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[oom: Cold]

Gorlim is curled up at one end of the couch in front of the fire, face almost hidden inside a furry cloak wrapped around him.

Come wake him up. Or sleep on him. He probably makes a good pillow.

[ooc: Slowtiming at random intervals until later today, but look! Mun's back from the world of theatrical oblivion!]

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"All right," he agrees. It's strange, he thinks, how shy he is all of a sudden -- almost as if they had never been together, as if they were new lovers.

He likes it.

[namo]

"Would you like a warm bath now, Gorlim, or are you content here with me before the fire?" he asks softly, nuzzling at his hair.

Yes, it was as if they were new to each other, and it was thrilling.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He squirms a bit under the cloaks, leaning against Namo. "The warmth would be welcome, I think," he says slowly, fidgeting, wanting to far more than he will say.

[namo]

Námo smiles.

"By yourself?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

His cheeks color slightly -- he isn't prone to blushing the way Lee is, it's not something he's used to, giving himself away like that. "With you?" he suggests with a squeak.

[namo]

Námo feels his own cheeks colouring lightly.

"Not if you do not want to..."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim looks around, fidgets, and darts up to place a kiss on Namo's lips. He says no more, just smiles at him.

[namo]

Námo shifts, slipping off the couch. Once standing, he holds out his hand, just as silent, but the smile on his lips showing his simple pleasure.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He takes the Vala's hand, allowing himself to be tugged to his feet in a stream of fur sliding upwards. He smiles at Namo and squeezes his hand.

[namo]

He gives him another smile when his hand is squeezed, and he leads him slowly, shyly, toward the stairs and his room.