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[mrmoneypenny]

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[broodingbacchus]

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Water noises.

Happy-D'Angeline-washing-blood-and-dust-out-of-his-hair noises.

:D?

[mrmoneypenny]

More scurrying Villiers running about.

And in his running about, he notices that a Certain Door is ajar.

And opening more, since those hinges never quite liked staying closed.

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Villiers is very glad he opted for glass panels.

[broodingbacchus]

He won't be so glad in a minute.

The fact that Imriel has scars clearly visible through frosted glass really says it all, doesn't it.

[mrmoneypenny]

A sad little smile.

But a smile nonetheless.

Beautiful, and not quite untouched by the world. Scars aren't unnecessarily bad, though. Sometimes, they're a sign of survival.

And still, the lines of his body, the curve of shoulder and expanse of clean skin.

Villiers blushes.

And quietly closes the door before continuing.

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Maybe a drop of sandalwood as well, he thinks. Because Imriel is beautiful and Villiers can't help but try.

[mrmoneypenny]

And, sated and languid, there's an Imriel in his arms. Mmmmmm.

Kiss kiss. Shoulder, cheek. Lightly sweat-damp hair gets a ruffle, then a kiss just below the ear.

"And to top it all off," he mentions casually, amusedly, "my offer of dinner still stands."

[broodingbacchus]

Snugglesnugglenuzzlekisslaugh.

"By all means," murmurs Imriel, "dinner."

When either of them is capable of getting up.

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[mrmoneypenny]

He could fall in love easily, so easily.

A charming lad with a beautiful smile and gorgeous laugh, an appreciative soul, playful and young yet old.

Somewhere, Emperor Block applauds their athletic prowess.

For now, a smile, serious thoughts pushed away for the moment.

Another nuzzle. A kiss, this time on lips. And the very lightest nibble against his jawline.

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[broodingbacchus]

Mmm, kisses. And nibbles. And cuddlings-up-to.

"That," says Imriel with wry mock-dignity, "is not dinner."

And warm lips press laughing against Villiers' cheek.