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Post by Erik on Oct 30, 2007 22:14:03 GMT -5
*There was that tension, the pull of Julian towards everything in his being, so that he wondered if they might become one if he gave in to it. He wasn't sure what that meant; it wasn't even a thought with words. Just that pull.
He reclined with Julian still in his arms, idly kissing his forehead or touching his side or leg.*
"I want... to be what you need."
*He just wasn't sure what that meant.*
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Post by Julian on Oct 31, 2007 6:43:45 GMT -5
*Julian pressed his face against Erik's shirt, willing it to be skin.*
You are. You always have been.
*He kissed the fabric reverently.*
You are my only need.
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Post by Erik on Oct 31, 2007 9:03:09 GMT -5
((The nethermost hem of thy garment...
I'm wondering where we should go with this; should we go ahead to the Christian-coming-home angst?))
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Post by Julian on Oct 31, 2007 16:30:22 GMT -5
((That would be fine. *hugs*))
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