[littl3chocobo]

it was hard as hell to get through the hour-long meal without making a scene and harder minding himself on the ride home but was worth it when as soon as they made it back inside of the apartment pyce sprung on him and reeling towards the bed they landed in a hot tangle of lips and limbs, lust and love. it was not until he had wrestled the other into submission and now, into a near coma. feeling tired himself but not quite ready to sleep off the good meal and great sex he instead remained there half propped up by a salvaged pair of pillows watching lights and the moon fight for dominance over one mocha shoulder as it crested over the silvery-white expanse of the ruined sheets. silently he wondered how something as ridiculous as a one-way mirror and lax id checks could have led up to this, he grinned. sheer happenstance and luck