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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 1:21:02 GMT -5
Adrien had discovered that Crowley was much more enjoyable to watch movies with than Adrian, and would watch more or less anything. They'd watched something called My Fair Lady which Adrien had predictably enjoyed, though with unexpected upsetting reminded-of-Adrian feelings that led him to down a bit more of that awful Scotch than he intended. Then they had ice cream sundaes, which made him feel a little bit better, and ended up dancing again. But this time they were both rather tipsy, much as they'd been the first time they'd danced together.
"Crowley..." Adrien said, running his fingers over his temple, the stem of his glasses, his cheekbone, jaw, and then chin at a delicate, leisurely pace, grinning at him. "We should probably call it a night. But. You mustn't take the couch, not at all. How could I lie in your bed knowing I'd displaced you?"
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 3:13:46 GMT -5
He shook his head. "S'alright. I'm a heavy sleeper. Slept almost a hundred years one time." He stopped. Demon things. Not supposed to say those. "Y'know. Figgeratively speaking."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 3:17:22 GMT -5
His arms snaked around Crowley's waist and he cocked his head.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 3:19:03 GMT -5
He brushed a lock of hair out of Adrien's face. "Anyway, the only way I'm takin' the bed is if you're in it, too."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 3:27:10 GMT -5
He grinned at him and gently tossed his hair. "I was planning on that-"
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 3:30:07 GMT -5
"Oh! Cool. I was kinda hoping for that."
Crowley really wasn't that good at being suave and seductive when he wasn't actively trying. And he knew it, which only made it worse.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 3:31:23 GMT -5
He leaned up to kiss him. To him, Crowley's uncharacteristic lack of suave-ness was endearing.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 3:38:33 GMT -5
He kissed him back. "Shall we?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 3:39:30 GMT -5
"Yes," he said like a promise in a hushed voice.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 3:52:03 GMT -5
Crowley stood up and grabbed Adrien by the hand and walked him to the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of his bed.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 3:54:04 GMT -5
Adrien was a little uncommonly shy, but he was still Adrien, and he brushed this aside in just a moment. What was there to be shy about? He was young, and so was Crowley, and Adrian Veidt was a million miles away. He laughed and bouncily straddled Crowley's lap, kissing him deeply.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 3:59:45 GMT -5
Crowley kissed Adrien back and then moved slowly from his mouth to his jaw and then down to his neck.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 4:01:17 GMT -5
He started giggling, and affectionately ran his fingers through his hair.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 4:18:00 GMT -5
Crowley smiled into Adrien's neck and undid his scarf before tossing it to the side.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 4:20:27 GMT -5
He kissed him again.
"Missed you," he said quietly, smiling against his mouth.
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