[ ic ]

[trickor]

[the door slams open, but there's no one there. the wind, maybe? the window is open...]


(( post-boggarts ))

Comments

[trickor]

How else ought I drink it?

[captainkink]

I don't need to show you how to drink it.

[trickor]

Then don't complain about how I do.

[takes another dainty sip]

[captainkink]

I'll be old and buried by the time you're done.

[trickor]

[...throws a pillow at Jim's head. Magically, so he doesn't have to stop sipping at his drink.]

[captainkink]

--Hey!

[trickor]

[:> siiiip]

This is very good, Captain.

[captainkink]

No shit, really?

[trickor]

Did you not prepare one for yourself?

[captainkink]

No. It's for you.

[trickor]

[kisses his cheek, sticky]

[captainkink]

Gross, chocolate kisses.

[trickor]

[chuckles, taking another sip before kissing Jim properly, sweeping his tongue over Jim's lips]

[captainkink]

[he can't help laughing into the kiss]

[trickor]

[chocolate kisses]

[captainkink]

[you dork!!]

[trickor]

[I'm sweet.

...literally.]

[captainkink]

Finish your drink, you moron, before it gets cold.

[trickor]

[huffs]

So insolent you are.

[but does drink his chocolate, taking larger sips this time at least]

[captainkink]

I'm not one of your subjects.

[trickor]

You aren't.

[and he sounds strangely pleased about it]

[captainkink]

[huh]

So I can say whatever I like.

[trickor]

[SIIIIP]



[which, you know. isn't arguing against that.]

[captainkink]

[grins]

[trickor]

[oops marshmallow in my mouth that was unintentional]