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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 16:25:20 GMT -5
He lifted the fork to his own mouth in thought, prongs pressing against his lower lip.
"Adrian, you can't seriously think I wouldn't dare fuck you on the kitchen floor," he said, the potential banality of this statement seriously offset by the soft-voiced seductive tone he was suddenly employing - it helped that he was sitting in his lap at the time, yes. "I would dare fuck you on every floor in this house, and most of the tables, though I think it would take considerably more Saturdays than we got."
((ohgodIjustthoughtoftheAshleeSimpsonsong))
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 1, 2009 16:27:01 GMT -5
((At least you don't imagine "Birthday Sex" every time you think of the later on, um, birthday sex.))
"Would you now?"
He was logging away this information for later.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 16:32:44 GMT -5
((I don't think we've actually planned out their birthdays.))
Adrien leaned forward and tilted his head, rather carefully, and licked Adrian's upper lip.
"Yes," he whispered against his mouth, drawing the sound out into a flirtatious sing-song of a syllable. He barely pulled back, merely tilted his head so that he could suddenly have eye contact and hold Adrian's gaze. When the prongs of the fork gently pressed into Adrian's lower lip, hopefully it would be something of a surprise. "But first... breakfast."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 1, 2009 18:58:37 GMT -5
He blinked. Slow reaction time; that was another reason to avoid alcohol, he decided.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 19:01:45 GMT -5
Adrien cut a piece of egg to feed him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 1, 2009 19:18:40 GMT -5
"I'm not still drunk, you know," he said, slightly ruefully.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 19:19:14 GMT -5
"But I'm enjoying myself so much - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 1, 2009 19:34:33 GMT -5
"You're rather too easily amused."
He took the bite of egg, and absently noted that the seam of where his artificial hand met his flesh was aching this morning.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 19:37:44 GMT -5
Another cut bite. "Which is good for you, considering you have no sense of humor. 'Oh, that poor son of a gun said the next digit in pi was three, well what do you know...!'"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 1, 2009 19:47:42 GMT -5
"I think you'll find several magazines of note reporting exactly the opposite-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 19:51:13 GMT -5
"I've seen you give interviews before. And as a prostitute, let me say that just because you fake something well does not mean that that translates into real life - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 1, 2009 20:03:38 GMT -5
This managed to elicit a laugh.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 20:08:11 GMT -5
"Don't worry. I never had to fake it with you."
But he looked thoughtful at this. They'd never really talked about Adrien as a prostitute before.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 1, 2009 20:15:20 GMT -5
He rubbed his right hand absently with his left as he kissed Adrien just before the ear.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 20:23:39 GMT -5
He kissed his jawline back and then asked, "Back when we first met...what did you think of me?"
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