( Nate hits the floor with such exaggerated ham it's a genuine struggle not to laugh. It's become a point of pride to not devolve into cackling whenever they do something like this -- and as well as he's managed to swallow it down in his throat and in his chest, he can't quite stifle the expression on his face.
Nate goes down, Ian goes partway down with him. His back hits the floor, and Ian hovers over him just above his chest, legs gone out long and slipped comfortably between Nate's during the dramatic descent. )
I accept your surrender.
( Announced gravely, before he lowers himself down a little farther on his forearms. Nate's shirt slipped up an inch or two at some point, and he dips in to press his lips against the skin there. )
When historians talk about this day, they'll say you fought bravely 'til the end.
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Nate goes down, Ian goes partway down with him. His back hits the floor, and Ian hovers over him just above his chest, legs gone out long and slipped comfortably between Nate's during the dramatic descent. )
I accept your surrender.
( Announced gravely, before he lowers himself down a little farther on his forearms. Nate's shirt slipped up an inch or two at some point, and he dips in to press his lips against the skin there. )
When historians talk about this day, they'll say you fought bravely 'til the end.