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[ay_my_lord]

*he's waiting outside Hamlet's window this the evening, tossing little pebbles at it--he feels old-fashioned and teenaged at once, but he's not reaching Hamlet's cell phone so really this is not as silly as it feels. tick, tick go the stones against the glass, small and insistent taps like some kind of code that he's forgotten how to decipher*

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[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

You're right -- we can't be a normal couple. *weak smile* But thank you for playing along with me.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*won't cry--Hamlet needs him to be strong--but he does hold him a little too close, a little too hard, and kisses his hair because it's what's nearest*

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*laughs, leaning heavy against him, head on his shoulder* You aren't as shy as you used to be about kissing in public.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

It's just little kissing. You used to make out with me as though you were afraid of ... *dying* It was a lot. Now you just kiss me a little.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

I love you.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

I love you, too. *strokes back his hair to kiss his forehead*

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry for everything I've done to you.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

It's okay. You've been mostly really good to me. And I know I wouldn't have been as happy with anyone else.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*goes quiet, then, just breathing in*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*gently* Is there anything I can do?

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

I just want the whole world to go away except for the two of us. Can you do that?

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

I don't think so. But we could go back to my place, and we could shut the doors and lock them for a while.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

Then that's what I want -- I want it bad.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Then that's what we'll do. *climbs to his feet, offering his hands*

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*folds his hands into Horatio's and lifts himself up*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*and he'll keep a hand in Hamlet's as they walk back to his place--it's close, only a few blocks away; there are computer components scattered all over the floor, mugs in the sink, and a laundry basket by the couch* Sorry about the mess ...

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I like your mess. I always like it -- it's made up of all the things you do in living here, and I like ... *smiles* I like being in your home and knowing it's yours.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*smiles back--and, as promised, locks the door behind them* We can close the blinds, too, if you want.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

Let's. I don't want to know there's anything outside this room.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*goes around the walls, then, closing the blinds, shutting out sunlight--turning on lamps as he passes them*

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*smiles at him, and holds out both hands for him*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*takes his hands, and holds them warmly*

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*bows to kiss Horatio's hands on his, with a tinyteasing smile*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*laughs* How gallant.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

I can't always be a mustache-twirling villain.