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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 18:14:23 GMT -5
"You're shaking again," Adrian murmured against Adrien's throat.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 26, 2009 18:16:41 GMT -5
"I'm not trying," he whispered back, shutting his eyes after a moment of near-paralysis, as though he had to question whether or not he could entrust himself to this experience, and deciding he left it all in Adrian's hands.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 18:19:08 GMT -5
He leaned against the cushions again and extended one arm away from Adrien to pick up the wine glass he'd set aside earlier. He finished the glass with uncharacteristic speed from someone who typically took an entire dinner engagement to finish one flute of champagne, let alone a larger glass of heavy red wine.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 26, 2009 18:22:27 GMT -5
Adrien reached for his own, uncertainly again but quickly, as though he were willing and eager to follow Adrian's lead through everything, and kept his eyes locked on Adrian's the entire time as he took a sip of his. He hoped the moment wasn't over, but it was the kind of hope that he was willing to leave in the past in order to continue living in the present.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 18:25:30 GMT -5
Adrian coughed- he wasn't used to that much wine going down at once. It nearly burned.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 26, 2009 18:27:23 GMT -5
Adrien's lips were an inch away from the glass in a snap.
"Are you all right?" he asked, sounding as though this little thing seemed a great deal more drastic to him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 18:29:38 GMT -5
"Yes... yes, I'm fine. This is a particularly strong vintage, I'm afraid..."
Adrien looked so dear and so worried for him at that moment that Adrian reached up and stroked his hair to calm him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 26, 2009 18:31:48 GMT -5
Adrien tilted into his touch, concerned lip-worrying still in place.
"Ohhh, well..." Adrien would not have guessed, and did not even now, that he had better alcohol tolerance than Adrian Veidt. "It's a good vintage," he reassured him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 18:35:09 GMT -5
"I'm glad you approve, then."
He knocked over his empty glass as he straightened up again and leaned over to kiss Adrien again, a bit less gently this time, but didn't seem to have noticed anything amiss.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 26, 2009 18:37:13 GMT -5
Adrien was startled by the sudden shift to passion, but, managing precariously to thrust his glass onto the coffee table, he welcomed it anyway, kissing back and allowing, after a moment of thought in a preoccupied mind, his leg to fall across Adrian's lap.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 18:38:29 GMT -5
He leaned his head back to look at Adrien, eyes at half-mast and his mouth curved into a rather lazy, pleased smile, like a cat's.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 26, 2009 18:41:13 GMT -5
And since this was what occurred to Adrien, also, he bit his lip on a bright smile and then meowed again, before starting to laugh, rather softly and privately, lifting a hand to press the back of his hand to his mouth shyly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 18:44:03 GMT -5
Adrian's artificial fingers uncurled alongside their natural counterparts and gently stroked along the line of Adrien's jaw as his hand parted from the boy's lips.
He frowned slightly, for a split second, and then adjusted their position so it was the remaining two organic fingers- the ones with which he could feel- that were doing the stroking.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 26, 2009 18:46:56 GMT -5
Adrien tilted his head and kissed his fingertips. Then he reached up, almost sharply, and took his hand, lifting it to kiss his inorganic fingertips very deliberately. He smiled a little, however, almost apologetically, and kissed the other two again, as they could feel it.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 18:49:13 GMT -5
"...I can't feel with the first three," he whispered, and his voice had the first broken shard of a laugh in it. It was the first time he had ever admitted it.
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