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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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[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.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

What are you now?

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*soft* I'm yours.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*softer* You're yours, too.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

I'd have to be, to give myself to you. Can I give myself to you?

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

If you want to. *brings his fingertips up to kiss them, lips just softly brushing*

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*shuddering at the softness of it* I do.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*it feels like another I do, but he can't let himself think it--he just draws Hamlet close and holds him*

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*laughing, leaning into him, kissing him beneath his ear* Thank you.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*and doesn't say, but when you go home you won't be mine anymore, or even yours--just snuggles closer and kisses his cheek*

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*but if there isn't anywhere outside this room, there isn't any home to go to, and this never has to end -- closing the blinds isn't enough to make it true, but if he closes his eyes, only listens to Horatio being there and breathing --*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*and it's been ages, hasn't it, since they've actually made love--in a way, he would prefer it if this were all that was expected, all that he needed to provide; presence and steady breath*