The Laertes/Guildenstern AU ... why do we bother calling it that any longer? ^_~

[ay_my_lord]

*scene--the apartment that Horatio and Rey now share, on a lovely summer day; Horatio has opened a window to catch the sunlight, and he's sitting in the patch of sun, curled up on his beanbag chair. when Rey passes, he'll look up, with a smile* Can I ask you something?

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[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Then what do you want to do? I got to choose this, and now it's your turn.

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

We both chose this. And we should both choose the next thing, too ...

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*traces his ribs, then* Could you suggest something, maybe?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*silly* I want to make cupcakes.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*sillyback, with a light kiss* With frosting?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*nods and laughs, touching noses* But you get to decide what kind.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Mmmm. *considers* What kind of cupcakes?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

Chocolate, maybe?q

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

^____^ I kind of want German chocolate frosting, then.

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*laughs* And maybe we can put cherries on top --

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*beams* Perfect. *sheepish* I guess we'd have to put our clothes on, though ...

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*shy* Can I look at you a little longer?

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*stroking back his hair* Only if I can look at you some more ...

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*oh -- tracing ribs with only the tips of his fingers, the back of his thumb, following a line across the top of his hip and back again* I just ... I like you like this. *realizing how silly this probably sounds* You're like an angel.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*even now, arching a little at the touch* Maybe not an angel ... angels wouldn't make love to you, right?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*fingertips becoming flat palms, a slow and easy caress from hip to thigh --* Maybe not.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Oh-- *snuggles against him, at that, hesitantly pressing his own palm to the curve of Rey's hip* --um. Do you still want to look at me ...?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*blushes, suddenly self-conscious* Oh -- sorry --

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*nuzzles him* Don't be sorry. It's nice when you touch me. ^__^

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

But I'd never stop touching you, if you didn't say anything. *blushing deeper* ... You really are beautiful like an angel. Beautiful and good, and ... when you arch your back, sometimes ... sometimes I'm surprised you don't have wings.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mind if you never stopped touching me ... *looks up at him, eyes bright with wonder, and traces his jaw with shaking fingers* But if I'm an angel, you must be some kind of god ... and I'm not really a proper Christian anymore, I couldn't be, because I feel like I should worship you; you're beautiful like one of the old Roman gods ... *silly* except not Roman.

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*laughs, brushing lips against a finger, taking it for a moment between them, tongue sweetlytenderly twirling to touch it* ... I'm not strong enough to be a god ...

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*closes his eyes at the intimacy of it, gently sliding his fingertip along Rey's lower lip* And I'm not pure enough to be an angel ... so can I just be yours instead?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*shudders, pressing close and with his whole body* If I'm yours.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

If you want to be. *drawing them together, arms about Rey's waist and lips pressing a kiss to his neck* I want us to be ...