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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 19, 2009 14:52:41 GMT -5
This wasn't worth arguing. If he pushed the subject, next thing either of them knew Adrien would be wibbling again.
"Never mind."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 19, 2009 15:13:24 GMT -5
Adrien leaned his head against Adrian as he slipped back into his arms again as they approached the club, smiling up at him.
The look-overs they were given as they went in were even less innocent than they would have seemed prior to First Communion's loud impression of them.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 19, 2009 18:16:15 GMT -5
He noticed and instinctively pulled him closer, more protective and- oddly enough- more openly affectionate.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 19, 2009 20:34:06 GMT -5
Adrien noticed this on a subconscious level and was thankful. Who cared that they looked like just another sugar daddy and his cute junkie kid girlfriend, with Adrien half slumped over as he leaned on him adoringly and Adrian affectionate towards him and fixing on everyone not him that aloof superior smile that made them all want to dive for the floor and lick his polished shoes? They were in love. Other people weren't important.
But Adrian was. When they found a seat at one of the side tables, partially hidden by smoke and the press of sequin-bedecked bodies, Adrien slipped up so close to him he might have been in his lap, cupped his hand around Adrian's ear, and whispered into it - more innocently than he appeared to - "I just adore you, you know."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 20, 2009 17:36:38 GMT -5
"You're lucky it's mutual, or we would not be here."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2009 17:38:22 GMT -5
A little gloved hand slipped under Adrian's chin and turned his face towards Adrien's, Adrien practically kneeling over his lap, a knee on his thigh, gazing up at him. "Don't you just put me in my place," he said adoringly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 20, 2009 17:58:38 GMT -5
Adrian turned him around in his lap so that he was sitting on it instead.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2009 18:00:00 GMT -5
Gloved arms slid around his neck.
"This is the best place," whispered a warm mouth against his ear, sounding drowsy and happy and loving.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 20, 2009 18:08:39 GMT -5
Adrian was about to say something when a waiter arrived and asked if either of them would like something to drink.
"Water for me, please," Adrian said automatically.
The waiter raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2009 18:10:03 GMT -5
Adrien ordered a girlish, fruity drink, and licked, with only the very tip of his tongue, Adrian's jaw with a tiny bit of a giggle. The waiter jotted it down and left to get it. He had the cool indifference characteristic of French waiters, and the faint air of dirty money characteristic of those in this bar.
Oh, this would be the best night ever.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 22, 2009 18:40:50 GMT -5
"Adrien-"
He gently pushed the boy's face away.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 22, 2009 18:51:26 GMT -5
He meowed, licking his teeth and beaming up at him happily.
It was really, remarkably telling that even while sitting, legs spread, in Adrian's lap, dressed as the opposite gender and smelling of some subset of Nostalgia better-suited for night, giggling and coy, he was still one of the most light-hearted, fresh-faced, and innocent-faced creatures in the club, an obvious blot of something clean and sweet in a background of soot and smoky decadence.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 22, 2009 19:10:50 GMT -5
He sighed and crossed his arms over him, clearly wanting to be anywhere but here.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 22, 2009 19:13:13 GMT -5
Adrien took it like a slap. His hands slid down Adrian's cheek and shoulder as he tried pleadingly to look into his eyes.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2009 17:16:24 GMT -5
Here we go again.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, and he cemented the sentiment with a small kiss on the cheek.
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