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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 11:20:28 GMT -5
Adrien bent down to kiss him gently.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 11:24:44 GMT -5
He pulled him toward him and kissed him ever more deeply.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 11:26:13 GMT -5
"Mmmmm - "
He slid into his arms again contentedly.
"I could stay here with you forever."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 11:27:17 GMT -5
"Yes, well..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 11:29:19 GMT -5
"Oh - " He said quickly, heart racing, suddenly realizing what he'd said, flushed. " - I don't mean I'm going to, just that it was, I'm really, and - "
He swallowed and turned his head, so that his face was half-pressed against Adrian's chest. "It was a good date," he mumbled almost inaudibly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 11:31:16 GMT -5
"Adrien," he sighed, "I'm in no hurry to be rid of you. I meant that circumstances may render this relationship difficult, is all-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 11:32:51 GMT -5
"I knowIknowIknow," he said, wishing desperately that he'd never said anything, and closing his eyes.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 11:47:51 GMT -5
"Stop it," he said firmly. "I love you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 12:00:39 GMT -5
Adrien embraced him. "Oh, that's nice," could hardly be made out, as his mouth was firmly pressed against his skin, and he wasn't speaking very loudly anyway.
But he did open his eyes, thinking about something that appeared to still be worrying him, despite this recent reassurance.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 12:08:33 GMT -5
"Adrien?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 12:09:54 GMT -5
He sat up and brushed his hair out of his eyes, giving Adrian a tired but sincere smile.
"It's all right. I'm going to go bring my suitcase in, okay?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 12:11:01 GMT -5
"Don't mind me- I'll be here waiting for the room to stop looking as though it's full of gas leaks."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 12:19:22 GMT -5
He laughed softly and kissed him again as he slid out of bed, not seeming to mind if he was nude, or to notice.
Slipping out of the room, he went back to get his suitcase and then came in, crouching beside the bed to open it and pull out his pyjamas and tug them on. He pushed aside a few other things and then rested back on his heels.
After a moment, he said, "Adrian?", looking towards him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 12:20:22 GMT -5
"Yes?"
He sat up and leaned against the headboard, with one hand briefly clenching the bridge of his nose.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 12:21:49 GMT -5
"Do you remember the night we first met? When I lied and said I was a journalist?"
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