Rough hands are met with an angry need. The musky scent. The ever present stubble. The painfully familiar flesh lost for these last two decades. Ramon devours his mouth. Fingers dig into his skin, as though Logan will evaporate if he doesn't hold on tight enough.
Twenty three years.
Lips drag up along his neck followed by a heavy breath in one ear. "I've missed you."
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Date: 2007-05-30 03:39 pm (UTC)Twenty three years.
Lips drag up along his neck followed by a heavy breath in one ear. "I've missed you."