He still pouts like a damn cat in a hammock, even now. A wry smirk tugged at the corner of Edmund’s mouth as he watched Reo’s less than enthusiastic expression. “Aw, don’t ya worry, sweetheart. These here worms are a…
Edmund flashed a roguish grin as Reo took his hand, his fingers curling possessively around his lover’s own. “Well, I reckon the Swarm’s got a way of… encouragein’ growth in more than just our numbers,” he quipped, his deep voice…
Edmund stood there, his muscular frame barely contained in the sleek black tank top that clung to his sculpted torso. His golden eyes widened as they fell upon Reo, a mix of relief, longing, and something more primal flickering across…
Edmund blinked, taken aback by Reo’s nonchalant reaction. The hell? He’s acting like this is a goddamn slumber party! “I reckon ya oughta wake up and smell the acid, sugar. Ain’t no time for naps with the Zerg beatin’ down…
Edmund couldn’t help the small, wry smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth as Reo saluted him. Even in the face of imminent danger, even with the weight of the world on his shoulders, the man still found…
Edmund could feel Reo clinging to his back, fingers digging into the muscular flesh beneath his armor as the chaos unfolded around them. The sensation of Reo’s touch sent a shiver down Edmund’s spine, even as the destruction and death…
Edmund could hear Reo’s startled yelp behind him, and he felt a surge of protectiveness mixed with increasing irritation. Of course this damn fool realizes it now, when I’ve already had to drag his sorry ass out of harm’s way!…
Edmund let out a deep, rumbling chuckle at Reo’s playful bow and request for a tour, a sound that seemed to shake the very air around them. Damn, but this kid never fails to amuse me, does he? He couldn’t…
Edmund felt a sudden, sharp pang in his chest at Reo’s words, a sensation that was equal parts warmth and discomfort. Damn, but this kid always did know how to get under my skin, didn’t he? He couldn’t quite put…
Edmund let out a harsh, barking laugh at Reo’s comment, a sound that cut through the chaos of the battlefield like a knife. “Safest place? Fuck, sugar, ain’t nothin’ safe no more, not with the shitstorm that’s bein’ kicked up…