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[rattlingthestars]

You think I trust you that much?

[ Jim absolutely does trust him that much, but it wouldn't be Jim if he didn't tease. ]

I don't want to keep it crooked, c'mon.

[swatsflies]

I know you do.

[ He says it without any hesitation. ]

And if you don't...I think I can persuade you, Stars.

[ He hopes he can at least. He presses a kiss against his hair and then lets him go to locate scissors from his stuff. ]

[rattlingthestars]

With my life.

[ That part is dead-serious and immediate, because it's true. The mischievous little twist of Jim's mouth that follows after, though... ]

But not sure if I do with my hair. Convince me.

mourns the tag I had finished and lost

[swatsflies]

Huh? Isn't that backwards?

[ But that mischievous look has his mind going back some where else. ]

You trust me with the rest of your body, Stars.

[ Teasing a bit as he wraps his arms around him to give him a squeeze. Especially certain places near these teeth.

Totally talking about the neck here ;) ]

[rattlingthestars]

In this place?

[ Hair has taken Jim a lot longer to grow back than coming back from the dead, after all.

The rest of what he was going to say goes completely out of his mind at Zell's implication.

That and his teeth. ]

Guess you're right.

[ He clears his throat. ]

But maybe it can wait?

[swatsflies]

[ He almost snickers at that, but then he sees that look and all of his thoughts screech to a halt. He might have started it, but he didn't expect Jim to go with it. Wrapping his arms around him to plant a kiss against his shoulder. ]

Yeah, it can wait. Maybe I'll wear you out first, Stars.