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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 3, 2009 19:19:05 GMT -5
Adrien's limbs felt numb to him, but he managed to spur himself on to crawl into the doorway, where he leaned against it, holding himself up partially with his hands on it, leaning his mouth against his knuckles. It was agony not being able to see him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 4, 2009 15:07:12 GMT -5
He returned a moment later with the scissors in hand, and patted the top of Adrien's head as he passed.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 4, 2009 15:18:22 GMT -5
Adrien grabbed Adrian's pant leg at the knee, though not enough to hold him back or immoblize him in any fashion, almost as though he was collapsing against his legs.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 4, 2009 15:42:28 GMT -5
"Adrien."
He shut the door and knelt beside him, opening his arms to catch him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 4, 2009 15:44:13 GMT -5
He fell into them and pulled closer, curling slightly, legs tucking under and his thighs pressing against Adrian's legs - as small a ball as humanly possible, and touching as much skin as he could, as though he'd cocoon himself.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 4, 2009 15:50:53 GMT -5
He had completely dismantled the boy. This much was obvious now.
"Adrien, I'm sorry-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 4, 2009 15:54:59 GMT -5
He reached up a hand and covered Adrian's mouth, almost roughly, as though he didn't want to hear it; it was a reflexive movement. But after a moment he merely pressed his fingers to it, and pulled himself up to kiss him, hand sliding along to his jaw.
It was, however, a very needy kiss.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 4, 2009 16:01:34 GMT -5
Adrian returned the kiss as gently as he could, as though afraid the boy were made of glass.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 4, 2009 16:02:48 GMT -5
As he kissed him, he seemed to lose some of his energy, and exhausted, he stopped kissing him and instead burrowed his face against his throat, with a tiny muffled sound like a moan of pain that he couldn't bother to really voice.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 4, 2009 16:06:07 GMT -5
He held him for a long moment in silence. In the office, the phone began to ring; he let the ansaphone take it.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 4, 2009 16:09:31 GMT -5
After a while, he seemed to lose this energy too, and so even though he ceased to hold himself taut in Adrian's arms, it was not as though he had relaxed, and almost as though he'd suddenly gone limp. His forehead rested against his chest. After a moment, he took a careful, long, hitching intake of breath, which was the first indication that he knew he'd sunk against his body and hadn't actually passed out.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 4, 2009 16:13:51 GMT -5
"Do you want to just go home?" he asked after a long pause.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 4, 2009 16:23:10 GMT -5
Adrien shook his head against Adrian's chest, very fervently, and looked up at him with eyes that were almost feverishly bright, and a smile that would have been weak if he hadn't been wearing with so enthusiastically.
"No, no, it's oh - it's okay, I can just stay in the bathroom, I - ohgod, pleasedon't - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 4, 2009 16:35:20 GMT -5
"I'll take the rest of the day off if necessary."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 4, 2009 16:37:27 GMT -5
"...please don't leave me alone," he whimpered.
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