Ash turned a little, into Ganymede's side. His hand cupped the side of his face. Lightly he brushed his thumb over his cheek bone. "I always liked blue. Like the ocean." His nose bumps against his lovers. "Now? Brown. Deep, dark brown. Warm and sultry. The color of your eyes. The freckles on your nose. Your hair when it's fanned out on the bed catching the last rays of light."