Fic: Love Knots 9/?
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He’d been right… reaching his room, Wyatt barely had the energy and will to keep his eyes open long enough to set the empty plate on his coffee table, and then set his alarm after stumbling to his room to fall into bed.
He sighed at the coolness of the sheets and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around a pillow and burying his face in it with a smile, still able to smell Ambrose’s scent and was soon fast asleep.
A few hours later, not as tired as before, but still not wanting to get up when his alarm went off, Wyatt was propelled from bed with thoughts of the coming evening after dinner as well as a grumbling stomach. Pulling out a fresh change of clothes, he laid them on the bed and then retrieving an apple from the bottom of the dresser and setting it on the bed with his clothes before heading off for a shower.
He’d just gotten out and dried enough to be in some pants and an open button down shirt, drying his hair with a towel when there was a knock at his door. Towel still in hand and idly rubbing his hair he padded barefoot through his rooms and opened the door.
“Hello, Wy…att,” Ambrose said, pausing slightly on his name and blinking before he blushed a bit, taking in the man’s state of dress.
Wyatt couldn’t help chuckling softly. “Hello, Ambrose,” he said with a smile. “Come in… I was just getting ready for dinner.” He held the door open as Ambrose passed before closing it and heading back to his bedroom, tossing the towel in the small pile of dirty clothes for the maid as he passed by. Reaching the bed, he scooped up the apple and tossed it back to Ambrose.
“Yes, I can see that,” Ambrose said, catching the apple and then looking at him curiously.
“Thanks for lunch,” Wyatt replied and headed to the bathroom combing his still damp hair.
Ambrose’s blush deepened and he was thankful Wyatt was in the other room where he couldn’t see it. “You’re welcome,” he answered.
“So,” Wyatt said a little louder so Ambrose could hear him. “Was it really from DG?”
“Well, she made up the plate, but it was from both of us, I suppose,” Ambrose replied, sitting down on a nearby overstuffed chair with red upholstery the shade of wine.
“Well, thank you,” Wyatt said coming out of the bathroom once more.
Ambrose blushed again and lowered his gaze, seeing Wyatt’s shirt was still undone. “You’re welcome,” he murmured, smiling a little when he felt Wyatt drop a kiss on his head.
“So,” Wyatt said, sitting back on the bed. “Not that I don’t like you being here or anything, but, well…”
“Why am I here?” Ambrose asked, arching a brow.
“Yeah,” Wyatt replied with a slight smile as he pulled on his socks. “I mean, I thought you’d come by after dinner.”
Ambrose blushed slightly. “Well, I…” he began as he twisted his fingers nervously in his lap. “Kinda told DG that I was meeting you tonight to actually learn more about you and that we’d talked last night about me… what I remember anyway, and she suggested just skipping dinner and coming here…”
“I see,” Wyatt said with a smile, his eyes lowered. “Well, I was actually going to ask you if maybe you’d want to talk in your rooms tonight instead of here.”
Ambrose blinked. “Why?” he asked in confusion.
“Well, in case you fall asleep again,” Wyatt said looking up to meet his gaze.
“Yes, I… suppose we could do that,” Ambrose replied.
“Unless you want to stay here,” Wyatt said.
“No, it’s fine,” Ambrose answered. “It’s just…”
“It’s just?” Wyatt asked, arching a brow.
Ambrose flushed slightly. “Well, you know what you like, I don’t….” he answered, lowering his eyes.
“As far as…?” Wyatt asked.
“What to eat or drink or anything like that,” Ambrose replied, looking up.
“Ambrose,” Wyatt said standing up and going to him, leaning down supporting his weight on the back of the Ambrose’s chair.
Ambrose’s breath hitched and he swallowed before releasing it shakily as he watched Wyatt.
“It’ll be fine,” Wyatt murmured, reaching up and carding his fingers gently through Ambrose’s soft curls by his ear. “Just relax…”
Ambrose swallowed and nodded. “I…” he began, his voice hitching slightly and he paused swallowing once more before trying again. “I’m not used to this…”
Wyatt smiled at him gently. “I know,” he said, his voice soft. “It’s okay. We can stop down at the kitchens if you like and have it sent to your rooms if that’s where you want to go. I just thought it would be easier on you in case you fell asleep. That way I can leave if you want me to.”
