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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 31, 2008 11:09:48 GMT -5
Dare's lips quirked. "Forty-two," he answered. "It's the answer to life, the universe, and everything." Dare leaned even closer then, closing his eyes as he brushed his nose, then his lips lightly against Michael's cheek, purposefully baiting him. "What do you think the meaning is?" he murmured. He wondered if Michael would even answer, or if he'd get stuck on the number forty-two. Or, even better, if he'd decide he could just ask later and turn his lips toward Dare's.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 31, 2008 11:19:30 GMT -5
Michael would have been hung up on the seemingly random number Dare had put out, but for the touches that came so soon after. "How am I supposed to have an intelligent conversation," Michael started softly, uncrossing his arms and letting his hands rest on Dare's waist. "When you start that?" As he finished he let himself copy Dare's motions, nuzzling lightly against him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 31, 2008 11:25:50 GMT -5
Dare's body warmed at Michael's response, and at knowing he'd affected Michael. "Maybe intelligent conversation is overrated," he suggested lightly. Dare shifted slightly, a release of some small bit of tension as he turned his head, letting his lips skate lightly over Michael's. "I'm sure," he said between teasing kisses, "that words aren't the only way...to speak." It was amazing how something so small, so subtle, could make that wonderful tension so very strong.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 31, 2008 11:41:53 GMT -5
Michael couldn't lie to himself and say that he didn't want to kiss Dare, or that he was strong enough to resist, because those light kisses were making it extremely hard to think. "Well then," he said, pausing then to return a soft kiss, "Show me some other way to speak." His hands moved slowly up Dare's sides, unwilling to just stand by without doing something, so he let his hands roam, though he kept them in control, and pressed his own light kisses to Dare's lips.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 31, 2008 11:58:38 GMT -5
Dare exhaled a light sigh, at the invitation and at the sensation of Michael's hands against him. Then he fitted his lips to Michael's, slowly moving against them. When he parted his lips, initiating a slow, plundering kiss, it was obvious that he was giving up on words. The kiss had to have said enough; I want you, but the wait is half the fun sometimes, isn't it? You're worth savoring, worth not rushing. I want this.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 31, 2008 14:27:00 GMT -5
Michael's mind was in an immediate whirl from the kiss, his thoughts scrambling when confronted with the unspoken that the kiss gave away. His return of the motions only reinforced what he had said before, that he was so very glad to have taken the chance and agreed to be with Dare. Kissing Dare was worth pushing away all of the insecurities and doubts for, Michael hadn't experienced anything so pleasantly mind-numbing as when Dare's lips were on his.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 31, 2008 17:40:45 GMT -5
Dare's fingers curled lightly against the countertop, all the emotions behind the kiss, all the sensations they brought already affecting him deeply. He went with it, let it carry his mind away, let himself drown in it just for now, while the intensity had nothing to do with desperation. This was what he wanted now, just Michael's kiss, freely and openly given, with no regrets and no expectations. Dare's palms remained on the counter, keeping him grounded, keeping him from allowing himself to push it further, to move away from the moment he was enjoying so much.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 1, 2008 12:00:30 GMT -5
The blood rushed through Michael's veins, pulsing in his ears, in the pads of his fingers where his hand rested lightly on Dare's waist. Instead of the usual burning tingle low in his stomach, all of the intensity seemed concentrated in his chest, in a warm wave that made his muscles tense then relax every time it pulsed though. He let his hands move slowly, not trying to pull a reaction or make the kiss anything more than it already was, and let his arms go around Dare's waist comfortably.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 1, 2008 12:15:13 GMT -5
Dare was loving the moment, absorbing everything he could get out of it. Michael's arms were warm and solid around his waist, and Dare suddenly needed to return the embrace. One hand left the counter, arching around Michael's back as Dare leaned slightly forward, closing the space between them to rest lightly against Michael. He just wanted the contact, the comfort, and it showed in the kiss, so intimate between them. Dare was amazed at how much the kiss could say, even if he'd been the one to initiate it.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 1, 2008 12:28:31 GMT -5
Michael's body instantly warmed again, the pulses through his chest quickening with the contact of Dare against him, of the arm around his back. If someone had told him just a few months ago that he would be in the position he was, he would have told them they were crazy, but there, with his arms around Dare and Dare warm against him, he wished he had found Dare sooner so that he could have had more time already behind him with Dare.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 1, 2008 12:37:51 GMT -5
Dare didn't know how long the timer had been going off when he finally noticed it, but he was most definitely unappreciative of the interruption. He considered for just a moment reaching for his wand and flicking it off, but then the food would burn, and he'd feel obliged to start all over again. He couldn't imagine they'd be left alone in the kitchen that long. So Dare slowed the kiss, lightened it, and made himself pull back, hazy eyes meeting Michael's for one meaningful moment before his arm released and he stepped back, releasing a long breath as he turned, blinking, to get the pan out of the stove with a flick and swish of his wand.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 1, 2008 13:09:46 GMT -5
Michael watched Dare, reluctantly pulling his arms away and letting his elbows rest on the counter. He let himself enjoy the low hum in his blood, his body tingling as the feelings brought on by the kiss moved lazily through him. He couldn't even bring himself to be angry with the timer for going off, not with the feelings running through him. A soft smile spread over his lips as he watched, letting himself look Dare over and admit the physical attraction that bewildered him as soon as he let himself consider it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 1, 2008 20:14:26 GMT -5
It took Dare a while to feel Michael's gaze. He'd still been a little lightheaded, and what was left of his mind was finding plates and serving utensils. But as he set himself to arranging the casserole on the plates so it looked just a little more appealing than maybe it would otherwise, he got the feeling that he was being watched. His lips curved slowly, and he shifted his weight, then straightened. The food looked good enough. Dare turned back to Michael with laughing eyes warmed further by the humming awareness in his body, and his usual crooked smile. "As much as I'd love to pick up where we were before, think we ought to take them the food before it gets cold?"
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 1, 2008 20:28:22 GMT -5
Michael grinned back, his own brown eyes swirling with remembered feelings. "We can try," he said, "I'm sure they'll be glad for it, those ramen things didn't look too appetizing." He chose not to comment on picking up where they had left off, but knew that it would just lead to the food, of course, getting cold, and to then forgetting where they were and what they were supposed to be doing. It didn't really cross his mind what Adara and Emilian could have been doing, his mind was still lost in the last few minutes, focusing on how it had felt to have Dare against him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 1, 2008 20:49:18 GMT -5
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