[ Walking up the hill with cloud-cold air still chilling his lungs, Chris finds himself whistling as he goes, drawn to the warm lights spilling out of the many large windows of his house like a moth to a flame.
Toeing out of his boots and shrugging out of his jacket, he leaves the former on the deck and drapes the latter over the back of a chair as he lets himself inside, taking a deep breath to appreciate the smell of cooking and the soft sound of music playing. ]
Honey, I'm home.
[ Loki looking all domestic as he fixes them both plates of food is simply too tempting to resist, so Chris lets himself step in close and wrap his arms around that trim waist, leaning up against Loki's back and kissing his neck as he peers over his shoulder to see what he's doing. ]
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Toeing out of his boots and shrugging out of his jacket, he leaves the former on the deck and drapes the latter over the back of a chair as he lets himself inside, taking a deep breath to appreciate the smell of cooking and the soft sound of music playing. ]
Honey, I'm home.
[ Loki looking all domestic as he fixes them both plates of food is simply too tempting to resist, so Chris lets himself step in close and wrap his arms around that trim waist, leaning up against Loki's back and kissing his neck as he peers over his shoulder to see what he's doing. ]
You know, I think I could get used to this.