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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 25, 2009 14:34:12 GMT -5
On the contrary, George was admiring the fall of Nicolas' hair across the cushions very much. The knowledge that he was part of the reason it looked so well was, really, just a bonus.
"I have had more than my share of longing," George informed the violinist under him, propping himself up with an elbow. "And plenty of little bits of madness. You hardly frighten me."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 25, 2009 14:42:22 GMT -5
Nicolas leaned up to take his mouth in a kiss, hands sliding under his waistcoat but remaining over his fine dress shirt. But he pulled back after a moment, having thought of something, and feeling the need to have the last word as long as he could think of something to say. "Who said I wanted to frighten you?"
The next kiss was longer. He moaned into George's mouth and arched into him, his grip tightening over George's trim waist.
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 25, 2009 14:49:38 GMT -5
"Counterproductive," George agreed, or tried to, but Nicolas interrupted him with a dizzying kiss. And after that, well, he decided talking wasn't really necessary.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 25, 2009 14:51:52 GMT -5
"Besides," said Nicolas hotly, pressing his luck, and starting to feel too familiar with George, forgetting all the incongruities between them - that one was mortal and the other wasn't, after all, as he generally forgot with George, "you'd not be afraid of a dead man - mmm - would you?"
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 25, 2009 21:27:43 GMT -5
George gave him a bit of an odd look at this, close-quarters and mouth slightly open as he considered, the tip of his tongue just lightly touching his upper lip in a manner so unconscious that it could only be calculated. Then his mouth closed, his eyes flickered down to the buttons on Nicolas' shirt, and he kissed him again without answering.
Of course he hadn't meant- he couldn't know- hardly anyone had known. Enough, though. Nicolas' morbid sense of humor was not really welcome at the moment- worse still that George had a somewhat twisted sense of humor of his own.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 26, 2009 18:43:44 GMT -5
Wrong thing to say. Nicolas' expression was one of genuinely bewildered but nearly tender concern, and he was about to apologize and ask if George was all right when George kissed him. Nicolas did not know what that meant, but supposed he was forgiven, and kissed back.
He'd caught the glance at his shirtbuttons, but tried to figure out whether or not this meant things should progress as they would have surely done had Nicolas been a young man, also. This momentary realization caused his head to jerk back, but not enough to prevent him from leaning in to kiss George again.
Still, despite the level of passion he could have kept at all night, until dawn called him back to the cemetery, he did not make any move to touch George more than this.
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 26, 2009 20:57:08 GMT -5
George, however, was not so chaste. His glancing down at Nicolas' shirt buttons had been not anything other than something to orient himself with, an excuse not to look at Nicolas for a moment solely to make certain of his expression, but he'd never been what one could call innocent, and he hadn't exactly lived in an environment that had encouraged it. Even with thoughts of his old lover sneaking through his mind, he was determined to enjoy himself, and what could feel more right than running his hands up under Nicolas' shirt, along his chest, then back down to the fastenings of his trousers.... The answer was, George was sure, not much. He pulled Nicolas closer with gusto.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 26, 2009 21:01:23 GMT -5
Nicolas responded rather ardently and eagerly, letting their legs get tangled and slipping his own hands under George's shirt. His mouth moved from George's to his jawline, down to his throat...
Nicolas sat up very suddenly, feeling disoriented.
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 28, 2009 7:35:30 GMT -5
George didn't push himself up so he could look down at Nicolas, but there was the instant whisper, "What's wrong with you?"
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 28, 2009 7:40:42 GMT -5
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 28, 2009 7:59:03 GMT -5
(( Huh. I think if I were to buy anything, I'd buy it from that other seller- the one you got your corset from? They had a lot of neat stuff too. (Although I am tempted by the Pirate Renaissance Chemise.) And I have no idea what size i am numerically. XD ))
George shifted enough for Nicolas to see the dark dart of his eye, pinned on the violinist in some mixture of curiosity and mild amusement- and unseen to the other man, hopefully, some irritation stemming from this anxiety of thought. George did not want to have time to remember, or to compare the slide of limbs; he had slept with men other than his former lover only a few times, and it was difficult not to think of Francis. It was harder still not to think of him on the chopping block. "You don't know? My, that's disappointing. Don't tell me I'm that unmemorable."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 28, 2009 9:05:30 GMT -5
Nicolas licked his lips lazily, looking over George and trying to pay him considerably less attention than he was.
"We... we shouldn't," he said, without a lot of conviction.
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 28, 2009 10:07:39 GMT -5
George's eyebrows rose. "Why not?" He propped himself up again, but made no attempt to shift his weight or move away. Even smiling a little, "Nicolas, don't tell me you have the convictions of a maid!"
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 28, 2009 10:24:11 GMT -5
Nicolas stroked George's cheek and cupped his face, his palm against George's chin. "But you are so very irresistible," he said. "We shall have to get you out in public so that I am able to help myself."
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 28, 2009 10:46:03 GMT -5
He gave a disbelieving snort. "Who said I wanted you to resist?" he asked, as his thumb stroked slow, deliberate circles under Nicolas' shirt.
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