For Shay‘s birthday, I’ll be preparing a private celebration for him in Fort Arsenal. Nothing too fancy, just a good meal, good wishes, and good company (perhaps his Templar friends or the Finnegans would like to join).

The peak celebration begins once the guests have left. How I’d cup his face gently and keep my eyes on him as I tell him how much I love him and all the things I’m proud of him. Pouring all the love and support for this gorgeous man ’cause he deserves it for all he has done.

Making love would be done passionately in front of the fireplace. Gaze locking with each other, skin to skin, exchanging warmth and displaying raw emotion. Nothing else will matter in the moment but us. My smile, his laugh, my nails, his teeth – lustful cries echoing in the dim room, and sweat-slick skin marked by breathy ‘I love you’.

Confession [@redara]