He nods, a little sadly. He turns away to shed his over tunic, stripping down to linen undershirt and light trousers. Enough to feel the warmth and touch but not so much to pressure Athelstan for more than that. Unless he wants it.
He peels back the sheets and stretches out on the bed, holding his arms open to Athelstan.
His ache for contact is almost painful, the need to be held.
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Date: 2015-09-29 10:15 am (UTC)He peels back the sheets and stretches out on the bed, holding his arms open to Athelstan.
His ache for contact is almost painful, the need to be held.