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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 28, 2009 20:25:03 GMT -5
Adrian stared at him for a long moment, green eyes slightly unfocused.
And then he began to laugh.
"Say that again..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 28, 2009 20:28:26 GMT -5
Adrien was almost surprised - well, was entirely surprised - but he pounced and nipped at his throat instead. "Why, d'you want to be my papa?" he asked against his ear. "Because I've never had one. You'll do though."
He whispered it again into his ear before sucking on an earlobe. He'd straddled him while pouncing and the way he rubbed against him would have been indecent in most of the other rooms in the house. There was something almost fawnishly catlike in it.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 28, 2009 20:31:29 GMT -5
*****EPICEST FADEOUT EVAR*****
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 28, 2009 20:33:37 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
Adrien had been on the edge of saying something about "and Micaela can be your little girl", in more or less the same teasing tone, but it had been too hard to keep the train of thought, unique and coy thought it was, under the circumstances that followed.
Afterwards he curled up against Adrian's body, arm folded on his chest and his head resting on his shoulder, with a nearly broody look of post-coital satisfaction.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 10:15:20 GMT -5
It had occurred to him during that there were probably a hundred things a diligent tabloid reporter could have said about this evening, beginning with the drunkenness and climaxing, so to speak, with Adrien having called him Daddy.
The safer course of action to take was to just ignore this, and so he did, while planting a small kiss upon Adrien's cheek for good measure.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 10:27:51 GMT -5
Adrien squirmed closer, relaxed, and sighed, smiling and holding him a little more tightly, letting his eyes shut.
It occurred to him belatedly that they hadn't even had dinner.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 10:29:59 GMT -5
The headache was already beginning to rear its... ugly... head.
(Was he really so bad at thinking up turns of phrase when he was like this?)
Adrian pressed a hand to his forehead and winced slightly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 10:31:15 GMT -5
Adrien noticed, possibly intuitively because he couldn't quite see his face.
"Would you like me to get you something?" he asked gently. "A glass of water, or an aspirin?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 11:01:21 GMT -5
"I don't have any aspirin," he muttered. "It damages the liver."
He paused and added, somewhat bitterly, "Of course, so does alcohol..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 11:03:50 GMT -5
Adrien was appalled, but he scooted upwards to kiss him on the temple. "Would you like a massage?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 11:07:29 GMT -5
Adrian lifted his head just enough to look at him more properly.
"And you're doing totally fine now, aren't you? My God..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 11:09:25 GMT -5
"Shh, I'm French," he said soothingly, petting his hair.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 11:10:29 GMT -5
"And I'm German," Adrian reminded him. "We're supposed to drink beer like water."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 29, 2009 11:14:24 GMT -5
"You're not really," he said. "You don't live or act like it. I do all the things a French boy is supposed to do. And I drink. A lot. So." He never once stopped his petting.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 29, 2009 11:17:50 GMT -5
He tilted his head slightly and began to laugh again.
"No... I suppose I'm not."
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