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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 21, 2009 20:38:19 GMT -5
Adrien stayed on the chaise and waited for Adrian to come back, but he didn't seem to be returning anytime soon, and, brushing away his worry, Adrien decided rather coyly to wait for him on the bed, carefully stripped, and tucked himself in.
He had not realized, however, that he'd had ulterior motives in this decision, and very shortly dropped off to sleep, curled up around a huge fluffy pillow.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 22, 2009 18:11:33 GMT -5
Micaela had been asleep when Adrian checked on her, curled up serenely in her bed with Moo's massive head resting agaisnt her legs. It only took a few moments of looking at her for Adrian to realize that coming to see her had been a mistake- she inspired just as much queasy guilt as Adrien.
Adrien needed a rest himself now, and badly. When he returned to his room, he found Adrien had already fallen asleep.
There was no way he could bring himself to move the boy now. Adrian dressed for bed and slid into it as inobtrusively as he could.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 22, 2009 19:30:51 GMT -5
Sheets slid over Adrien's body and slippery thoughts - feelings, memories - slid over his unconsciousness and bubbled upward. He stirred just slightly as Adrian settled in, however quietly he tried to do it. His hand, resting on the side of the bed, curved upward, twitched. His fingers tightened just a bit.
"Mmm, Roge...?" came the barest of muzzy syllables from his lips as his eyelids fluttered. And then, immediately afterward, his body, which had been relaxed perfectly in sleep, tensed, as something in his subconscious clicked. It knew, and his body knew, that there were penalties for the middle-of-the-night drowsy mention of Marchetti's first name...
Then Adrien tossed his head back on the pillow and opened his eyes, blinking. And he saw Veidt, and his lips curled into a smile. "Oh," he said, it not quite certain whether he knew where they were or what point in their relationship this was. "'S'you."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 23, 2009 15:45:09 GMT -5
"I didn't mean to disturb you. Go back to sleep."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 23, 2009 15:51:22 GMT -5
"Mmmng," came the warm little response, as Adrien shifted in his sleep as though about to get comfortable and then roll over and sleep again. But instead he snuggled closer, tracing his fingers over the buttons of Adrian's top. "Ooh, silk, that's nice, I didn't know you wore pyjamas," came a little murmur that could very easily, once again, be mistaken for the sweet nonsensical things people said before they dropped off.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 23, 2009 16:10:13 GMT -5
"Adrien," he said, running his hand over the boy's hair, "you're rambling."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 23, 2009 16:12:34 GMT -5
Adrien tilted his head into the slid of Veidt's fingers through his hair. "I'll stop," he said, and slipped his bare leg over Adrian's thigh, putting his hands on Veidt's shoulders, and lowering his mouth to Adrian's for very warm kiss.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 23, 2009 16:23:42 GMT -5
He returned the kiss, but it was short, tense; it reflected his state of mind all too clearly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 23, 2009 16:40:44 GMT -5
Adrien didn't quite notice, either because he was rather getting into the moment or because he had gotten used to it and pretended that it wasn't there. "You're so tense," he murmured against Veidt's lips, his own body willing and eager and prepared to alleviate that.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 23, 2009 16:47:41 GMT -5
"It's... there's a lot on my mind that you need not bother yourself with."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 23, 2009 16:48:44 GMT -5
"Can I bother you with what's on my mind?" said Adrien against his jawline as he kissed it.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 23, 2009 16:57:10 GMT -5
"Yes, of course," he said, a little dully.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 23, 2009 16:59:02 GMT -5
Adrien mmmmed and nestled closer, kissing Veidt's throat, his hands snaking downward.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 23, 2009 17:09:36 GMT -5
The little arch of pleasure his back curved into was more or less reflexive- he smiled lightly in spite of himself.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 23, 2009 17:15:35 GMT -5
His hands gripped Veidt's waist and he slid a little higher, tilting his head to kiss Veidt upon the mouth again. The faintest uninvited moan left his lips, muffled against Adrian's.
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