Valerian pressed his forehead against Greengrass' and laughed. He was feeling giddy—not just from kissing Greengrass, but also from simply being together again after the torturous month of thinking being an engaged (or as of tomorrow, married) man would make relationships like this impossible. Compared to the month of being left alone in bed with his worries, being given a few hours felt like being given a lifetime. He was still smiling when Greengrass pulled away, and wasted no time in following, only one step behind him the entire time.
They approached the door of his bedroom, but before Greengrass could open it, Valerian grabbed hold of his shoulder and turned him around, pressing Greengrass' back against the door. "You said we have a few hours," he murmured, pressing one hand against the door and bringing his other up to caress Greengrass' cheek, "but we don't want to rush. I don't want to."
They approached the door of his bedroom, but before Greengrass could open it, Valerian grabbed hold of his shoulder and turned him around, pressing Greengrass' back against the door. "You said we have a few hours," he murmured, pressing one hand against the door and bringing his other up to caress Greengrass' cheek, "but we don't want to rush. I don't want to."
