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[ downstairs ]
The change from couch to bed, gentle though it may be, is nonetheless unexpected. But he distracts Alex with a kiss, as green eyes go wide in startlement, grey eyes asking - almost pleading, perhaps - for trust.
Trust me. I love you.
A shaky nod, and he gives Alex no time for any other response, warmer-than-most hands roving freely over bare skin under an untucked shirt as he pulls Alex on top of him, mouth hot on Alex's neck; and he pushes the shirt out of the way, pulling back only enough to remove it. Hands and lips trace over stomach and chest before the shirt is even dropped to the floor beside the bed.
Alex, mon chevalier, j'suis ton ange et je t'aime -
A quiet sound, something between a gasp, a moan, a whimper, a prayer. A hand in dark hair, pulling him into a kiss, as fingertips trace lightly in small circles at the small of Alex's back again. He pulls Alex closer, hips rocking sharply against hips, leaving his interest - his desire for the dark-haired knight - unmistakeable.
The change from couch to bed, gentle though it may be, is nonetheless unexpected. But he distracts Alex with a kiss, as green eyes go wide in startlement, grey eyes asking - almost pleading, perhaps - for trust.
Trust me. I love you.
A shaky nod, and he gives Alex no time for any other response, warmer-than-most hands roving freely over bare skin under an untucked shirt as he pulls Alex on top of him, mouth hot on Alex's neck; and he pushes the shirt out of the way, pulling back only enough to remove it. Hands and lips trace over stomach and chest before the shirt is even dropped to the floor beside the bed.
Alex, mon chevalier, j'suis ton ange et je t'aime -
A quiet sound, something between a gasp, a moan, a whimper, a prayer. A hand in dark hair, pulling him into a kiss, as fingertips trace lightly in small circles at the small of Alex's back again. He pulls Alex closer, hips rocking sharply against hips, leaving his interest - his desire for the dark-haired knight - unmistakeable.