Mar 6
Hans crossed to him. Stopped close — so close their eyes met without a word between them.
Near. Still. Just that silence holding everything.
Henry leaned in — lips reaching for his— and Hans slipped a strawberry into his mouth and laughed out loud.
Henry snorted. Bit down grinning — sweet, overripe, almost honey — and Hans slid his palm to the back of Henry's head.
Drew him in. Kissed him.
Slow. No rush.
The taste of it still there. The sweetness lingering on Henry's lips. It will take just a little bit longer, but Hearth and Kin – Part XVII is on its way. Sweeter than expected.
