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[dingdongdoodily]

Movies procured and booze gotten, Pickles dropped the paper bags near the foot of the bed before trying to wrestle the TV back into work-mode. He did it rather quickly this time, and popped in the movie.

"I dunno, I haven't seen it fer a while. It's pretty dumb from what I remember, but that means we don't have to pay attention to it." He dug

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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles laughs and curls his arm around Miniver more tightly, before looking over to kiss the poet, deeply, slowly. It was like savoring a fine wine (Though he'd been so jaded he hadn't done that in years).

He finally broke the kiss after a minute, rubbing his nose against Miniver's. He was content. Relaxed. Something he hadn't been in many years, and afterwards probably never would be again. It was good to finally live in the moment, not caring about the future or what happened between now and later. It was just them.

Wordlessly, he dragged Miniver into a deeper kiss than before.

[cheevy]

This is... perfect. And becoming even more perfect as time goes on. Possibly that has a lot to do with the alcohol and the weed, but... but... but...

He was never this happy with Draco. Not even when they were drunk and playful and 'in love.' Miniver un-cocoons his other arm and hugs Pickles close, returning every ounce of attentive affection in those kisses and more. And suddenly there is no future, and no past. There is no scornful blonde ex-lover, there is no dreaded maybe-ending somewhere two months hence, there's not even a cold-morninged tomorrow that would very likely find him huddled by the fireplace again, grumpy and sneezing from autumn dust and pollen.

There's just now.

Now is the best place he's ever been.

[dingdongdoodily]

There it was, that feeling he knew he'd eventually have to actually confess to feeling. He almost felt sick because of it, but it was there. It wasn't big, it wasn't all-encompassing, but it was there.

He pulled away from the kiss to rest his head on Miniver's shoulder and watch the movie, silently contemplating how unmetal he felt just then. How totally squishy and weird and awkward.

Enh, could be worse, he could have ended up hating the guy!

[cheevy]

Miniver knows it's there, too. He's afraid to let himself feel it, afraid to even think it. Once or twice he almost says it, almost ends up babbling through a half-formed thought of I could almost let myself fall in love with you, but each time he opens his mouth and just ends up taking another drink or grabbing that pipe and watching the cheese-ridden movie and he's happy. He's happy in a more deeply satisfying way than he's ever been before.

So he does instead lean closer, hold tighter, give nuzzles and kisses and playful bites and soft mews into Pickles' ear in between onscreen cheese doses. And he lets himself be happy.

[dingdongdoodily]

It was the nibbles and coos that did it for him, he sighed and hung his head for a brief moment, before opening his mouth to speak, and freezing up.

What the hell am I doin'??

"Miniver?"

He stopped there.