He turns a smile up at him, full of the delicious bone-weariness of a hot bath after a long day, and winds his arms around him again. "Aa. But I remember how you pull me from under the covers in winter, and although I don't want to pretend to you, I know that you're right in thinking that to pretend for oneself can make strength real. And I don't... even if right now all I want is to feel you, just like this, well," he adds with a flash of a brighter smile, "nearly all. But I don't think you want all our time together to be so quiet, and I don't either, not really."
He pulls himself up to Iago's mouth for a long kiss, pulls away to murmur in his ear, "I meant it when I said I wanted to dance with you. To feel your hands moving me again. To see your wicked eyes daring things under strange lights, to not see your fingers as they venture. Maybe not to quite make it home. I haven't taken you for a ride in a long time, either." His legs brush lightly between Iago's, illustrating a portion of the appeal, as he rubs their cheeks together slowly, one hand sliding front again, toying with the gap between two of Iago's buttons. "We haven't had enough wind in our faces, lately, ne, boku no kokoro?"
He gives him a full-hearted look, followed by a moderately sniffly but positively vicious full-bodied squeeze. "You understand things completely," he says vehemently, jamming his eyes into Iago's neck again. "That's why I love you like this."
"I'll come for a half-day soon," he says, smiling at their hands together. "I won't take the mornings away from Ivonka-san, but I'll take an evening and we'll see how it goes. And," he adds with a slightly evil little smile, "maybe I'll make your help glad to have her back in the morning. It's no good to let discipline break down overnight, after all." Bending to kiss Iago's knucles and then rest his cheek on them, he adds in a softer voice, "And I'll steal you away every hour or so, just for a little bit, and sit on your shoulders in silver if it gets bad, ii desu ka?"
He looks wretched, and admits in a low voice, "If he took me from you, or if," his eyes flash (unfortunately nearly-pink) sparks, "if he hurt you. I'm sorry," he repeats, the wretchedness mounting, "I shouldn't say that to a soldier. But I don't know how to arm you for this."
Heh, yes. Xel finds it very endearing, though, when he even notices. ^,^ And I think with Iago's agreement to his venturing back to the pub I can do that post, now; a retrospective from after the fact will serve plotting purposes best. So it'll be up soon--which is good, because Liriaen says she's going to have a slow September, and however much plot can be fitted in before then will be well fitted.