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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 30, 2009 13:35:55 GMT -5
"Yes... of course I do. Come here."
He moved one leg over, to invite Adrien to sit on his lap.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 30, 2009 13:37:54 GMT -5
Adrien - heels and all - went and slipped into his lap, nuzzling.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 30, 2009 13:39:10 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, Adrien. I really am. You believe me, don't you?"
He pulled him closer, almost like a father holding a child.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 30, 2009 13:44:53 GMT -5
He pulled back just enough to nod, sucking on his lower lip, his arms still around Adrian's shoulders.
"But... there's nothing to alter, really, is there? We're doing fine so far?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 30, 2009 13:47:05 GMT -5
"So far, yes."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 30, 2009 13:51:31 GMT -5
He pushed his fingers through his hair.
"I don't want you to send me away or something," he said quietly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 30, 2009 13:53:30 GMT -5
"Adrien, no..."
He sighed. He didn't feel much like eating now.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 30, 2009 13:54:46 GMT -5
"Even if it's just so we can be more distant," he continued. "I mean. I'll do whatever we have to do. But in private, Adrian..." He looked at him meaningfully. He was serious as opposed to distressed.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 30, 2009 13:55:27 GMT -5
"I love you," is all that he said.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 30, 2009 14:00:19 GMT -5
He smiled. "That's all I..." He corrected himself, and kissed Adrian on the forehead. "That's more than what I need. I love you."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 1, 2009 13:21:53 GMT -5
"Is this habitual too? Playing house?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 13:23:51 GMT -5
"I'm not playing," he said, with a frown. "Playing would involve, oh I don't know, full dress. And cookie batter, and licking the spoon, and making it on the kitchen floor."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 1, 2009 13:33:06 GMT -5
"You wouldn't dare."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 13:37:04 GMT -5
He looked momentarily confused, and then leaned forward and kissed the corner of Adrian's mouth.
"Making love on the kitchen floor, Adrian," he said. "But why would I need to make cookies, I'd like to know, when you haven't even eaten breakfast yet."
He turned and picked up Adrian's fork to feed him again, even while sitting in his lap.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 1, 2009 14:11:49 GMT -5
"I know precisely what you meant, Adrien."
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