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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 19:02:23 GMT -5
It began the same, but past that zipper, the similarities ended. Markise broke the kiss, his eyes hazy, the expression on his face softly glowing. There was intent in his pale blue gaze, smoky as the kohl lining his eyes. "You might want to hold on to something," he said softly. This was something he knew he was good at. With that teasing caution, Markise set himself to giving Ariel a kiss he'd never forget.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 19:12:08 GMT -5
Ariel had raised an eyebrow in question but quickly reached one hand out for anything that was near him, finding a desk after a moment as his eyes closed and his other hand went to rest on Markise's shoulder. When it was over he had to stand there a moment, his breathing shallow, as he tried to convince his knees to work again. "Holy hell," he breathed, his head down slightly and his eyes closed.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 19:21:25 GMT -5
Markise's lips curved into a slow smile as he wiped lightly at his mouth, then straightened. He looked at Ariel a moment, then leaned close, one hand pushing Ariel's hair back enough to whisper in his ear. "You're welcome." He nipped lightly at that ear, then pulled back and started working his pants into order. He and Ariel both were going to need a couple wrinkle-removing spells before they left this room.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 19:34:22 GMT -5
A shiver ran through Ariel and he leaned on his arm braced on that desk for another moment before he trusted himself to straighten and put his pants right. His head remained down, concentrating on his hands as he clipped everything back together, and then rested his hands on his belt buckle as he brought his eyes back to Markise. He was at a loss as to what to say, though, and so just watched him before bending for his shirt.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 19:52:45 GMT -5
Markise slipped his shirt on, then ruffled his hands into his hair with a low sigh of relaxed satisfaction. He felt so much better now. "You have amazing hands," he told Ariel, breaking the silence. He had a feeling it would stretch on endlessly if he didn't. Markise looked Ariel over slowly, picturing everything he'd just seen as his eyes traveled. He decided not to concentrate on how few times he'd actually met Ariel. He had a feeling they'd be seeing a lot of each other in the coming days.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 20:07:00 GMT -5
Ariel tugged his shirt straight and looked up at Markise through a curtain of hair, one side of his mouth curving up. He ran his hand along his neck, pulling the hair out from under his collar and then shook his head to settle it around his shoulders. "You have an amazing mouth," he said, eyes hazing over slightly at the memory. He hadn't been expecting that, but he had definitely enjoyed it.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 20:13:08 GMT -5
Markise gave a light, throaty chuckle and a low thank you. Then he turned, drawing close to Ariel to slide his hands over his shoulders and back, linking behind his neck. "You don't want to... make a habit out of this, do you?" he asked. Markise leaned closer to press light, tempting kisses to Ariel's sculpted jaw. "I don't think I'd mind." No, he thought he was angling for some sort of admission to a relationship, anything so he didn't have to feel guilty about this.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 20:18:27 GMT -5
Ariel didn't need those kisses, he was already addicted to it and had intended to go find Markise again. He wrapped his arms low around Markise's waist and closed his eyes with those kisses anyway. "I think I could live with that." As long as no one knew, as long as no one could find out, he could definitely live with it. It was so much better than pretending he never wanted anything, anyway. As far as anyone other than Markise was concerned, though, he still wasn't gay.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 20:29:01 GMT -5
Markise's lips curved into that slow smile again. "So you're mine?" he asked softly, his tongue slipping out to tease the edge of Ariel's ear. "And I'm all yours," he finished. God, he felt like a whore right now, but he was really getting into this. It still surprised him how much Ariel wanted him, even after everything that had happened today. Ariel had made him feel so good. Markise just hoped he kept that going, that he didn't get bored like Kwami had. Markise refused to think of him, though. He banished that devil back to the hell he deserved and focused on the fallen angel in his arms.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 20:37:16 GMT -5
Ariel didn't feel the need to reply to that question, he thought it was obvious in the way he tightened his arms possessively and turned his head for a kiss that was instantly deep and intense. It didn't last long, though, and he pulled back and looked down into Markise's face. And I'm all yours. That thought made his eyes flash. He had never imagined that he would be in a relationship with someone so soon, especially a male someone, he hadn't even planned on getting close enough to anyone, or to have someone know about him. He hadn't planned the first person he met being gay.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 20:56:22 GMT -5
From silently brooding Ariel, that was a resounding yes. Markise's head swam again from that brief kiss, but all the same, he didn't miss that intense look in Ariel's eyes. It shocked Markise, heated him, and he didn't know how to respond to it. Had anyone ever looked at him like that before? No. It was fascinating. Markise tried to interpret as he watched Ariel, but he was getting flustered instead. He dropped his gaze to Ariel's lips, memorizing the shape of them as one hand rose slightly, twirling one of Ariel's burnished gold curls. What now?
It took Markise a moment to find a topic of conversation, something to lesson the sudden tension between them enough for him to breathe. He seized the first thing that jumped into his mind. "So will you let me make some winter clothes for you?" he asked. "If I swear it goes with what you have?" Markise lifted his gaze to Ariel then, hoping.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 21:10:32 GMT -5
Ariel wrinkled his nose, but nodded, "I guess so, you probably wouldn't listen if I said no." He still thought he could survive without them, but he had the feeling that Markise wouldn't let it go, so he wasn't going to argue about it. He let his eyes keep focused on Markise's face, taking in all of the little ways the muscles moved. Mine. He couldn't believe the feeling that shot through him at thinking that.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 21:19:56 GMT -5
Markise's lips curved again, and his eyes brightened a bit. "Of course not," he said, only partially teasing. "But this way I won't have to make alterations after I give them to you." He went by the strict rule of measure twice, cut once, and if he measured Ariel rather than guessing, things would go a lot smoother. Well, after he convinced Ariel to put up with the measuring, anyway.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 21:26:56 GMT -5
"I guess I'll owe you, for once," Ariel said, eyes sparkling at the idea as his mind went wild with ideas on how he could pay Markise back for making the clothes he didn't really want in the first place. His arms tightened and held Markise tightly to him. He thought he was going to enjoy having Markise to be with, he wouldn't have to deal with ignoring urges he couldn't do anything about, he would have someone that would actually know. He had never thought about what that would be like; he had always just assumed he would keep it hidden.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 21:32:51 GMT -5
Markise's eyes widened slightly at that thought. I guess I'll owe you. That hadn't even occurred to him. He might have brushed it off, said that Ariel didn't owe him anything but a galleon for the cloth, but the look in Ariel's eyes stopped him short. His knees weakened a bit, and his breath shallowed. He couldn't think of a thing to say. Markise's tongue swept lightly across his lips, giving him away if Ariel knew what to look for. He practically shivered with anticipation.
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