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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 5, 2009 18:57:14 GMT -5
"Oh."
That had obviously not occurred to him. "Um."
He looked over at hiim guiltily. He did not want to put Adrian in an uncomfortable position, of course, but he himself had been in a very uncomfortable position from the start.
"Well, I could always tell them that I asked you to..." he said guilelessly, clearly completely serious. "I mean... well," he went on, changing the subject, obviously thinking there was nothing inappropriate with what he said, and probably he thinking he was being quite persuasive, "it's really a lot to pay a renter."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 6, 2009 16:04:56 GMT -5
Adrian's mouth worked around a bit as he tried to think of something to say.
"You... I think you've rather surpassed merely being my renter at this point," he said uncomfortably.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 6, 2009 16:08:53 GMT -5
Adrien looked startled and then, posture changing in a way it was hard to pinpoint precisely where it had begun, so touched and still that he might have thought moving would break the moment and make those words untrue.
"I - that is... really?" he asked softly, the barest undertone of unexpectant hopefulness in the words.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 6, 2009 16:10:41 GMT -5
"It certainly wasn't planned, but... you're a very difficult boy to distance oneself from, Adrien. I expect you've been told that before."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 6, 2009 16:12:00 GMT -5
Adrien paused to think about it and then shook his head.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 6, 2009 16:15:26 GMT -5
"Really?" Adrian asked, tilting his head thoughtfully as he turned away to dress and then remembered that he had managed to fall asleep still fully clothed from the waist down. "Then it seems to me that you have been regrettably underappreciated."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 6, 2009 16:18:59 GMT -5
Adrien flushed and smiled. "Thank you," he said softly, shyly buttoning his trousers. He paused to brush back his hair, momentarily forgetting he'd restyled it and carefully hooking the front lock around his finger, trying to get it to curl. "But I don't really think so. I think I'm appreciated. I think I'm pretty good at what I do."
There was no self-deprecating modesty in that. He sounded genuinely, quietly proud. That was just what Adrien expected of himself.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 6, 2009 16:22:18 GMT -5
"Adrien, come here, please," Adrian said, sounding somewhat fondly exasperated.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 6, 2009 16:23:31 GMT -5
He stopped trying to find his socks and crawled over the bed to sit beside him, looking up at him mildly, with a small smile.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 6, 2009 16:28:34 GMT -5
Adrian pulled him up by the wrist, so that they stood facing each other, and looped one arm behind Adrien's waist and across the small of his back while hooking the other under the younger man's chin and tilting his face upwards.
A small smile curved the corners of Adrian's mouth, causing the tiniest of crinkles to appear at the corners of his eyes in a half-hearted attempt by nature to mark his features with at least a weak indication of his true age, and then he shut his eyes and leaned Adrien back in his arms as he kissed him fully, deeply, on the mouth.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 6, 2009 16:33:59 GMT -5
There is for most people a threshold of emotion one's heart can put up with; it varies from person to person, but it's generally accepted that hookers with hearts of gold can take more than most people. Nonetheless, when Adrian swept him into this kiss, Adrien's met its match. It felt as though it fell right out from under him. Or maybe that was the floor.
At first just vaguely tense from surprise, as though scarcely able to accept something so wonderful, Adrien surrendered wholly to him and kissed him back, arms wrapping around him tightly.
Somewhere it occurred to him that this was not the response Adrian Veidt ought to have had considering the harrowing events of last night, of, hell, this past week, but for once he didn't want to question himself about something that was making him genuinely happy.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 6, 2009 16:37:16 GMT -5
It was a long time before he pulled his lips away from Adrien's, and he even after their mouths had parted, he kept his face quite near, smiling more broadly now at Adrian in a decidedly private manner.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 6, 2009 16:38:45 GMT -5
Adrien's fingers traced over his cheekbone, cupping his cheek shyly as he smiled back up at him, exuding gratitude and happiness. Then he pushed them through his hair, smile widening. "Veidt Hairspray not much good against pillows, huh?" he asked softly. "Kissing, either."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 7, 2009 0:19:26 GMT -5
"Well, you know... excesses of emotion tend to be somewhat voiding circumstances."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 7, 2009 19:01:39 GMT -5
"Mmm. Design the mixture yourself, then?"
The slightest of teasing smiles, negated by the warmth in his voice.
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