Comments | ascended_being: Orlin's Apartment, Afternoon. [[omg, so NWS]]

ascended_being

Orlin's Apartment, Afternoon. [[omg, so NWS]]

Mar 19, 2006 16:14

Orlin was idly working on his computer to pass time. He really did need to finish fixing it.

Scathadh had been fed earlier, and Orlin had no idea where she was. He should probably go look for her, just as soon as he finished the wiring.
Where Scathadh really is...

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godinakilt March 19 2006, 20:48:59 UTC

Camulus didn't really know what to do with himself. He had woken up. Alone. Had a shower. Alone. Had breakfast without anyone stealing his croissants or sending disapproving looks in the direction of his mid-section. In fact, he hadn't growled at anyone yet today. Sure, he had work to do, but with nothing but work to do it was the last thing that he wanted to do.

So he went next door and knocked on the door.

ascended_being March 19 2006, 20:51:08 UTC

"Come in." Orlin called, buzzing whoever was knocking on his door in without question. "Who is there?"

godinakilt March 19 2006, 21:00:00 UTC

"Who do you think?" Camulus growled in auto-grouch, walking in. Ah, snarling at Orlin made him feel so much better. It gave him . . . direction. Something to do with his life.

ascended_being March 19 2006, 21:01:18 UTC

Orlin spun his spinny chair around and grinned. Ah, a distraction, how excellent.

"Miss me?" He asked instead of getting up, giving Camulus a 'come hither' look.

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godinakilt March 20 2006, 00:55:03 UTC

Camulus used his hips to pin him against the wall as he nipped at his lower lip, then at his jaw, moving lower and kissing and nipping and licking his neck. His hands found the waist of Orlin's jeans, sliding up and under his shirt and his fingers just dipping under the jeans.

ascended_being March 20 2006, 00:59:24 UTC

Orlin pushed into Camulus hands. He was rather addicted to what Camulus did, and made him do. He slung one leg around Camulus waist, both raising himself to better fit against Camulus, and pressing himslef more firmly against his lovers body.

godinakilt March 20 2006, 01:03:58 UTC

Camulus practically ripped Orlin's shirt off, throwing it to one side. Scathadh would inevitably be using it as a nest later on. He ran his hands over every inch of exposed skin now revealed to him as his lips moved back to Orlin's, kissing him deeply.

ascended_being March 20 2006, 01:07:23 UTC

Damn, I liked that shirt Orlin thought to himself, before getting thoroughly distracted by exposed skin.

He then, undraped one arm from around Camulus neck, and slid it down his chest, untill his fingers met with the quilt fabric. He deftly began to remove that annoyance formally known as a kilt.

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