Basilisk Alcove B2, Tuesday evening

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Johnny led Ronan into his cabin, glancing over his shoulder at him before he led him further back, towards his alcove.

Upon entering, he smiled a sheepish grin at seeing the helter-skelter of the place. He wasn't exactly the neatest person in the world. Or his world. But he was sure Ronan wouldn't mind a few pieces of clothing having been tossed here and there.

Turning to face him, he shoved his hands in his back pockets, "So..."

(For Ronan, obviously, and it is fine to say that Ronan was here, but conversation and whatnot NFB & NWSish.)

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[not_in_the_book]

Ronan totally didn't mind. He'd been known to have a few things strewn around his own room in the past.

"So. Yeah. Uh, give me a second, I'll get that field up." It was a matter of only a few seconds; the spell sprang fully-formed into his mind, and it was simply a matter of releasing it and closing the Wizard's Knot to protect the alcove from anyone (and any squirrels) spying. "There, we're good."

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Grinning, Johnny sat down on the edge of his bed, "I'm thinking I might be envious of you, Ronan."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan grinned. "Thank you." He made a motion to sit down on the bed, but hesitated, waiting for some semblance of permission.

(OOC: Am watching House, I'll be a little bit slower for about forty minutes.)

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"By all means," he indicated the bed with the lowering of his eyes, then looked back at Ronan, who was still glittery.

Johnny was finding a newfound appreciation for glitter. Despite what he might think come tomorrow.

(as am I, so no worries.)

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan joined Johnny on the bed. "So. We were... ah." He swallowed. "We were going to talk."

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God, there was that feeling again!

He stared at Ronan, at his mouth, down further, "Yes, we were."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan followed Johnny's gaze. "I, uh..." His hand came up to brush Johnny's arm, where it might dislodge some glitter if Johnny let it touch.

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Johnny wasn't going to keep Ronan from touching him, if that is what he wished. So glitter did in fact, brush away when his hand fell on his arm. "Yeah, so..."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan's hand brushed up Johnny's arm. "I could make you glittery like me," he said, finally. "It'll only last a couple of hours before it wears off."

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"All right," he agreed, his tone low. But he was second guessing himself and with a questioning arch of his brow at Ronan, Johnny reached over, wanting to touch him again.

[not_in_the_book]

And Ronan was totally good with that; if Johnny wanted to touch him, he could go right ahead.

He spun the spell quickly, and held it ready to release, giving Johnny one more chance to change his mind before letting it flow over him.

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Johnny's hand splayed over Ronan's chest, gliding down and over the fabric of muscle; the smooth skin where the glitter seemed to be one and the same with each other.

He met his eyes and nodded.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan released the spell, and it spread across Johnny's skin, the lightly glowing words of the Speech dancing as they went; even though a non-wizard usually can't see an active wizardry, Johnny has a bit of an advantage as this one's being done on him.

Where the words touched, glitter spread, until his entire torso and arms were covered in it, beneath the upper layer of glitter he'd applied himself. As the words came back together, gathering at the center of Johnny's chest, Ronan reached out and brushed his hand up Johnny's torso, gathering the words and ending the spell.

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Johnny was no less amazed this time than he had been earlier, out at the campfire. Inhaling sharply at Ronan's touch, he looked down at himself, at his arms, and then he covered Ronan's hand before he could draw it away. "Incredible," he breathed huskily. "Totally incredible."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan's breath caught; the warmth from Johnny was radiating up through his hand to his arm. "It's nothing," he said, finally. "Just a simple manipulation of how some of the skin cells handle light."

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"I know that I can't do it. I know a lot of people that can't do it," he said, admiring Ronan's own glittered body.

But there was something that he could do and he slowly did it now; Johnny allowed his body temperature to rise considerably while he stared at Ronan, his eyes fixed upon his mouth. He was not burning to the touch, obviously, but he was more than just warm. With his hand still holding to Ronan's, Johnny began to move it slowly downward, over the taut ridges of muscle that made up his torso and lower stomach.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan gasped as he felt the heat radiating up through his hand, and he leaned in, bringing himself closer to the source of the warmth. His legs were getting close enough to touch against Johnny's.

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Johnny wouldn't mind the contact when it came, and in fact, he turned slightly, angling his body more so that he faced Ronan more directly.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan leaned in more, his free hand coming up to rest on Johnny's neck. "You are so incredibly hot," he said.

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"I know," he whispered, leaning towards him more while he moved his free hand to Ronan's hip, allowing his fingers to curl around and press in.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan leaned forward, just close enough, his hands at Johnny's chest and neck, that if Johnny wanted to kiss Ronan, he could.

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Johnny was staring at Ronan's mouth; it was full, tempting, and he felt himself being drawn to it. Slowly he came forward, tilting his face enough so that he could brush his lips softly against Ronan's. The contact was enough to elicit a small moan from Johnny.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan leaned back from the first, initial soft kiss, his eyes meeting Johnny's, his breath heavy, before leaning in again, kissing Johnny back, more force behind this kiss, more hunger.

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Definitely more force. Johnny's hand found the back of Ronan's head and he pulled him closer, parting his lips to taste of and explore Ronan's mouth.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan let his tongue tease itself into Johnny's mouth, moaning softly at the taste and the warmth.