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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 13:25:03 GMT -5
Michael took Dare's hand gratefully and looked up when Dare spoke. When their eyes met he breathed a relieved sigh and one corner of his lips turned up in a small smile. He didn't know how, but somehow Dare had understood what he was saying. "I used to," he said, his eyes dropping. "But after a while it just kind of...stopped." Dare would probably be able to figure out when it had come to a complete stop, but even before the whole ordeal with the potions their progression had come to a halt.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 13:40:10 GMT -5
Dare blinked and his gaze dropped again. He gave a slight nod; he knew what Michael was referring to. He also knew he'd thought about doing a few things for months and somehow he'd never actually tried any of them. Then... then everything had gone downhill and for months they'd come together almost exclusively to relieve the tension between them.
"Can it... do you want it to... start again?" he asked. Yet again he looked up at Michael, hopeful, but unsure. Was it too soon? Michael had brought it up, after all. Did part of him want more? The thought was sending waves of warmth through him, and he liked the sensation too much to put forth much control over it.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 13:45:42 GMT -5
"In a way," Michael said. His eyebrows came together and he tried to sort out his thoughts on that. "I mean...I love how we are but...I know that we should keep going. I mean, come June there won't be much choice, you know?" He wanted the intimacy that came from trying something new, though he wasn't sure if he could explain that. It wasn't more than a vague thought, anyway. When he went a little further or let Dare do something new, then Dare was happy, and then it was like heaven for so long afterward.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 13:57:08 GMT -5
Dare's brows narrowed slightly, and he shook his head. "We don't have to," he told Michael. "I want to, but I don't want it to be something we have to do. I want to..." Dare made a low sound of frustration with himself for the difficulty he was having even straightening his thoughts, then pushed away from the counter, turning to face Michael. He wanted to look at him, to talk to him, not just think aloud. Not right now.
"It's not going to be what I want-- what either of us wants --if it's a deadline. I don't want it to be because..." He paused to think again, letting himself look over Michael's face as he searched for the words, and he took a breath before trying again. "I want it to be because I want to be with you in every way. I want... Sometimes when I hold you..." He shook his head. He wasn't sure he knew how to explain it.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 14:17:20 GMT -5
Michael looked up at Dare again. He hadn't even considered that it wasn't necessarily a requirement. He had always just assumed... His hand tightened in Dare's, sometimes he didn't realize how much he loved Dare. "If I'm not ready by then, then there's really something wrong with me," he said softly and with another little smile. "I do want to do more, I love how it feels after we've done something new, when you hold me." He pulled Dare a little closer. He did love it, more than anything in the world, he always felt so close to Dare and so loved by him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 14:27:08 GMT -5
Why did those two little statements steal Dare's breath away? He moved closer, then even closer, letting his body press lightly against Michael's as he searched for words. His eyes searched Michael's, despite the tension that welled up as he did so. "I always love holding you," he said. His right hand rose, and he let his thumb sweep against the hair framing Michael's face, smoothing it back. "Sometimes when I hold you it's like... it's like we're still too far away. Have you ever felt that?" He'd fit himself so perfectly against Michael that they could be one person, he'd wrap his arms around him, and he'd know what he wanted.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 14:48:07 GMT -5
Michael nodded and his smile broadened. "Yes," he said, eyes sparkling softly as he looked up at Dare. He loved that feeling, he loved the way it felt to be so intimate with Dare. He didn't even need the other stuff, he had never felt loved in the way he did with Dare, never felt anything near it. He reached up with his free hand and moved it lightly up Dare's chest and around to the back of his neck. "I love how it feels, especially after..." he trailed off and his eyes dropped, though the smile didn't leave.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 14:56:33 GMT -5
Dare nodded, unable to speak for a moment after hearing that. He felt a little breathless, a little lightheaded as his gaze dropped to the curve of Michael's lips. "It's amazing," he managed. There was only the briefest pause before he ducked his head down slightly, pressing his lips to Michael's, then shifting them slightly to fit them so perfectly together. It wasn't much, wasn't anything at all physically intense, but it felt like it was. With everything else he was already feeling, it felt like it was.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 15:12:22 GMT -5