“No,” Ambrose said, sounding slightly alarmed and shook his head.
Wyatt blinked and knelt down in front of him. “Okay,” he murmured uncertainly. “We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. It was only a suggestion.”
Ambrose swallowed and licked his lips. “No, I… I mean…” he paused and closed his eyes briefly and exhaled a slow, shaky breath before meeting Wyatt’s gaze again. “I mean, I don’t want you to leave…”
Wyatt blinked but held Ambrose’s gaze.
“Please,” Ambrose murmured. “Don’t go…”
Wyatt swallowed, hearing the vulnerability in Ambrose’s voice with a hint of desperation and nodded slowly, reaching out and taking Ambrose’s hand. “I won’t,” he said softly, giving it a gentle squeeze. Swallowing, he continued softly, “I won’t go anywhere, Ambrose… not if you don’t want me to…”
Ambrose hiccupped slightly and moved forward, sliding off the chair to his knees, his arms looping around Wyatt’s neck and hugged him.
Wyatt blinked in surprise and closed his eyes, one hand coming to rest on the back of Ambrose’s head, the other sliding around to his back as he returned the embrace though he was a little confused about it.
“Thank you…” Ambrose whispered softly, a slight waver in his voice.
“I won’t go anywhere,” Wyatt murmured again and turned his head enough to place a kiss gently at his temple.
Ambrose swallowed and held onto him, fisting his hands in the back of Wyatt’s shirt, releasing a shaky breath.
“Ambrose?” Wyatt asked, pulling back to look him in the face and blinked in surprise to see tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. Moving a hand, he reached up carefully and brushed his tears away, swallowing dryly. “Ambrose, what’s wrong?”
Ambrose exhaled a shuddering breath, slowly releasing Wyatt’s shirt and sitting back on his heels, and sniffed, lowering his head.
“Don’t hide,” Wyatt said softly, gently lifting Ambrose’s chin. “It’s okay… whatever’s wrong, we’ll fix it…”
Ambrose swallowed and licked his lips. Exhaling in a rush, he rolled his eyes in slight frustration. “I’m irritated with myself,” he said softly.
“Why?” Wyatt asked gently in confusion.
“I…” Ambrose began and exhaled heavily, lowering his gaze a moment. “I know that I know you…” he said softly. “I - I feel it…. But I don’t remember…” He paused, shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes once more. “I don’t remember…”
“Shh,” Wyatt murmured and made a soft clicking sound moving closer and wrapped Ambrose in his arms once more. “Its okay, Ambrose….” he said softly and pulled back. “We talked about this last night, remember?” he asked, reaching out to gently lift Ambrose’s chin once more. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself by trying…”
Ambrose inhaled a shuddering breath and exhaled in a sob. “I don’t want you to leave,” he murmured and swallowed, licking his lips. “I - It hurt,” he murmured. “When you left… e-even if it was for me… Please… don’t go…”
Wyatt exhaled a heavy breath as he held Ambrose to him, cradling his head gently and looked around the room wondering how he could get through to him. Swallowing, an idea came to him. “Ambrose?” he asked gently and pulled back to look at him. “Have you decided what you want from me?”
Ambrose’s breath hitched as he looked up at him but he nodded. He opened his mouth to reply and stopped, blushing and lowering his head when his stomach grumbled.
Wyatt chuckled softly, his hands sliding up to rest gently on Ambrose’s shoulder. “Why don’t we talk about it over dinner, hmm?”
Ambrose nodded his face still slightly pink with embarrassment and it was a moment before he looked up at Wyatt. “Okay,” he murmured.
“All right then,” Wyatt replied. “Would you like to go to your rooms or would you like to stay here?”
Ambrose swallowed. “E-either is fine,” he murmured.
“Okay then,” Wyatt said. “Why don’t we go down to the kitchens and see if it’s not too much trouble to order a dinner for two, and then we can decide.”
Ambrose nodded with a shy smile.
“Good, then,” Wyatt said, squeezing his shoulders gently. “Let me finish getting dressed and then we can go.”
Ambrose nodded once more and relaxed, exhaling a breath as he slid back up into the chair and waited for Wyatt.
