[ And before York can get out another word he's stepping in, cupping a hand to the back of his head, and pulling him into a kiss. Not the usual sharp hunger of a kiss after their missions, but warm, tinged with something heavier. Something that twists in the gut.
There's a small rumble of approval as he pulls back. ]
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[ And before York can get out another word he's stepping in, cupping a hand to the back of his head, and pulling him into a kiss. Not the usual sharp hunger of a kiss after their missions, but warm, tinged with something heavier. Something that twists in the gut.
There's a small rumble of approval as he pulls back. ]
For the record? This is real, too.