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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 24, 2009 17:24:40 GMT -5
Adrien licked his front teeth playfully and scooted over the bench seats on his hands and knees to take the drinks from Adrian and set them on the table. Somehow, there was nothing outrageous about even the most provocative things in this setting. Adrien no longer looked like an underaged femme fatale; he merely looked like a little kid copying moves he'd seen elsewhere, and instead of ghastly, it was charming. Relativity does that.
"When there's no cat to bat them around, what else can they do? Come occupy my time, Adrian," he pleaded playfully, in a voice that bordered on a purr.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2009 17:29:27 GMT -5
Adrian set the glasses down, very carefully, and then sat down beside Adrien. He immediately pulled him to his side.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 24, 2009 17:33:00 GMT -5
Adrien put one stockinged leg over his lap and slid closer to him, forgetting that the skirt was riding up. It was tasteless, of course, but Adrien had gotten used to being that, and wouldn't have known how to be anything else.
"Kiss me," he murmured, one hand hovering over the pearls at his throat as though to indicate where, eyes then flickering over to his pleadingly. "Please?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2009 17:37:54 GMT -5
He did, after a pause and a yank on Adrien's skirt to pull it down.
Some things were still publicly unthinkable.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 24, 2009 17:40:12 GMT -5
(Like exposing your gender in a bar like this. Adrian could have fought off anyone who dared suggest he was some kind of a fag, but it would have put a damper on the evening.)
When he had done so, Adrien picked up their drinks and handed Adrian his water. It had been placed in a martini glass, which was generous. It didn't look like Adrian was holding back at all.
Adrien's glass came away with a pretty lip-print on it, nearly drained.
"This is fantastic. Would you like a sip?" he asked innocently.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 1, 2009 17:17:01 GMT -5
"No, thank you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 1, 2009 17:18:33 GMT -5
"You don't even know what it tastes like," he said with a little thoughtful frown... which turned into a deliberate pout, followed by a lazy smile and an "Adriannnn... why don't you kissss me?" in sing-song.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 1, 2009 17:25:37 GMT -5
He sighed with good-natured impatience and leaned over to kiss him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 1, 2009 17:26:34 GMT -5
He teasingly parted his lips so that Adrian could taste the drink on him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 1, 2009 17:31:33 GMT -5
"Adrien-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 1, 2009 17:32:58 GMT -5
He pulled back and looked at him, mascara'd eyes, wide and attentive, asking the question, body loose and comfortable and patient.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 1, 2009 17:41:56 GMT -5
"You're tempting me."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 1, 2009 17:43:54 GMT -5
Adrien beamed, eyes slitting a bit, and pulled himself up to a moderately-more-vertical position to kiss Adrian again, little gloved fingers tracing his jaw and slipping into his hair to hold his head.
When he pulled back, his breathing had deepened considerably.
"Can I get another drink, Adrian?" he asked breathlessly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 3, 2009 18:15:13 GMT -5
"If that's what you'd like..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 3, 2009 18:18:22 GMT -5
"Mmmmm..." Drawn out, as always. "...hm."
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