Talking could wait. Mello's sword fell to the ground, forgotten and for the moment ever so unimportant as he simply enjoyed the intimacy they shared. His jacket went, too, shrugged off his shoulders as he reached for Prussia, burying one hand in the pale hair as the other curled around the nation's waist.
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Clearly, so do I.
Date: 2009-11-30 02:31 am (UTC)