Valerian's lips slid into a smile as Greengrass spoke of undressing him as if they hadn't just spent an entire month apart. He spoke so casually, so self-assuredly—much different than it had been the first time they'd spent the night together, and even the nights they'd spent in the weeks after. He could almost forgive Greengrass for bringing the ghost into the conversation, as if it was going to divert his thoughts away from all the things he wanted to do to him.
"You haven't considered that I might not possess the willpower to wait until we're upstairs to undress you," Valerian teased, releasing his hold on their conjoined hands so he could play with the buttons on Greengrass' shirt. He didn't undo any of the buttons, aware that they really did need to wait, but he enjoyed messing with Greengrass nonetheless.
"You haven't considered that I might not possess the willpower to wait until we're upstairs to undress you," Valerian teased, releasing his hold on their conjoined hands so he could play with the buttons on Greengrass' shirt. He didn't undo any of the buttons, aware that they really did need to wait, but he enjoyed messing with Greengrass nonetheless.