（ tacit permission given, cy crowds in close, butting their heads together, kissing whatever's most convenient to reach. when sasuke stirs his arm from the place it's been pinned, he flattens one palm out against his back and kneads the muscle gently, whittling the stiffness and strain down to a manageable level even as he lets himself be embraced. ）
You good, sweetheart?
（ it's said in a soft murmur, and he — sounds like himself again, warmth and easy energy infused into every word. he slings a leg over sasuke's thighs, as close as their relative positions allow. with his other hand, halfly pinned beneath his body, he tracks the tail of that scarf to sasuke's wrist and starts working it free very gently. it was never tightly wound, but it's taken some, uh, 'battle damage' that means the fabric has stiffened and is difficult to work against itself to undo the tie. still, he manages it tenderly. the rest he'll clean up in a second, but just — checking in first. ）
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You good, sweetheart?
（ it's said in a soft murmur, and he — sounds like himself again, warmth and easy energy infused into every word. he slings a leg over sasuke's thighs, as close as their relative positions allow. with his other hand, halfly pinned beneath his body, he tracks the tail of that scarf to sasuke's wrist and starts working it free very gently. it was never tightly wound, but it's taken some, uh, 'battle damage' that means the fabric has stiffened and is difficult to work against itself to undo the tie. still, he manages it tenderly. the rest he'll clean up in a second, but just — checking in first. ）