For Pascal

[skewedeyes]

Felix is pleased to be leaving the party in the company of someone else, his skin tingling in a familiar way - it feels right and good and comforting, in a way, as much as the light-headedness and the warmth of his companion. He slips his arms around Pascal's waist and nuzzles his neck, just outside the main room

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[doctor_pascal]

Pascal smiles, shivering a little. "Only half as beautiful as you," he replies, huskily.

[skewedeyes]

"Not true at all," Felix says, not quite firmly because his voice is a little slurry. "You are beautiful. Your eyes, your lips..." Here, a kiss, a little murmur, "Your body..."

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal shivers. "And you -- everything that you do is full of charm, and your face, your hands, the way you touch me --- your hair, mon dieu, your hair, my love..." Another kiss - he's melting already.

[skewedeyes]

"Perhaps we should move somewhere a little less public," definitely breathless, now, pressing his body against Pascal's. "I can touch you more, then-"