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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 17:47:42 GMT -5
Adrien, perhaps unfairly, took advantage of Adrian's state to put his hands on his shoulders and push him into sitting on the couch.
"Would you say that if you were sober?" he asked, arms folded, making him at first look disapproving, and secondly look as though he were hugging himself.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 17:52:06 GMT -5
"What do you expect me to say?" Adrian demanded, with a recognizable trace of his usual annoyance at being second-guessed. "We both know I am out of my mind right now."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 17:56:29 GMT -5
"This is the most I'm going to get from you, isn't it?" said Adrien with a sigh, making this sound like a response to a surly teenager's summary of their day at school. "Very well."
He put his hands on Adrian's shoulders again and slid elegantly into his lap, cupping his chin with one hand.
"Kiss me."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 17:57:32 GMT -5
He did, and finished it with a second kiss to the tip of Adrien's nose.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 18:00:05 GMT -5
Adrien was beaming, almost shyly, and then leaned in to kiss Adrian. It lasted a very long moment, and Adrien's mouth was loveswollen and red when he pulled back again.
His smile, however, turned into something of a frown as he glanced over him.
"Adrian," he said, in a slightly strained voice, "you've stained your shirt."
When he looked up at him again, he appeared slightly, fondly, exasperated with him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 18:02:19 GMT -5
"So I have," he said, looking down to where the wine had fallen onto his shirt. "What a pity."
He smiled at him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 18:03:29 GMT -5
Adrien sighed, slipped sideways, so that he was beside him although one leg was still draped over his lap, and started to take it off as though he were too drunk to do it himself.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 18:05:36 GMT -5
"In a hurry, are you?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 18:10:39 GMT -5
Adrien looked at him reproachfully.
"There are stains that can wait and stains that can't," he said, patiently, "and red wine can't. Do you have any salt?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 18:13:47 GMT -5
"Adrien-"
He sounded amused, and very fond of him.
"-I don't care."
He finished slipping out of it and looked at it with slightly bleary eyes.
"Consider it a memento."
And with that, he set it aside and kissed him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 18:17:34 GMT -5
Adrien froze and then relaxed completely into his arms, kissing him back.
He was unable to not think of Adrian's earlier statement, however drunken it was. Whether Adrian could ever say that sober, whether or not that held over that long, he didn't want to think of that - he just wanted it to be true. And he thought, just maybe, he could certain that at this moment, it unequivocally was.
"Will you take mine off?" he murmured against his lips.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 18:20:58 GMT -5
Adrian slid his hands down along the line of Adrien's spine, and then reached just barely inside of the waist of Adrien's trousers, where he pulled up on the edge of his shirttail and began easing it upward.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 18:22:42 GMT -5
Adrien barely stuck his tongue out at him. "Tease," he murmured, though he was smiling.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 18:24:35 GMT -5
He leaned forward and kissed him again, this time with a great deal of nibbling on his lower lip, as he finished easing the shirt up toward Adrien's throat, releasing him only to finish pulling it away.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 18:27:37 GMT -5
Adrien took it from him and threw it over his shoulder, slipping a hand smartly between Adrian's legs as though going to head for his waistband, but not doing that in the least.
He leaned in to kiss Adrian's throat. "Fine. Two can play at that," he breathed against his ear, then continuing to kiss him.
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