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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 22:46:21 GMT -5
Dinner had been more than enjoyable, and despite Adrian's reservations there had been more ankle-rubbing and hand-brushing than Adrian probably had intended. But how could Adrien resist? The act had at first seemed to be just that, an act - a sophisticated young woman, like... well, like Mag, the only one Adrien knew of, although more flamboyant and less dreamy, who tilted her head and smiled slowly and slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs... But after a while it had become too natural and fallen more or less into the general behavior Adrien took on when behaving like a little French diva. The only difference was that the behavior was even more deliberately feminine than usual.
Occasionally they were glanced at by other diners, which Adrien, precious silverware teasingly resting against his pouty lower lip, returned for only a few seconds as he returned some lazy comment to Adrian. Surely people guessed that they were together. They just wouldn't be able to place Adrien's identity. Yes, going as a girl had been wise. He'd have never pulled it off so well as a boy. Besides, he'd have felt stifled. As they exited, Adrien's hips swaying perfectly, he thought he'd done a rather good job of being convincing.
He was rather proud of himself, in fact, and though he tugged the wig off - the hair beneath looking like a dishevelled pixie cut in the context of his drag - he hadn't yet dropped the act, even though they were in the penthouse and alone now.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 23:03:02 GMT -5
Adrian picked up the discarded wig and set it on the counter, then turned to Adrien and kissed him deeply.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 23:04:42 GMT -5
Adrien giggled. He'd had wine during the meal, not enough to be drunk, but certainly enough to giggle.
He broke the kiss and licked Adrian's lips, then up to his ear, which he nipped.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 23:09:15 GMT -5
"I think this could be another habit," Adrian said, lifting him up. "Would you like that?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 23:18:23 GMT -5
"Which bit?" he asked, bewildered and delighted, and pressing indecently against him. "I smell like Nostalgia now..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 23:24:05 GMT -5
"Dinners on Saturdays."
He pressed Adrien to himself and pulled him back a few paces, a little rhythmically, as if there were some kind of silent music surrounding them.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 23:29:33 GMT -5
Adrien slid down a bit to sink into the rhythm of the sort-of dance. There was a tension between them and it was delicious.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 23:34:55 GMT -5
Adrian leaned back to look at Adrien in greater detail and ended up lightly wiping away some smeared lipstick from below Adrien's parted lips. After a moment, he realized the implications of this and went to wipe his own mouth again, his eyes never leaving Adrien's face.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 23:38:17 GMT -5
"Can we put on a record and ballroom dance?" he asked slowly, gently.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 23:45:30 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I don't own any records in that genre. Did you bring any?"
His left hand snaked down to Adrien's ass as he spoke.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 23:47:35 GMT -5
He shook his head, pouting, and pressing himself against Adrian. "What the hell else can I do with this on?" he asked, exaggerating his petulance, which the smoky eye makeup was very good for, referring to the dress...unless he was referring euphemistically to something else pressed firmly against Adrian. It would be hard to tell.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 23:50:19 GMT -5
The hand moved from back to front and squeezed appropriately.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 23:51:52 GMT -5
Adrien tossed his hair, wrapping his arms around his neck as though back to dancing. "I bet you can't wait for me to wipe this gunk off and get out of these clothes..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 27, 2010 0:02:25 GMT -5
"I don't mind at all..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 27, 2010 9:32:11 GMT -5
Adrien tossed his hair and practically tickled Adrian's chest, coyly. "Yeeeah?" he said softly.
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