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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 25, 2009 20:46:27 GMT -5
Anywhere you want. Dare's lips were in a semi-permanent curve. His first reflex was to turn the question back on Michael, but when Michael deferred, he was impossible to drag an opinion out of. "I want to go somewhere like London, where people won't be asses everywhere," he murmured. "Does the book say anything about that?" It had things like cakes and cake toppers, but as far as Dare was concerned, the honeymoon was a big effing deal.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 25, 2009 20:52:50 GMT -5
Michael flipped through pages until he found a little list of places were couples could go without much problem. "Yes, it's not a big list, and I'm sure they don't have everything..." he said as he read over the places. He wasn't so sure about some of them, considering they were on the beach. He didn't like the idea of being on a beach with a lot of other people around to see them, even if Dare had said once that he would take him to a beach one day.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 25, 2009 21:15:20 GMT -5
Dare pulled himself from the pleasant warmth of the crook of Michael's neck to look down at the book. His brows drew together. "I have no clue," Dare said. So many of them were beaches, and a few of them he wasn't even sure what or where they were. Provincetown? Dare's smile finally faded. "I don't care," he said at last. "Just as long as we're not locked in our apartment."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 25, 2009 21:20:33 GMT -5
Michael shook his head slowly as he read. He wasn't any more sure than Dare was. "I guess we could always just go to France," he said absently. He hadn't heard much, but from the description it sounded good. And at least he knew where Paris was, especially when compared to the rest of the things listed on the page. He flipped another couple of pages to a two page spread about it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 25, 2009 21:57:34 GMT -5
Michael didn't sound at all convinced, and Dare didn't know much about France except they were snobs, they had the Eiffel Tower, and that French fries weren't from France. He looked over the pages anyway, though. "It looks nice," he said, sliding his hands against Michael's back and stomach.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 25, 2009 22:01:32 GMT -5
Michael looked at Dare as he rode the easy pleasure that came from those hands on his skin. "Do you have a better idea?" he asked. It wasn't hard to catch on that perhaps Dare wasn't too keen on the idea of France. "My parents went to Italy," he said. Really, a lot of people he knew had gone to Italy, or even France.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 25, 2009 22:14:02 GMT -5
Dare knew even less about Italy. Spaghetti and the mob, and that was about it. "France sounds good," he said. If Michael's parents had gone to Italy, then Dare definitely did not want to go there. He didn't want a single chance that Soren's death would catch up with Michael on their honeymoon. He wanted it to be just the two of them, without ghosts or skeletons. "We should stay in a Muggle hotel or something," he suggested. "Go incognito and maybe the Prophet won't catch up with us."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 25, 2009 22:18:12 GMT -5
Michael grinned at that thought. "Actually, I like that," he said. It would be good, they could stay somewhere where no one would know who they were, far away from any prejudiced wizarding people. It would be heaven. "I really like that idea," he said again, softer, and tilted his head to nuzzle lightly against Dare's. It would be a perfect way to stay away from everything, just immerse themselves in another culture completely.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 25, 2009 22:25:33 GMT -5
"France, then," Dare murmured, his eyes open just long enough to glimpse Michael's face. Then he moved to steal a kiss again, despite the fact that he realized they were still in an open shop. No one had come in for so long now that part of him had decided peak hours were over, after three customers. Of course, that was the part that continued to think of slipping upstairs with Michael, despite reality.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 25, 2009 22:30:14 GMT -5
Right when Michael had decided to just give in to the kiss, he heard the door open and pulled away, speaking his usual greeting in a slightly less legible voice. The rest of the afternoon went much like that, the two of them flipping casually through the book and marking the things they chose and thinking through other ideas that weren't written down. They were interrupted by a fairly constant stream of customers until Dare had to leave, and even with someone in the shop Michael had spared a moment for a brief farewell kiss before he was gone and Michael was alone in the shop again.
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