is an expert in cliff-jumping, then. He leans into Gregor's touch greedily, hands reaching up to frame his emperor's neck and face. He's missed this so much. The way they fit together, how Gregor makes Miles feel more comfortable with his size without ever diminishing him. The warmth of his skin, the way Miles has to tilt his head to avoid knocking into Gregor's distinctive nose. (He remembers, with a mental laugh, how that had been the feature to set him off.) Miles presses himself against Gregor bodily, wanting to make as much contact as possible without removing clothing.
(God, the logistics of that are going to be a nightmare. Privacy - choosing guards - all of it -)
Nothing to think about right this second. Not when Gregor is holding him close and kissing the life out of him. Over the link, Miles is just blasting a tangle of need and joy and disbelief in roughly equal portions. Here they are, home on Barrayar, wrapped up in each others' arms. Miles had never really been certain on Earth if they could really make this happen. Now ... it totally can. The only thing standing between them now is an entire Imperium. ]
I love you, Gregor. And I want this more than anything else in the world. [ Said telepathically, as his mouth is thoroughly occupied. ]
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(God, the logistics of that are going to be a nightmare. Privacy - choosing guards - all of it -)
Nothing to think about right this second. Not when Gregor is holding him close and kissing the life out of him. Over the link, Miles is just blasting a tangle of need and joy and disbelief in roughly equal portions. Here they are, home on Barrayar, wrapped up in each others' arms. Miles had never really been certain on Earth if they could really make this happen. Now ... it totally can. The only thing standing between them now is an entire Imperium. ]
I love you, Gregor. And I want this more than anything else in the world. [ Said telepathically, as his mouth is thoroughly occupied. ]