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Characters: Enjolras and Combeferre
Date: 11/30
Location: Around Keeliai!
Situation: Enjolras and Ferre go on a Date. Perhaps things will happen afterwards. Who knows?
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 just to be safe.

[Over time, it was plain to see that the citizens of Keeliai didn't really care in the slightest about whom was in love with whom. So it had gradually become somewhat common knowledge that Combeferre and Enjolras were seeing each other, some of the friendlier kedan at the clinic and in the streets teasing him from time to time. Due to their comments -- and, well, wanting to spend time with Enjolras -- Combeferre had made some preparations.

There had been dinner, somewhat expertly cooked by him. (Well, there were no explosions, anyhow.) Now, discussion, or perhaps a walk, or whatever they felt like doing. Likely, it would be a mixture of the two. In any case, he is giving Enjolras a small, warm smile and an inquisitive look.]

Well. What would you like to do, my dear?

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Oh quite. I do wish to...ah...

[It's not that speaking of this is awkward, really, but that Enjolras has such a limited understanding of navigating in this area that it still gives him pause in speech.]

Well, to become closer to you. Intimate. I...perhaps this is better discussed at home. It does seem the timing would be right.

[There's a small chuckle, and he is tugging Enjolras back in the general direction of their apartments.]

Perhaps it is best not discussed at all, my love.

[Enjolras's expression, as they head back, is one of completely deceptive innocence.]

Perhaps not in actual words, no.

Exactly my thoughts. [And assuming they return to their apartments without incident, Combeferre will likely be pressing him up against a wall as soon as they make it safely indoors. ~~Away from any nosy dragons.~~]

[Which is something Enjolras is only too happily content to see through, and join in on, ~~personally glad that said dragons aren't learning of any details.~~.]

[Excellent. Do enjoy that hungry kiss, Enjolras. Etienne certainly is.]

[If the gaspy moan into the kiss is any indication, Enjolras is certainly enjoying it, along with the way he's sliding a little closer in there.]

[Combeferre is just pulling back a bit to smile at him.] I am glad we returned here.

As am I. Much too cold outside after all.

My desire to explore winter is, of course, much negated by my desire to properly warm up.

[And he's returning that smile there, and nuzzling Combeferre a little.]

Well, I hope I am doing an adequate job.

I should certainly say so, thus far. You've far surpassed my imagination in these matters, I will have you know.

Oh, have I? Excellent. [But now is the time for another kiss, a bit more insistent.]

Quite.

[He'd never imagined he would enjoy this sort of thing for one, though he'd wanted to test the theory, and then he'd thought it would be a lot messier than it has turned out to be, and well. Neither of those being true bodes very well indeed, so that he's nodding, quite firmly, and melting into that kiss, against Combeferre.]

[Combeferre has certainly done his best to be reassuring in these matters; taken it as slow as Enjolras wishes. For the moment, however, he's giving Enjolras a nuzzle and an entirely enraptured smile.]

You are wonderful.

[If the smile Combeferre is getting in return, and the light in Enjolras's eyes, hinting at something of the sublime, perhaps, are any indication, then he has certainly succeeded in that task.]

And how could I not be? You are with me.

[That smile is certainly not changing.]

Mmm, well. Thank you.

Are you certain that you wish to say that SO early as that?

[Yeah, that smile? It's now a bit of a smirk.]

I'd hate for you to wear it out SO soon.

I can certainly think of ....other ways to show my thanks, I should hope. Otherwise this would all be for naught.

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[He has a point there, certainly. Enjolras is arching an eyebrow in response to that all the same, letting his gaze turn more towards considering than anything else.]

Well then. Lest that become an issue, we may wish to move somewhere slightly more comfortable than the wall, yes?

That does sound appealing. [He gives Enjolras a bit of a grin and heads towards their (mostly shared by now, we hope) room, shrugging off his coat and depositing it on a chair along the way.]

[Certainly mostly shared. Being with Combeferre is really the only way Enjolras is able to get much sleep these days, and if he winds up cuddled against and into him most nights, well, at least he has not heard many complaints about it. He much prefers that to being alone, after all, so now should not be very different. Well, in many ways.

His own coat is coming off as well, and he's following, grin growing on his own face, even as his heart is pounding a little faster in his ears. It's not that he is nervous exactly, okay, so he is, but it's not as though he wants to let that interfere with anything they might do.

As if to convince himself of this, he's pulling ahead a little, grabbing Combeferre's hand and tugging it, as he moves to sit at the bed's edge. ]

I think that this will be....much better for our needs.

Certainly more comfortable. [He is not nearly as nervous as Enjolras is -- that is to say, he, at least, has the benefit of knowing what he is doing. The nervousness comes from wondering whether or not Enjolras will be pleased, whether or not this will continue, and other things of that nature. But he lets himself be pulled, in any case, and settles down beside Enjolras with a small kiss to his cheek -- which then, after a moment and a few tugs, turns to something rather hungrier.]

Oh, I love you.

And I love you.

[With having no idea what he is doing, he hopes a lot of things, that he manages to do it correctly, for one, that Combeferre is, well, pleased with him as a lover, for another, that it does not end as messily as he has heard it can...And that afterwards, they are able to continue their arrangement.]

I think...whatever happens, I will still love you. I also must admit that I have absolutely no idea about...I've done a little reading, but in practice, well. If you would consent to teach me as you have so far? I want for this to be pleasant for you.

[He wants, really, to be worthy of Combeferre, even in this, and to be able to make him feel what Enjolras has felt with him, that sense of...coming to life again, of what it feels like to be bursting with love for a person and not an ideal, that comfortable sense of fitting together. For the moment, though,he's letting himself be carried away by that hungry kiss, parting his own lips and sliding closer with a little moan.]

You hardly even need to ask, my dear. [Of course he will be worthy of Combeferre; it is Combeferre who worries that he will not be worthy of him, that he might dislike it enough that this brief happiness will come to an end -- but he reassures himself with another kiss, and so..some time later, Combeferre's glasses and clothes have ended up somewhere strewn about the room, and he nuzzles close, giving Enjolras a fuzzy blink and a grin.]

[Each bit of clothing Combeferre was wearing that is now on the floor got there after Enjolras asked permission to remove it. Repeatedly asked permission, yes. It was probably a good thing that he mostly fell silent later on, and, well, as a matter of fact,it was not unpleasant by any means. Which leads up to now as he is sliding an arm down Combeferre's shoulder and back, offering a smile of his own.]

Upon reflection, I could certainly experience that again.

[Combeferre? You are a SAINT.]