[Kit obviously didn't want to consider anything of the sort. In fact, as one hand curled into the front of Vincent's shirt, the other still resting against the back of his neck where his fingers could slide into the ends of short dark hair, it seemed that for once he was far more content to act than to think at all.
Or in this case, to sleep for as long as his position would allow.
If it weren't for the light stirrings of his hair, he might have drifted off into a deeper slumber against Vincent, but there was something much too pleasant about the feeling to sleep through entirely. He lingered on the edge for some twenty minutes more, soaking in the warmth, the intoxicating smell of the wild, and the affectionate way Vincent's fingers played across the surface of his back...
...and then he sat suddenly upright, hands pulling back as if they'd been touched by fire.
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Or in this case, to sleep for as long as his position would allow.
If it weren't for the light stirrings of his hair, he might have drifted off into a deeper slumber against Vincent, but there was something much too pleasant about the feeling to sleep through entirely. He lingered on the edge for some twenty minutes more, soaking in the warmth, the intoxicating smell of the wild, and the affectionate way Vincent's fingers played across the surface of his back...
...and then he sat suddenly upright, hands pulling back as if they'd been touched by fire.
What were they even doing.]
Oh. The food is probably cold.
[He should go reheat that...]