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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 21, 2011 22:04:26 GMT -5
Adrien woke up first, which was not what he'd expected (then again, Crowley'd said he liked sleeping), but which was nonetheless nice. Since Crowley had that eye condition, he didn't really get to look at his face unobstructed much. He traced his fingertips over his browbone, cheekbone, lips and jaw experimentally, then leaned in to kiss his slightly-creased eyelids.
Then he leaned over him to pick up his sunglasses from the nightstand, putting them over his own eyes just to try them on.
He grinned, even though he couldn't see what he looked like, and put them back. Then he cozied up against Crowley's warm body.
He wondered, really for the first time, how old he was. He didn't look very old, and he'd made a few throwaway references to being young in the past, yet he spoke sometimes as though he were someone much older - not generally in the sad, sober way of one who was wise before their time, but just in generally worldly and experienced fashion, which was at the same time more philosophically advanced (and less reckless) than the worldly people he'd met in the past.
He'd have put him at about 25 to look at him, but maybe he was older.
It didn't matter. Adrien had been with older men before and the age wasn't the problem with any of them.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 21, 2011 23:29:41 GMT -5
Crowley shifted as Adrien moved in closer to him and started to wake up. He debated whether he should grab his sunglasses yet or not and decided he was happy where he was with his head on the pillow. He'd just have to keep his eyes closed.
He didn't mind. He'd been doing pretty much the same routine since the Western world had gotten advanced enough that "my mother was from Arabia" wasn't a good enough excuse for having snake eyes. Not that that was an era he missed, but European ignorance had had its advantages.
Without opening his eyes, he put his arms around Adrien. "Mornin'," he murmured.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 21, 2011 23:32:30 GMT -5
"Mornin'," he said sleepily.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 21, 2011 23:33:59 GMT -5
"Sleep okay?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 21, 2011 23:35:21 GMT -5
"Uh-huh."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 21, 2011 23:35:56 GMT -5
"Good. What time is it?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 21, 2011 23:39:24 GMT -5
"9:40."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 21, 2011 23:41:24 GMT -5
"Mm. Good time as any to get up," he said. He kissed the top of Adrien's head and put on his shades.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 21, 2011 23:45:57 GMT -5
He looked up at him and grinned.
"I really need to get more clothes... should have thought of that last night."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 21, 2011 23:50:09 GMT -5
He shrugged. "I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who saw you in that outfit yesterday. We could stop by and let you grab some more while we're out."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 21, 2011 23:52:11 GMT -5
"Well, we can have naked breakfast in bed first, can't we?"
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Post by Crowley on Nov 22, 2011 0:07:58 GMT -5
"Provided one of us goes at least partially clothed to the kitchen. Blinds are open and I'm afraid my neighbors won't appreciate all the beauty we've got here in this bed."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 22, 2011 0:17:08 GMT -5
"I have underwear-"
Women's underwear, but if Crowley's neighbors didn't like it Adrien did not care one whit.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 22, 2011 0:33:16 GMT -5
Crowley laughed. "I've got a whole wardrobe. You want... toast? What do you eat for breakfast, normally?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 22, 2011 0:35:05 GMT -5
"I was thinking of making waffles. We could eat them with ice cream and syrup if you liked. Do you have any berries?"
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