Loki's smile--Loki's genuine smile, not the bullshit he uses with other people--is warm and bright and Paul wants to do nothing but kiss it over, and over, and over.
How quickly the fall into a pattern again, how swift they go right back to how it was. Paul feels giddy. There's no thoughts of Nino's guys, no paranoid urge to double check the tape under the door they've already destroyed. Just Loki.
Just Loki and that slow, soft way they kiss, the kind that has Paul aching for more. He runs a hand through Loki's hair as he talks, mesmerized by the buzzcut, the feel, and then chances a soft kiss on Loki's cheek.
"You're gonna sleep," he assures, soft and quiet voice sounding more like a command, "I'm gonna be here."
'You can rest properly,' is more what he wants to say. 'I can protect you.'
He settles for another soft hug, detangling himself only to reach over and turn off the light.
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How quickly the fall into a pattern again, how swift they go right back to how it was. Paul feels giddy. There's no thoughts of Nino's guys, no paranoid urge to double check the tape under the door they've already destroyed. Just Loki.
Just Loki and that slow, soft way they kiss, the kind that has Paul aching for more. He runs a hand through Loki's hair as he talks, mesmerized by the buzzcut, the feel, and then chances a soft kiss on Loki's cheek.
"You're gonna sleep," he assures, soft and quiet voice sounding more like a command, "I'm gonna be here."
'You can rest properly,' is more what he wants to say. 'I can protect you.'
He settles for another soft hug, detangling himself only to reach over and turn off the light.