[Harry cannot have it both ways. He cannot quiet John in hushed tones and trail magic across his body. That is not fair, and is clearly asking far too much. A full-body shiver breaks over John, and he completely fails to swallow the sound clawing its way out of his chest. It may not be fae glamour, but it is ironically enough so much harder for John to shake off.
He would stay under this spell gladly. To hell with anything else; Harry's very presence is a balm John hadn't known he wanted until now. This is so risky he can feel the adrenaline fighting with the joyful heat in his blood. Magic coating him like a net, and John's fine to fall like this. He's already doomed to this wizard being his ruin, and this is the best way to go.
It's only Harry's snatch of singing that pulls John out from under his command. It's impossible to not react to that, and John's eyes pop wide, surprised at just how ridiculous Harry Dresden can be.
John laughs, low and deep, before moving. His hold on Harry goes tight and with a lift and push, John sends him back against the bed. His legs dangle off, long and gangly with endearingly striped socks on his feet.]
You are really too absurd to exist.
[Christ, and he can still feel the warmth clinging to him tangibly. That feeling will haunt his dreams for weeks.]
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Date: 2012-11-23 07:16 am (UTC)He would stay under this spell gladly. To hell with anything else; Harry's very presence is a balm John hadn't known he wanted until now. This is so risky he can feel the adrenaline fighting with the joyful heat in his blood. Magic coating him like a net, and John's fine to fall like this. He's already doomed to this wizard being his ruin, and this is the best way to go.
It's only Harry's snatch of singing that pulls John out from under his command. It's impossible to not react to that, and John's eyes pop wide, surprised at just how ridiculous Harry Dresden can be.
John laughs, low and deep, before moving. His hold on Harry goes tight and with a lift and push, John sends him back against the bed. His legs dangle off, long and gangly with endearingly striped socks on his feet.]
You are really too absurd to exist.
[Christ, and he can still feel the warmth clinging to him tangibly. That feeling will haunt his dreams for weeks.]