Weimar and Vichy get past first base maybe part 1
[12:19am] • Weimar is obliviously cleaning glasses in the Silhouette, since he keeps inviting people over for drinks
[12:20am] • Vichy comes in and watches quietly for a moment
[12:21am] • Weimar smiles. "Hello, shatzi. Would you like anything?"
[12:21am] Vichy: What have you got on hand?
[12:22am] • Vichy isn't too picky about drinks tonight, more interested n the company
[12:26am] • Weimar chuckles a little. "It's a bar, love. We have everything on hand." But he pours Vichy a glass of dry white cabernet.
[12:27am] Vichy: Yes but you know what's on hand for good customers, like me.
[12:27am] Weimar: Does it meet with your approval?
[12:28am] • Vichy swirls it and takes a sip. "Of course it does."
[12:30am] Weimar: Good to know.
[12:30am] Weimar: How are you today?
[12:33am] • Vichy gives him a wide smile, not the thin scraps from before. "Well. You?"
[12:34am] • Weimar smiles back at him, broad and delighted to see it. "Also well. Catching up with old friends, dancing with my darling, enjoying your fabulous party..."
[12:35am] Vichy: I saw. *chuckles* Speaking of, there's still some guillotine if you wanted. The other France didn't like it very much.
[12:36am] Weimar: I know, poor thing. Leave it out, I'm sure the brat pack in this place will gobble it up soon enough.
[12:37am] Vichy: A few months later and he would have found it all quite a grand joke, but it's all too raw for him.
[12:37am] Vichy: Let's have a slice together?
[12:38am] Weimar: Sure.
[12:39am] • Vichy cuts a slice for them. "I don't know how it will pair with the wine..."
[12:40am] Weimar: It's not too fruity, but cabernets are flexible, and whites are alright with pastry. It should be fine.
[12:41am] • Vichy smiles. "What would I do without you?"
[12:41am] • Vichy fishes out some forks and hands him one, leaning close for a kiss
[12:43am] • Weimar kisses him happily. "Please, you know your taste in wine is better than mine. It's one of your vintages. You just humor me so I feel like a decent barmaid."
[12:45am] • Vichy kisses him back for a long, precious moment. "I don't humor you in anything." Holds up a forkful of cake for him.
[12:49am] • Weimar just gazes at him adoringly and leans over to eat the cake off the fork; he doesn't make a /show/ off it, but there is a certain amount of sensuous lip-licking that a girl like Weimar just can't resist, no matter how chagrined the smile it's paired it with.
[12:51am] • Vichy laughs. "Minx." He leans forward and kisses him, tongue slipping out to taste him and the cake
[12:52am] • Weimar blushes a little and manages to swallow the cake before savoring the delightful chance to suck on Vichy's tongue, one hand coming up to stroke France's jawline gently
[12:54am] • Vichy cups the back of his head, pulling him into the kiss, letting his tongue slide into his mouth
[12:54am] • Weimar groans softly, sinking into the deeper kiss with a particularly /devoted/ enthusiasm
[12:55am] • Vichy pauses and looks at him with a smile. "Is there something you would prefer to cake?"
[01:02am] • Weimar pets Vichy's hair softly. "I will enjoy anything you wish to share with me. You know that."
[01:02am] Vichy: I want to share more with you.
[01:02am] • Vichy quietly, shyly. "I've...become less afraid."
[01:05am] • Weimar lets out a breath in a quick, shaky rush, his chest clenching and his heart beating double time in joy and want and nervousness all at once, because he isn't any less afraid at all. "I guess I should be on the other side of the bar, then," he murmurs, a little shakily, a little stunned that this could actually happen.
[01:07am] • Vichy offers him a hopeful, open smile. "Unless you want me to come back there and join you?"
[01:08am] • Weimar laughs and shakes his head. "It's not terribly comfortable back here. But there's a couch in my dressing room, if...if you'd like?"
[01:11am] • Vichy holds out a hand to him, squeezing their hands together. "I...I was able to be with someone and it...I want to share a moment like that with you. I want to try."
[01:15am] • Weimar takes his hand as he comes around the bar and heads for the dressing room, squeezing back. "I'm honored," he says, because he truly is. He kisses France again, intensely if not deeply. "You are. So lovely."
[01:21am] • Vichy returns the kiss with equal intensity, arms wrapping around him, bodies pressing together. "I owe you so much..." Another kiss. "But that isn't why I'm doing this."
[01:26am] • Weimar kicks the door behind them and lets them stumble onto the couch, pulling France down on top of him, embracing him closely. "You don't owe me anything, schatzi. But I want to love you as much as you can let me."