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He’d been right… reaching his room, Wyatt barely had the energy and will to keep his eyes open long enough to set the empty plate on his coffee table, and then set his alarm after stumbling to his room to fall into bed.
He sighed at the coolness of the sheets and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around a pillow and burying his face in it with a smile, still able to smell Ambrose’s scent and was soon fast asleep.
A few hours later, not as tired as before, but still not wanting to get up when his alarm went off, Wyatt was propelled from bed with thoughts of the coming evening after dinner as well as a grumbling stomach. Pulling out a fresh change of clothes, he laid them on the bed and then retrieving an apple from the bottom of the dresser and setting it on the bed with his clothes before heading off for a shower.
He’d just gotten out and dried enough to be in some pants and an open button down shirt, drying his hair with a towel when there was a knock at his door. Towel still in hand and idly rubbing his hair he padded barefoot through his rooms and opened the door.
“Hello, Wy…att,” Ambrose said, pausing slightly on his name and blinking before he blushed a bit, taking in the man’s state of dress.
Wyatt couldn’t help chuckling softly. “Hello, Ambrose,” he said with a smile. “Come in… I was just getting ready for dinner.” He held the door open as Ambrose passed before closing it and heading back to his bedroom, tossing the towel in the small pile of dirty clothes for the maid as he passed by. Reaching the bed, he scooped up the apple and tossed it back to Ambrose.
“Yes, I can see that,” Ambrose said, catching the apple and then looking at him curiously.
“Thanks for lunch,” Wyatt replied and headed to the bathroom combing his still damp hair.
Ambrose’s blush deepened and he was thankful Wyatt was in the other room where he couldn’t see it. “You’re welcome,” he answered.
“So,” Wyatt said a little louder so Ambrose could hear him. “Was it really from DG?”
“Well, she made up the plate, but it was from both of us, I suppose,” Ambrose replied, sitting down on a nearby overstuffed chair with red upholstery the shade of wine.
“Well, thank you,” Wyatt said coming out of the bathroom once more.
Ambrose blushed again and lowered his gaze, seeing Wyatt’s shirt was still undone. “You’re welcome,” he murmured, smiling a little when he felt Wyatt drop a kiss on his head.
“So,” Wyatt said, sitting back on the bed. “Not that I don’t like you being here or anything, but, well…”
“Why am I here?” Ambrose asked, arching a brow.
“Yeah,” Wyatt replied with a slight smile as he pulled on his socks. “I mean, I thought you’d come by after dinner.”
Ambrose blushed slightly. “Well, I…” he began as he twisted his fingers nervously in his lap. “Kinda told DG that I was meeting you tonight to actually learn more about you and that we’d talked last night about me… what I remember anyway, and she suggested just skipping dinner and coming here…”
“I see,” Wyatt said with a smile, his eyes lowered. “Well, I was actually going to ask you if maybe you’d want to talk in your rooms tonight instead of here.”
Ambrose blinked. “Why?” he asked in confusion.
“Well, in case you fall asleep again,” Wyatt said looking up to meet his gaze.
“Yes, I… suppose we could do that,” Ambrose replied.
“Unless you want to stay here,” Wyatt said.
“No, it’s fine,” Ambrose answered. “It’s just…”
“It’s just?” Wyatt asked, arching a brow.
Ambrose flushed slightly. “Well, you know what you like, I don’t….” he answered, lowering his eyes.
“As far as…?” Wyatt asked.
“What to eat or drink or anything like that,” Ambrose replied, looking up.
“Ambrose,” Wyatt said standing up and going to him, leaning down supporting his weight on the back of the Ambrose’s chair.
Ambrose’s breath hitched and he swallowed before releasing it shakily as he watched Wyatt.
“It’ll be fine,” Wyatt murmured, reaching up and carding his fingers gently through Ambrose’s soft curls by his ear. “Just relax…”
Ambrose swallowed and nodded. “I…” he began, his voice hitching slightly and he paused swallowing once more before trying again. “I’m not used to this…”
Wyatt smiled at him gently. “I know,” he said, his voice soft. “It’s okay. We can stop down at the kitchens if you like and have it sent to your rooms if that’s where you want to go. I just thought it would be easier on you in case you fell asleep. That way I can leave if you want me to.”
