[for Grantaire, cont'd.]

Fighting and fucking. Either one was guaranteed to get the blood up, but Edgar had had his share of fighting for the night, especially with Grantaire's offer of something more pleasurable. Hurrying now, he half-ran with Grantaire to his apartment. At times, he reached back and grabbed his hand but would let go if he ran too far ahead.

This wasn't like the last time he'd come home from such an assignation. Last time, he'd gone barreling into Curtis, high as a kite and singing God Save Ireland. Tonight, he's going right to his own unit and unlocking the door so that he can drag Grantaire inside for a hard, hungry kiss.