Slowly, his hands ghost upward, almost as if they wish to go unobserved. The fairy's fingers curl into the fabric of Havelock's shirtfront and take hold.
"Perilous, mortal," he murmurs, but because he does not want to give Havelock any opportunity to change his mind before he sweetens the deal, he tilts his head up and uses his grip on Havelock's shirt as gently, but inexorably as he can, to pull him down.
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Date: 2011-09-05 01:24 am (UTC)"May I really."
Slowly, his hands ghost upward, almost as if they wish to go unobserved. The fairy's fingers curl into the fabric of Havelock's shirtfront and take hold.
"Perilous, mortal," he murmurs, but because he does not want to give Havelock any opportunity to change his mind before he sweetens the deal, he tilts his head up and uses his grip on Havelock's shirt as gently, but inexorably as he can, to pull him down.