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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 11, 2008 16:23:56 GMT -5
"I'll go put on my nightshirt, then," said Herbert, pulling off his shirt as he started upstairs.
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Post by Pina on Aug 11, 2008 16:57:03 GMT -5
**AS AZIRAPHALE BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PAY ATTENTION, APPARENTLY.**
*He watched him impassively until he was halfway up the stairs. There was so much to think about, so much to worry and grieve over, that Aziraphale wasn't sure they could handle it without something to dissipate the heavy cloud...
And there was Herbert, distressed, but trying to hide it, with scars on his bare chest, grey eyes haunted and desperate, and his now shorter hair hanging loose around his shoulders. The angel wouldn't have had him any other way...*
"Wait," *he said, standing.* "Don't get dressed again."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 11, 2008 17:03:00 GMT -5
Herbert stopped and turned to look at him, a small crease of confusion between his brows.
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 11, 2008 17:57:34 GMT -5
*He climbed the stairs, catching up with Herbert easily. With little to no warning, he kissed him deeply.*
"Let's not think about... about anything," *he breathed.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 11, 2008 18:04:14 GMT -5
"Zira, you know I can't-"
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 11, 2008 18:11:14 GMT -5
"You said yourself the pain was gone," *he said, his lips less than an inch from Herbert's.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 11, 2008 18:23:29 GMT -5
Aziraphale was right, of course. The objection had been a knee-jerk reaction, and realizing that the option was now open again made Herbert smile wickedly.
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 11, 2008 18:35:50 GMT -5
"You can unpack later," *he said, pulling Herbert into another kiss.*
Unpack, and worry about guilt and loss and the future... later.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 11, 2008 18:42:18 GMT -5
He felt wonderfully warm and snug against Herbert's bare skin. As Herbert returned the kiss, he felt himself pulling the angel closer and his lips becoming more and more aggressive.
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 11, 2008 18:51:40 GMT -5
*Aziraphale entwined one hand in Herbert's hair, the other gripping the hand rail for balance.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 11, 2008 18:59:00 GMT -5
Herbert took one tentative step up.
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 11, 2008 19:03:08 GMT -5
*Aziraphale followed, reluctant to break the kiss, though he knew full well that the stairs weren't exactly the ideal location.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 11, 2008 19:04:50 GMT -5
He tugged the angel's wrist teasingly.
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 11, 2008 19:09:13 GMT -5
*He smiled indulgently and led the way to the seldom used bedroom at the top of the stairs.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 11, 2008 19:16:20 GMT -5
Herbert laid himself across the bed and tried to look seductive, but after a short moment of this, he seemed to wither a little and turned away from Aziraphale.
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