Blue gave a weak smile, leaning into his husband's kiss. "Oh, them. I think they're still adjusting to the mating thing a bit," he said dismissively, pressing himself up against Eivind. "The hormones makes you wolves all crazy. Sig is just a little moody. They'll be back."<br/><br/>He brought up his hands, cradling the sides of Eivind's face in each palm. "You're so fucking handsome, you know that?" he whispered, stroking the thick hair down along his wolf's chin. Bringing their lips together, Blue closed eyes, savoring the flavor of his lover's mouth against his. Sig was right; it would be impossible to hide his relationship status from Lofgren. The beast would know within seconds that his little fuck toy had been mated by another alpha, so why bother restricting himself? Eivind was always comforted when he scented Blue.<i>Let him be comforted</i>, Blue thought, for Blue found solace in it, too.<br/><br/>"Are we going to Hawaii?" Blue asked, playfully attempting to distract both Eivind and himself from the gloom lingering in his chest. "You haven't talked to me about passports yet so it must Hawaii. Which island are we going to? Maui? O'ahu? Do you have a little spot reserved just for us? Our own private little piece of island paradise?" He laughed, running his fingers through Eivind's thick hair, down along the back of his neck. He wanted to touch, felt soothed by the feel of his mate's familiar body against his. It felt as though some of Eivind's neediness had rubbed off on him. Blue had always liked to touch, though he had never required it quite like Eivind did. But now it was all he could do to keep himself from cracking underneath the pressure he had placed on himself. Eivind's body was the only foundation he had to keep from crumbling.<br/><br/>He sniffed, violently willing away any hint of a tear. He tried to remember what Sig said. Lofgren didn't want him dead. But that could change so quickly if they failed.<br/><br/>"This job will keep you busy?" he asked gently. "You'll be gone all day?" Knowing when Eivind wouldn't be home would make it easier for him to figure out when would be best for them to return to Lofgren. The longer he could keep Eivind from finding out a single detail of his dangerous plan, the better.<br/><br/>"Does that mean when you get home you'll be too tired for this?" He snaked his hand down along Eivind's trim form, settling between his legs, rubbing at the handsome bulge beneath his jeans. "That's too bad. I have to spend all day alone and I don't even get apology sex? What kind of husband are you?" he teased, kissing his wolf again. Tasting. Remembering.