Michael tilted his head up into the kiss and parted his lips slightly. He dipped his fingers up into Dare's hair. It felt amazing, like everything he had been missing over the past few weeks, like the past two months hadn't even happened. This was what he wanted, more than anything else. He wanted, he needed the closeness that came with it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 15:22:26 GMT -5
All the heat was there as Dare's tongue slipped lightly against Michael's lips, taking the invitation. It was more, though. So much more than even the mindless scrambling for relief that he could still feel so vividly. The connection was back, somehow, that feeling of wonder at how lucky he was and how this had all happened. He wanted to worship Michael again, to savor everything more than wondering how tense it could all get before they literally burst into flames. It was a different tension here. It was... the kiss was saying things again. The meaning was back.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 15:47:19 GMT -5
Michael had forgotten about the store sometime after he had parted his lips and he sighed softly into the kiss. He could feel the physical pleasure, but it was somewhere deeply buried beneath the pure emotions that were coursing through his veins. How had he survived so long without it? He was still stressed, so much of it was still there, but it was pushed away, covered by the happiness that threatened to take over everything.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 16:26:09 GMT -5
Dare couldn't have guessed how long they stood like that, kissing slowly just for the pleasure of kissing. He didn't wonder how long it had been since they'd done that, didn't wonder why they'd stopped, but floated along with Michael, loving every movement, every sigh.
Then Elouai barked. She'd spotted someone she recognized approaching, and her people weren't doing anything about it. She'd barked a few times before Dare surfaced enough to notice. He pulled away even more breathless than he'd begun, dazed, and smiling crookedly.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 16:37:54 GMT -5
Michael blinked a few times before he looked up at Dare, then grinned and blinked a few more times to try to focus on his job that he couldn't abandon no matter how much he wanted to stay there in that slow kiss. Michael stepped away from Dare and flicked his wand to turn the sign open, though it didn't look like the word closed would be enough to stop the little old lady that made her way into the shop before the sign had even settled.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Werts," he said, still riding the smooth pleasure and happiness that the kiss had brought. The old woman waved her greeting and went straight to business, dropping a small bone for Elouai like she normally did as she made her way to the back of the store. Michael couldn't help but notice her eyes darting to Dare suspiciously, but he didn't think anything of it, it wasn't as though she had seen Dare often anyway.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 16:50:28 GMT -5
Dare had been watching Michael more than anything, despite the interruption. He wanted to slide up behind Michael and slip his arms around him, and it was nearly overpowering. He knew better though, and made himself look away long enough to see the old woman throw him a sharp look. He blinked in surprise, then looked to Michael, silently asking if she was always like that. His eyes slipped out of his control then and dropped slowly, taking Michael in with a mixture of longing, possessiveness, and pure joy that lingered from only moments before.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 20, 2009 17:06:23 GMT -5
Michael had barely given half a shrug before he noticed Dare's wandering eyes and averted his own for safety. The old woman wasn't the most thoughtful companion, but Michael had gotten used to the little eccentric old ladies that frequented his shop, they themselves were enough to keep him in business. Within a couple of minutes the old lady had floated a much-too-heavy bag of dog food to the counter along with many various other accessories for her little dogs.
"How are you, dear?" she asked in a wavering voice, though her eyes shot to Dare again. Fine had just escaped Michael's lips when she continued. "I read all about your troubles, dear," she said as she fished in her large purse for her money pouch, rings clinking lightly against each other. "You know," she said in a very bad stage whisper, plopping the bag on the counter and all but diving in, "There are plenty of young men out there that aren't like him." Her eyes darted back over to Dare.
Michael stopped in ringing up the items. Until then he had met her words with the customary nods and hums but finally it all sank in. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his own eyes flicking up to Dare in question.
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