w7 we-slept-through-curfew: this time i don't lock the dead out.

[rewriter]

[ slightly sleepy party. aika and kiichi are technically also invited but please let the mods rest. ]

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[metacognition]

[ fei du's emotions flicker somewhere in the area of "pleased jungle cat" when simon pulls back - he goes easily into the deepened kiss, lingering afterwards, the fingertip under his chin dragging lightly before he finally pulls back too, eyes flicking from his mouth back up to his face. ]

It's full-bodied - the sort of thing you should really savor on your palate. I find it's best to give it a little swirl to really pull it apart.

[ and then settles back, absently pulling his fingertips to his mouth to lick them free of whatever wine that was absolutely not on them. this is a travesty. ]