Come Here! I Must Squish You!

He was striving for innocuous unsuccessfully at the moment what with constant drip, drip, drip, down the back of his collier like slow water torture from the cage d'escalier, cage d’escalier above.

Still, it was an excellent vantage point for rue level. That is so long as he continued to crouch just below sight lines. He flexed fatigued thigh muscles cracking his spine for good measure and felt some semblance of relief in the movement.

Damp leather gloves adjusted his collier as he hissed feeling the pull of the impromptu patchwork quilt Merlin had done closing the wound on his forearm just hours before; would have...

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    “I never knew room-temperature chicken could taste so good,” Arthur says, taking another bite from a leg.
    “That’s the beauty of fried chicken. Even cold, it’s still good.”
    They are sitting close together on the sofa, a regal spread from KFC arrayed on the table, tableau in front of them. Gwen has her feet tucked up, her toes snuggled under Arthur’s thigh. She is wearing her favori t-shirt of his again.
    “You know, I have an entire drawer full of t-shirts toi can choose from,”...