[01:28am] • Vichy kisses him, "This isn't about paying debts; we've had too much of that. But you have given me so much that I had lost. And I want to love you in every way."
[01:50am] • Weimar kisses him deeply. "Whatever you wish, schatzi," he promises.
[01:57am] • Vichy sprawls out on the couch, pulling Weimar with him for another kiss.
[02:01am] • Weimar kisses him eagerly, achingly, his hands stroking through France's hair and then moving to stroke his thin chest under his shirt, tentative and appreciatively.
[02:06am] • Vichy finds it so easy to relax into his warmth and touches, ones that are gentle and giving instead of intent on taking.
[02:12am] • Weimar caresses him less hesitantly as France relaxes and doesn't stop him, lingering and stroking the elegant planes as he savors the long kisses.
[02:14am] Vichy: (what is he wearing right now?)
[02:15am] Weimar: (Uh probably a shirtless under an open suit jacket, a skirt and hose. That's what he mostly wears.)
[02:16am] Vichy: (gotcha)
[02:16am] Weimar: (And like, period-panties that are a little frilly but cover plenty by modern standards)
[02:17am] • Vichy places a hand on Weimar's chest, slowly running his fingers over the skin, exploring him. The touch is hesitant, but he won't stop.
[02:18am] • Weimar 's breath hitches a little at the touch, licking his lips and gazing at Vichy in encouragement.
[02:23am] • Vichy flattens his hand over the planes of his chest, slowly bringing his fingers down to investigate a nipple
[02:24am] • Weimar pants softly, closing his eyes and humming as he enjoys the small attentions.
[02:27am] Vichy: I hope you weren't in any hurry for tonight. *smiles as he pinches lightly, lips traveling over his jaw*
[02:33am] • Weimar laughs softly. "I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be just now."
[02:36am] • Vichy traces the shape of Weimar's lips with a finger, watching him lovingly.
[02:40am] • Weimar kisses the lip of his finger, first lightly, then slipping his tongue out to lick it before closing his lips around the fingertip, gazing back just as lovingly.
[02:44am] • Vichy sighs gently, smudging kisses onto his jaw and neck. When Weimar licks at his fingers, he presses down lightly
[02:46am] • Weimar sucks the slim digit, tongue laving at the pad and sliding along the nail, grinning a little.
[02:47am] • Vichy noses the nape of his neck, sliding a finger between his lips up to the first knuckle
[02:55am] • Weimar rolls his tongue around the finger, humming happily at the touches to his neck, moving a hand to pet Vichy's hair once again.
[02:58am] • Vichy scrapes his teeth down Weirmar's neck, biting lightly at his collarbone
[03:19am] • Weimar breathes in sharply, relishing the intimacy of Vichy's teeth on his skin, nipping his fingertip very lightly back, not wanting to assume Vichy necessarily wanted teeth both ways.
[2:59pm] • Vichy pauses at the bite, though he doesn't flinch or recoil. Instead, he looks up at Weimar to regain his bearings, remember who he's with, and smile.
[3:03pm] • Weimar kisses the fingertip, and France should be able to feel his gloss and lipstick on them. "I like that. When you do that. But I don't have to bite back. Kissing and licking your beautiful body is just as wonderful."
[3:07pm] • Vichy presses the fingertip back into his mouth, relishing the sticky gloss as a reminder of who he's with. "I just needed a moment."
[3:08pm] • Weimar smiles mildly and kisses the fingertip against, then nibbling on it, gently and playful.
[3:11pm] • Vichy doesn't kiss him back immediately, watching--enjoying--him. He turns his hand carefully so that Weimar can keep nibbling while Vichy can caress his face, nuzzling and then kissing his neck again.
[3:13pm] • Weimar tilts his neck back, murmuring warm, contented noises as he keeps sucking on France's fingertip, resuming his long strokes over France's shirtfront as well.
[3:16pm] • Vichy nibbles kisses down his neck, never hard enough to leave a mark, because this isn't about bruising and owning, not this time.
[3:18pm] • Weimar moans a little, keeping it to a higher, more feminine register as his body arches up eagerly towards France's mouth
[3:22pm] • Vichy drops a kiss into the curve of neck and shoulder, pausing to lay his head on Weimar's shoulder and just...smile.
[3:23pm] • Weimar smiles too, combing one hand through France's hair. "I love you, schatzi," he murmurs. "So much."
[4:11pm] • Vichy twines their legs together, kissing his neck again, breathing in sweet perfume mingled with a scent that no longer scares him. "I love you too."