Valerian dipped down and pressed a kiss to Greengrass' jaw, then his neck, then his shoulder, using his hand on Greengrass' cheek to gently angle his head to the side. He wanted to kiss further, down past the collar of his shirt, or maybe even the beginning of the sleeve, but beginning to undress Greengrass in the hallway in front of his bedroom didn't support the sentiment he'd expressed just moments ago.

"I wouldn't call it a noble pursuit," he said, dragging his lips over Greengrass' skin, back up his neck and onto his jaw, until they found Greengrass' lips once again. "In fact, it's entirely selfish. Rushing means I get less time to enjoy you." He brought his hand from Greengrass' cheek to the doorknob and turned it slowly, giving Greengrass enough time to notice that he was inching it open so he wouldn't fall backwards.

He led a backwards-walking Greengrass into the bedroom, his hands glued to Greengrass' hips. "And besides, I don't think my attention could be on anything but you right now." Not even the time, as much as he should be conscious of it. In less than twenty-four hours he would be a married man, and in less than twelve he'd be woken up to get ready for what he assumed would be an interesting wedding given how deeply his mother was involved in its planning.

---