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Miniver Cheevy (miniver) wrote in utr_logs,

Miniver leans back a moment, admiring. He traces a finger down Remy's chest and with one hand, goes to work on the rest of the buttons while squirming his other arm out of the ever-present trenchcoat. He switches hands half way and has the coat off by the time Remy's shirt is unbuttoned. It takes only another moment for him to strip off his own teeshirt and dive into another kiss.

Physically, Miniver is no Adonis. He's still small and wound tight as a spring, but his indoctrination into pirating toughened him up somewhat, and getting more or less regular meals foisted upon him in the various places he lives have given substance to sinew and made him noticably more proportionate. For what may be the first time in his life, he doesn't look like a sickly, alcoholic bookworm.

The poet purrs softly against Remy's lips and traces spirals with one fingernail down the back of his neck.