“No,” Ambrose said, sounding slightly alarmed and shook his head.
Wyatt blinked and knelt down in front of him. “Okay,” he murmured uncertainly. “We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. It was only a suggestion.”
Ambrose swallowed and licked his lips. “No, I… I mean…” he paused and closed his eyes briefly and exhaled a slow, shaky breath before meeting Wyatt’s gaze again. “I mean, I don’t want you to leave…”
Wyatt blinked but held Ambrose’s gaze.
“Please,” Ambrose murmured. “Don’t go…”
Wyatt swallowed, hearing the vulnerability in Ambrose’s voice with a hint of desperation and nodded slowly, reaching out and taking Ambrose’s hand. “I won’t,” he said softly, giving it a gentle squeeze. Swallowing, he continued softly, “I won’t go anywhere, Ambrose… not if you don’t want me to…”
Ambrose hiccupped slightly and moved forward, sliding off the chair to his knees, his arms looping around Wyatt’s neck and hugged him.
Wyatt blinked in surprise and closed his eyes, one hand coming to rest on the back of Ambrose’s head, the other sliding around to his back as he returned the embrace though he was a little confused about it.
“Thank you…” Ambrose whispered softly, a slight waver in his voice.
“I won’t go anywhere,” Wyatt murmured again and turned his head enough to place a kiss gently at his temple.
Ambrose swallowed and held onto him, fisting his hands in the back of Wyatt’s shirt, releasing a shaky breath.
“Ambrose?” Wyatt asked, pulling back to look him in the face and blinked in surprise to see tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. Moving a hand, he reached up carefully and brushed his tears away, swallowing dryly. “Ambrose, what’s wrong?”
Ambrose exhaled a shuddering breath, slowly releasing Wyatt’s shirt and sitting back on his heels, and sniffed, lowering his head.
“Don’t hide,” Wyatt said softly, gently lifting Ambrose’s chin. “It’s okay… whatever’s wrong, we’ll fix it…”
Ambrose swallowed and licked his lips. Exhaling in a rush, he rolled his eyes in slight frustration. “I’m irritated with myself,” he said softly.
“Why?” Wyatt asked gently in confusion.
“I…” Ambrose began and exhaled heavily, lowering his gaze a moment. “I know that I know you…” he said softly. “I - I feel it…. But I don’t remember…” He paused, shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes once more. “I don’t remember…”
“Shh,” Wyatt murmured and made a soft clicking sound moving closer and wrapped Ambrose in his arms once more. “Its okay, Ambrose….” he said softly and pulled back. “We talked about this last night, remember?” he asked, reaching out to gently lift Ambrose’s chin once more. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself by trying…”
Ambrose inhaled a shuddering breath and exhaled in a sob. “I don’t want you to leave,” he murmured and swallowed, licking his lips. “I - It hurt,” he murmured. “When you left… e-even if it was for me… Please… don’t go…”
Wyatt exhaled a heavy breath as he held Ambrose to him, cradling his head gently and looked around the room wondering how he could get through to him. Swallowing, an idea came to him. “Ambrose?” he asked gently and pulled back to look at him. “Have you decided what you want from me?”
Ambrose’s breath hitched as he looked up at him but he nodded. He opened his mouth to reply and stopped, blushing and lowering his head when his stomach grumbled.
Wyatt chuckled softly, his hands sliding up to rest gently on Ambrose’s shoulder. “Why don’t we talk about it over dinner, hmm?”
Ambrose nodded his face still slightly pink with embarrassment and it was a moment before he looked up at Wyatt. “Okay,” he murmured.
“All right then,” Wyatt replied. “Would you like to go to your rooms or would you like to stay here?”
Ambrose swallowed. “E-either is fine,” he murmured.
“Okay then,” Wyatt said. “Why don’t we go down to the kitchens and see if it’s not too much trouble to order a dinner for two, and then we can decide.”
Ambrose nodded with a shy smile.
“Good, then,” Wyatt said, squeezing his shoulders gently. “Let me finish getting dressed and then we can go.”
Ambrose nodded once more and relaxed, exhaling a breath as he slid back up into the chair and waited for Wyatt.
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