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[thewidewideworld]

[From here]

Sinric sets the plates aside, taking one of the towel and Hannibal's hand. He leads Hannibal a little into the woods, along the shore of the lake. There's another little patch of sand, a beachlet protected from view by the trees.

He spreads the towel and lays down on it, drawing his tunic up his leg. "Just as we were before."

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[cook_the_rude]

"And the Vikings', on you," Hannibal says, nodding. "Still, I sometimes feel I do not treasure you as much as you deserve, and feel a little rude for it."

[thewidewideworld]

"I feel treasured in your arms, and comfortable in myself in your company." Sinric kisses him, deep and slow. Lovely. "There's nothing rude in that. We are both on complex paths that make us beholden to forces beyond ourselves. What we share here is a pleasure and a joy."

[cook_the_rude]

"That it most certainly is," Hannibal agrees, savouring the kiss.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric strokes Hannibal's shoulder. "Let us enjoy what we have. And the depth we share."

He shakes his head, smiling. "Although, I confess, the depth of magic and pleasure we share has left me rather hungry. Shall we find something wonderful for desert?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes, that it is an excellent idea," Hannibal says. "Something combining pomegranates, green tea, and ice cream, maybe?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hums happily and kisses him again. "I adore how swiftly you came to an answer for that." He stretches, cat-like, under Hannibal, clenching where he can still feel Hannibal inside him.

[cook_the_rude]

"That," Hannibal says with a chuckle, "is what they call a core competency."


[[OOC: Nearing a wrap here?]]

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs and kisses him again.

{ooc: perfect, thank you.}