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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 18:23:48 GMT -5
Dare's heart felt near bursting again, and his legs felt seriously weak from the slide of Michael's hands against his legs. His eyes were slightly hazy as they met Michael again, glowing with everything he felt. "I was, wasn't I?" he asked. That would necessitate moving, though. Or would it? Dare pressed his lips to Michael's again, their noses brushing for that moment before he pulled back just enough to look over his shoulder. His arms were long enough, so he reached for the purple bottle, caught it by its lid, and retrieved it. He was grinning when he turned back to Michael.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 18:28:33 GMT -5
Michael laughed, "Now, do you really want to do that?" He brought a hand up to Dare's side and moved his fingers lightly over the skin. Being tickled wouldn't help Dare have a steady enough hand to paint his nails. A near smirk came to Michael's lips at the thought, though he also knew that it would be easy for Dare to drop the bottle at the same time, and that wouldn't be fun for either of them.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 18:40:42 GMT -5
Dare laughed too, his body shifting reflexively away from Michael's fingers, his legs brushing Michael's with the motion. "Watch it, or I'll paint your toes too," he threatened jokingly. "Remember who's in charge here." If all he had was the old argument, then he'd use it. "But it was pretty hot when you took charge," Dare added, his eyes glittering. He'd nearly lost it when Michael had taken over.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 18:50:20 GMT -5
Michael glanced away, grinning broadly as the flush that had threatened before traveled up to his cheeks, and shifted beneath Dare. It hadn't occurred to him during the heat of the moment that he had been taking charge, just that there was something he wanted to do and so had done it. He shrugged lightly and moved his hands absently in their places, fingers gently moving against cloth and skin.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 18:59:47 GMT -5
Dare ducked his head and pressed another quick kiss to Michael's cheek, then straightened to unscrew the lid from the bottle. Michael's hands were still sending waves of sensation through him, but at the moment, they were manageable. Dare's lips curved into his crooked smile as he balanced the bottle on the back of the couch, then rested his right hand against Michael's chest. "You better hope I have good hand-eye coordination," he teased, bringing the brush against his index fingernail.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 19:07:29 GMT -5
Michael looked up into Dare's face at that, his grin softening as he examined Dare's face before looking more straightforward towards his chest and stomach. He flicked his eyes up towards Dare and then pulled his hand from Dare's side. His other hand stilled and he brought his free one around, pausing a second before letting his fingertips touch Dare's chest, then watching as they trailed down, following soft dips in his torso. "There's no hoping to it, I know you have good hand-eye coordination," he said, though his eyes were fixed on his own fingers.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 19:19:17 GMT -5
Dare's muscles shivered, and the motion of the brush stopped as he reflexively shifted backwards at the unexpected touch. He found himself sitting then, and his eyes rose sharply to Michael's. He hadn't meant to take the contact this far. Not that he didn't want it--he'd take all the contact Michael was comfortable with--but his mind was clear enough now that he worried about pushing Michael too far again.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 19:26:21 GMT -5
Michael mistook the look in Dare's eyes and the movement away to mean that Dare didn't want Michael touching him. He met Dare's gaze and pulled his hand away from the area of Dare's stomach that he had reached to settle on his knee. "Sorry," he said reflexively, deciding that it must have been a distraction, at least, that was the choice he hoped it was.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 19:47:27 GMT -5
Sorry? Had Michael even noticed that Dare was sitting on him? Confusion swept briefly over Dare's eyes before he realized what must have happened. "No, no, I liked that, I just...it surprised me," he explained. Dare's right hand lifted from Michae's chest, dropping to his knee to curve lightly over Michael's hand. "I like it," he assured Michael again, then leaned forward, giving him another brief kiss.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 19:57:44 GMT -5
Yes, Michael had noticed, it just didn't bother him and so he didn't make a connection between it and the look Dare had had in his eyes. When the kiss ended, he watched Dare's face for just a moment more before nodding. He pulled up his hand to lay Dare's back on his chest. "Then get back to work," he said with a sparkle in his eyes as he put his own hand back to Dare's chest.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 20:13:36 GMT -5
Dare grinned at Michael. "As you wish," he said, giving a lightly mocking incline of his head. He reached for the bottle and dipped the brush in, then did Michael's bidding, applying the purple in short sweeps on each nail. When he'd finished painting his right hand, he switched the brush over to it and laid his left hand against Michael's chest. He painted his left hand just as quickly and thoroughly as he'd painted his right, with no mess-ups, then retrieved the bottle and screwed the lid back on.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 20:23:48 GMT -5
Michael kept his focus on tracing the dips and lines of Dare's chest and stomach, feeling strangely comfortable with examining them, especially since it was really the first time he had done so with his full concentration. He tilted his head slightly to watch, and only looked back up into Dare's face when the light pressure of a hand on his own chest was gone. "So, what other surprises do you have in that bag of yours?" he asked, glancing over at it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 20:35:58 GMT -5
Dare's crooked smile returned, and he glanced back at his bag, trying to remember what he'd put in it. "Mostly clothes," he said, bringing his gaze back around to Michael. "I brought some cards and some runes, but I figured the Room of Requirement could conjure up anything else we need. A movie theater...a jacuzzi..." Dare's lips quirked, both with humor, and the idea of the jacuzzi.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 20:43:56 GMT -5
Michael tilted his head, confusion flashing through his eyes before he realized Dare must have been talking about something to do with the movie thing he and Anna had talked about down by the lake. He didn't stop in his motions against Dare's chest and stomach, though his eyes weren't so focused on his hand, instead they were watching his face, that smile of his. "So you're just a little excited," he said, laughter in his voice.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 20:48:55 GMT -5
Dare chuckled, then gave a half shrug. "Maybe a little," he said. He didn't figure he'd be taking Michael out on a date any time soon, and he'd been wanting to for a while, so it just made sense to him. If they were going to stay in the Room of Requirement all night, and if it could turn into something as un-roomlike as the edge of the forest, why couldn't they have a date at an empty movie theater? Or in a jacuzzi, his mind supplied. "So, which is it? We can play cards, I can do a rune reading, we can watch a movie, or get in a hot tub. Unless you've got something better." His eyes brightened. "Do you dance?" Okay, so maybe he was a lot excited.
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