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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 18:42:24 GMT -5
Adrien wrapped his arms around his neck again, leaning his head against his.
"Oh, Adrian," he whispered. "I want to be with you for the rest of my life."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 18:45:15 GMT -5
"I- that can- ...yes."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 18:46:40 GMT -5
"Ohh, Adrian."
He pulled back and gazed at him, his fingers framing his face, curling into his hair. The moment was too sweet to believe.
"You mean it?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 19:06:31 GMT -5
"I do."
He put his arms around him. It was easier than looking at him.
"I do."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 19:08:59 GMT -5
It was so safe and secure and warm in Adrian's arms.
"Oh, Adrian - " he said ardently. "We'll make it work, I promise!"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 19:15:40 GMT -5
"If you're all right with it, I am," Adrian said, pushing Adrien's hair away from his face with uncharacteristic tenderness,
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 19:22:23 GMT -5
"Oh, I am, I really am!"
Adrien had been this bouncy and excited before only once, but the circumstances had been more like - Adrien, never put so much sugar into your coffee ever again. He had been decidedly less serious than this, and certainly hadn't been overjoyed out of such obvious love.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 19:25:32 GMT -5
"Then what more is there to discuss?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 19:26:37 GMT -5
"Nothing," he said adoringly, almost faint, nuzzling.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 19:31:03 GMT -5
In the kitchen, the kettle began to wail.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 19:40:12 GMT -5
The teakettle's screaming was like a sign from Mary herself, telling him, "Go, thou art pardoned. Be a good house-wife!" He smiled against Adrian's throat. This was his chance. He was so happy.
"I'll get it," he said, bounding up, beaming.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 19:43:19 GMT -5
"Adrien-"
His voice came out hoarser than he'd intended.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 19:44:10 GMT -5
"Mmm?" he said as he pulled out of his arms to go, beginning to turn.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 19:59:34 GMT -5
"Just- come here, please."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 20:00:09 GMT -5
"Okay, after tea - "
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