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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 9:44:05 GMT -5
So you don't have to come for me, somehow that made Michael feel more like he needed to go. "I'll go," he said after a few seconds of thinking. "I'll feel bad about it later if I don't." He needed to say goodbye because, even if Emilian wasn't his favorite person in the world, he still considered him a friend, and that meant that he needed to bid him farewell. And according to Dare, they wouldn't be there long anyway.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 10:26:54 GMT -5
It felt like there was something more to Michael's decision, but Dare didn't want to overanalyze it. He was too happy with Michael right now, too content to question. Dare pressed his lips lightly to Michael's, then murmured, "We'll stick together, it'll be fine." He kissed Michael again before dragging himself up, sighing as he stood, hitching his sleep pants up again, for all the good it did when they slipped back down. "I'm going to go get dressed," he announced. "Take a shower and everything." It felt a little awkward knowing that Michael was going to see how long he took, but there was nothing to be done about that. He wouldn't feel right going out the way he was.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 10:40:06 GMT -5
There was a moment where Michael felt dirty for having worn the same clothes the day before, but it hadn't been worth risking the dorm room to get anything. "I guess I'll survive another couple of hours," he said, though he cringed slightly as he said it. Though he knew he was still fine, he couldn't help feeling awkward knowing that Dare took so much care with his appearance and there he was, not even changing clothes.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 10:47:21 GMT -5
Dare gave a crooked smile. "It's not like you wore your shirt very long," he teased. "I'd lend you some of mine, but I don't know that you'd wear them." And Emilian would definitely have something to say about Michael in tight-fitted jeans and a fitted shirt. Come to think of it, maybe Dare shouldn't have offered. He'd be on guard the entire time watching Emilian. But then, as long as Michael left with him, it didn't matter, did it? Dare's lips quirked with the thought, no matter how unrealistic it seemed.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 11:00:21 GMT -5
Michael wrinkled his nose at that idea, "I don't know how you stand wearing clothes so tight." He rather liked his own clothes, loose and comfortable. He pushed himself up to sit, then looked back over at Dare, "Not that they don't look great on you." His lips curved as he met Dare's eyes for a moment before he looked away, surprised with himself for saying it when usually such thoughts remained just that, thoughts.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 11:25:51 GMT -5
Dare grinned at that. "There's freedom in not swimming in cloth," he said. "And maybe I like being looked at." By Michael, at least. Dare grabbed his bag and swung it over his shoulder. "I'll see you in a bit," he said, then turned toward the bathroom again. He closed the door, but didn't bother locking it this time. A few minutes later, the shower started.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 11:39:42 GMT -5
Whatever Dare said about tight clothes, Michael still loved his own, even if he was swimming in cloth. He watched the door for a few long minutes, even after the water started, though eventually he had to pull his eyes away to keep thoughts out of his mind that he knew shouldn't be there. He bent down and pulled out his shirt, pulling it on and buttoning it up before turning and laying back on the bed and he couldn't help it, as he was thinking about Dare he fell asleep again.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 11:51:58 GMT -5
When Dare emerged from the bathroom, he was refreshed and as ready for the day as he could get. He wore his usual fitted black jeans with a chunky studded belt, canvas shoes, and a deep violet fitted tee from the Weird Sisters' summer tour 2007. He felt like thumbing his nose at the world today, then hiding out with Michael again come dusk.
Dare was somehow unsurprised to find Michael asleep. His lips curved, and he took his time going about gathering his things, finishing mounting the portrait in his frame, and glancing at Michael now and then. When he was finished, and his belongings sat in a pile in front of the director's chair, Dare climbed up onto the bed, straddling Michael again. He lowered his lips to Michael's ear and murmured, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Then he parted his lips and teased against Michael's earlobe.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 12:09:11 GMT -5
Michael was having a wonderful dream about Dare, only to move slightly and find that it wasn't a dream, that Dare really was there and that those pleasant motions against his ear were real. He smiled and turned his head to rub his cheek against Dare's. "But I was having the best dream about this Raven," he argued lightly, "And you just had to come and interrupt." His arms went around Dare's waist, though, in contrast to his argument.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 12:17:29 GMT -5
Dare chuckled huskily. "I can make it up to you," he suggested. Dare lowered his body slightly, resting softly against Michael as he continued his pleasurable teasing against Michael's ear. He hadn't said he'd be at the jewellery shop at any specific time, not that he had any clue what time it was now, so he was in no hurry. Just as long as they were back to the school before curfew, he figured they were fine.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 12:42:39 GMT -5
Michael found his hand slipping lower than Dare's waist, down to the edge of his pants. "It was a very good dream," he warned softly, though he would never choose the dream over the actual thing. His other arm found its way around Dare, pulling him closer enough that he was satisfied with the contact of their bodies. "You have work to do if you plan on making it up to me."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 12:56:11 GMT -5
Dare made a light sound of intrigue. "I'm your willing servant," he murmured, only half teasing. One arm rested against the bed alongside Michael's head, but the other lifted, then settled again low on Michael's side. It was an interesting idea, being in the lead through Michael's direction. Dare wondered if Michael would play along, or if he'd take the words as nothing more than words.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 13:06:58 GMT -5
Michael raised an eyebrow, "Oh really." Ideas started going through his mind, but he refused to even acknowledge some of them, so he didn't say anything else right away. Instead he let himself take in everything as he thought. "How do I know you won't rise against me?" he asked lightly, smiling as he moved one hand to the edge of Dare's shirt.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 13:15:05 GMT -5
Dare chuckled again. "I don't think I can help that," he teased. Dare shifted his attention down slightly, pressing light kisses against the spot beneath Michael's ear. "What does my liege ask of his humble Raven?' he asked, giving Michael's jawline a series of kisses so brief that they could only be described as pecks. He'd forgotten the portrait for now. At the moment, there was only him and Michael, and incredible freedom.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 28, 2008 13:29:08 GMT -5
Michael laughed lightly and tried to think of something creative, but there was nothing he could really think of, so he just asked for the one thing he knew he wanted. "Just kiss me," he said, though he arched into the light kisses Dare was giving him at the same time. There were plenty of things he could have asked, but either wasn't brave enough or wasn't ready to ask for them, so he settled for a kiss, knowing that more would come from it.
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