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Post by Erik on Dec 8, 2008 17:56:23 GMT -5
Continued from: Houseguest!Valentine out of the way (for now), Erik wondered if Mortimer would resume his uncomfortable line of query. He did not have long to wait, though at the moment he was tinkering with a score he was working on.
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 8, 2008 18:08:10 GMT -5
Mortimer knew not to disturb Erik when he was working on his music...but this was so terriby important, and he had not been able to get the answers he needed before Valentine had woken up. So now, he stood by quietly, with his hands folded behind his back so that he wouldn't grasp at Erik or his work. Ocassionaly, while he waited, he would hum out his cello's strain.
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Post by Erik on Dec 8, 2008 18:11:45 GMT -5
Mortimer's hum was not distracting, but it did infringe on Erik's work only inasmuch as he noticed. Which was unusual for him; at times, he was so engrossed he did not "emerge" for weeks at a time. But he could sense the little creature's anxiety, and some time after it started--longer than he thought, really--Erik finally looked up to see Mortimer being very patient, in his way.
"Mortimer," he said vaguely, shuffling the papers together. "Is something wrong?"
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 8, 2008 18:22:48 GMT -5
The creature took that as an okay to interrupt Erik and he padded over to climb into the man's lap wiith a sort nod.
"Finish telling about make-love."
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Post by Erik on Dec 8, 2008 18:33:43 GMT -5
Erik dropped the papers in a bundle and shifted to make more room for Mortimer. "Right," he said, somewhat reluctantly. "Where were we? You'd asked how one knows they wish to make love, or someone wishes to make love with one, correct?"
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 8, 2008 18:38:47 GMT -5
He nodded again and twisted his poor hands into Erik's coat, listening intently.
"Yes. And is okay, yes? Like Eriik, Julian."
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Post by Erik on Dec 8, 2008 18:46:00 GMT -5
"Certainly it's 'okay,'" Erik said, feeling very hip. "But Mortimer, may I ask why you're asking? Are you... anticipating making love anytime soon?"
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 8, 2008 18:50:10 GMT -5
The little man blushed and spoke to Erik's buttons. "Don't know--'s why am asking. Erik will tell, yes?"
He thought that perhaps M. Valmont might like to engage in that with him, but he was unsure. And he wasn't about to mention that to Erik as his caregiver already disapproved of his friend.
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Post by Erik on Dec 8, 2008 18:59:23 GMT -5
Erik watched Mortimer quietly for a moment. Something was up; was it Valentine? Being quite well acquainted with Mortimer nude--in various forms--Erik thought the trouble he could get into was minimal. Physically, that was. Emotionally... well, he would have to trust him.
And rip the heart out of anyone who hurt him.
"Erik will tell," he sighed. "But either is hard to explain. Generally, I suppose, you know you wish to make love when... when your body responds to the touch, or thought, of another person. Your heart beats faster, you feel excited, and you want to be closer to that person than ever before." Simplistic, perhaps, but how did you explain something like that? For Erik, who had been denied that right for so long, it was perhaps more concrete but even he had trouble describing something that he'd felt so acutely for so many years.
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 8, 2008 19:11:11 GMT -5
"Hm...but Mortimer feels like that with Julian, Erik...but not f' make-love with." the idea seemed strange and unfitting to him.
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Post by Erik on Dec 8, 2008 19:15:43 GMT -5
"Hmm," hummed Erik. "It's difficult to say, Mortimer. The line between the two is difficult to determine. When you want to make love, I believe you'll know it; you feel as though you cannot get close enough. Most of us, I think, feel it in our groin. You may not understand what exactly it is you want; Erik did not, at first. Just that he wished for something more, something he did not have. But it wasn't food or shelter, and it wasn't even friendship."
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 8, 2008 19:22:14 GMT -5
"What's groin?"
He shifted on Erik's lap and settled closer, trying not to upset the papers that were around.
"And how to know if someone else wants f' make-love?"
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Post by Erik on Dec 8, 2008 19:31:00 GMT -5
Erik still could not believe he was having this conversation.
"Between your legs," he said, indicating the proper location on his own person. "The dangly bits are helpful to letting you know, if you have them. And that leads to your next question; if it's a man, his will indicate his interest. Women are more difficult; but either way, people generally look at you a certain way, breath heavily around you, or look flushed. It doesn't always mean they wish to make love; they may be embarrassed or afraid. Humans only have a few ways of reacting to things, I'm afraid, and they're somewhat similar. They may touch you in a way that seems more-than-friendly."
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 8, 2008 19:43:38 GMT -5
He nodded, thinking now that he had part of his answers.
"What about Mortimer? No...phallus. How to make-love?"
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Post by Erik on Dec 9, 2008 0:48:36 GMT -5
Erik had actually thought idly about this conundrum before. "Well," he said slowly, trying to gather his thoughts. He was one of the least-likely people to teach anyone about this sort of thing. Though of course he was masterful in all he did. "I suppose you'd have to be very clever. Making love, traditionally, occurs between a man and a woman. But men do it together, and I suppose women, too, all the time. They find a way. I suppose you would just... do as came naturally, and felt good. Erik cannot tell you what that might be."
He peered again at Mortimer. "Has someone been making you think these things, or just Erik and Julian?" It wasn't that he felt Mortimer incapable, though it made him uncomfortable considering his own childish relationship with the creature. But he knew Izame had been around for a very long time. And was not sure why had hadn't learned more of this. But then... Professor Jamison had been "broken," and had died. Perhaps Mortimer really hadn't had anyone else.
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