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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 21:50:04 GMT -5
Adrien, ever the multi-tasker, leaned forward and kissed his neck.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 21:53:41 GMT -5
"You really don't have to do any of this. I'm fine."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 21:55:59 GMT -5
"Let me take care of you for the rest of my life."
He decided to be more aggressively accomplished in the massaging and pressed harder on areas that were rather tender and knotted. Adrian clearly needed it and was also clearly resisting.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 22:01:18 GMT -5
Adrian shuddered, but soon his muscles were unknotting themselves in spite of everything.
"That... thank you, Adrien. Thank you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 22:04:11 GMT -5
This continued for a few minutes longer before Adrien released him and slipped around into his lap, one knee resting on the outside of Adrian's thigh. He kissed his throat, not coyly, although rather pleasantly, and smoothed his hair.
A song came on, and he said against his ear, only speaking idly, "Ohhh, I like this song, I like dancing to it. Mmm, don't you ever dance?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 3:34:41 GMT -5
"I have in social settings, but that's about the limit of my experience."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 10:08:34 GMT -5
Adrien took Adrian's hands and tried to pull him up to dance, beaming at him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 10:22:03 GMT -5
"Adrien, really, this is not my forté-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 10:25:51 GMT -5
"What a relief," said Adrien teasingly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 10:52:55 GMT -5
However, in spite of all protests to the contrary, "not his forté" still meant that he was extremely good at it by non-Adrian Veidt standards. He gave in and put one arm around Adrien, so that his hand was on the small of Adrien's back, and pulled up Adrien's own hand with the other one so that they were in a paired-up dancing position.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 11:00:22 GMT -5
Adrien had figured as much, and wasn't particularly surprised when Adrian turned out to, indeed, be very, very good - thankfully not so good as to stare pointedly at Adrien the whole time, which was a plus. Adrien was good in a particular way - he'd practiced, he was energetic, he was flexible, and he enjoyed dancing. He could shake it like any other young thing, so to speak.
He was also very good at letting his partner lead, although the dress helped considerably. Although it hadn't been intended as a dancing dress, the Meritites costume was perfect as one, swinging about his stockinged legs fantastically.
Absent-mindedly - and rather breathlessly - he sang along to the song.
"Ahll beeld a stairway to paradise, wiz a nu step every day..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 11:31:12 GMT -5
The heavy metallic details on the dress pressed against Adrian's skin through his clothes briefly reminding him of whose dress it really was. He decided to pay it no mind after all.
"For an amateur, your English isn't bad."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 11:33:15 GMT -5
"Ohhh, zank yoo," he said, sounding sincerely touched and pleased, beaming up at him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 11:54:49 GMT -5
Focus on the moment. A long time from now, there will still have been this exact point in time. Take it, keep it, don't think about the future.
He rocked Adrien back a little and pulled him into a wider-open patch of floor.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 12:01:02 GMT -5
After many spins and a couple other songs had left Adrien breathless, dishevelled, laughing and loosely clinging to Adrian's body, he tilted his head back and beamed at him, making a slightly pouty shape of his mouth to prompt Adrian into kissing it.
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