[littl3chocobo]

he woke to the sound of a lock turning and his first thought was a burglar though as the nameless soul stepped across the wood floor he relaxed. feeling long arms slide around him he leaned into it. "you are troubled by something? it is rare you come in the middle of the night" he sighed against soft lips. "you are either lonely or you have gotten bad news, am i correct?" a gentle bite. "bad news, you are going to have to speak soon, i am not trained in reading lips." the hands joined in and he rolled to see the other in the half-gloom of the night. he offered the begging lips a kiss "you are such a child leveau"