Une soirée silencieuse dedans
Billy: *stretching out across my love seat with a journal and a pen, I pull my knees up, resting the journal there, writing as I hum softly to myself, not moving when Pierre hops up next to me, curling up to lay on my bare feet*
Elijah: *lying on my belly in front of the love seat, watching the fire with a soft, serene smile, looking back at you briefly* What are you writing, amour...? You're not working, I hope...
Billy: No... not working... *murmuring absently as I finish what I was writing, then smiling down at you from over the edge of the journal* I'm writing about you, if you must know. About us.
Elijah: *sitting up and back, pressing my chin over the edge of the loveseat, smiling a little with a flush* That sounds interesting... Why were you doing that?
Billy: *closing the book with a small grin, feeling a little embarrassed that I've told you about my journal, but answering you just the same* I always write about us in my journal. I have since we've been together.
Elijah: *smiling wider, sliding up onto the loveseat with you, murmuring* I didn't know that... *blushing a little* Sometimes I want to write about us, too... because I don't want to forget about certain days... certain moments... *shrugging slightly* But I'm not very good at putting those things into words...
Billy: *pulling you onto my lap and setting the journal aside, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek* Well, I can't say I'm very good either, but I like to remember moments like this. *smiling wistfully* Someday when we're old, I'll read them to you.
Elijah: *smiling tenderly, rubbing the tops of your legs* I hope I remember them anyway... I love when we're like this... nothing pressing to worry about... just us...
Billy: And it doesn't happen nearly enough, does it? *resting my forehead against yours with a soft sigh, but smiling, enjoying the simple pleasure of your warmth next to me*
Elijah: *giving you a soft, affectionate kiss* We have a lot of time, amour... Don't worry... *touching gingerly at your jaw* Is something wrong? You've been very quiet today...
Billy: Nothing specific, cheri. *smiling ruefully* I am growing accustomed to this quiet time with you. You're spoiling me with your attentions. *chuckling a little* I worry that I will grow to like this so much that I will never want to leave my room again.
Elijah: *nuzzling you* I don't want to keep you from anything you need to get done... *whispering* I'm just greedy sometimes, for your time... I wish we could spend more time together alone... go out together more often, stay in together more often... *smiling a little shyly* But I don't want to be clingy, either... I worry that I'll annoy you.
Billy: This evening is free. I have nothing but time to spend with you, love. *cuddling you close to me and settling back against the corner of the love seat* I wish that too, Elijah. Sometimes I want to take this job here - this life - and be done with it all. Run away with you and never look back. Just so we can be alone.
Elijah: *breathing in the scent of your skin, nuzzling you again* I don't think either of us are ready for that yet, though... *feeling a little saddened, reminded that you don't even want me living with you right now*
Billy: No, I don't think so. But we will be. I will take you from all this, Elijah. I promise. We will have a pretty little house wherever you want, with a big room set up facing the sun, so you can paint and make your art. *resting my cheek against your hair*
Elijah: *humming softly* I've been neglecting it as of late... The days are too short; I can't concentrate well enough for it...
Billy: *frowning slightly, bumping your temple softly with my nose* I still have all those art supplies here, you know. They're just in the wardrobe. If you ever want to paint, just pull them out. *murmuring a little more softly* This is a home to you, Elijah...
Elijah: *just as softly* I know you want me to feel that way... *snuggling closer to you* I appreciate it, truly... I just miss you sometimes... I miss waking up with you every morning, even when we were angry with each other... *biting my lip* Is that bad?
Billy: No, sweet. Of course not. I miss you too when you are not here. I want you here, Elijah. I do hope you know that. This is my home, and I want it to be your home, but I don't want it to be our home. *furrowing my brow* Does that make sense?
Elijah: *shaking my head a little* Not really... I'm sorry - I just don't understand... I mean, I know you think now that we shouldn't live together in your club... but I still wish we could... I don't know why you want to keep your work so separate from me...
Billy: *closing my eyes with a heavy sigh, pulling you closer to me unconsciously, my voice soft* I want to keep you from this life, Elijah. The tarnished goings-on of my club. I can't help but wonder what your life would have been like if I had not- *cutting myself off with another sigh, smiling shakily* I'm sorry. I want better for you, is all. I want to give you everything you deserve. And that's more than a room above a brothel.
Elijah: *quietly* But I wouldn't ask you for more than that... *giving you a serious look* You don't have to protect me from your work - from yourself... *smiling lovingly* My life wouldn't be as beautiful and wonderful as it is if I hadn't met you, Billy...
Billy: I love you. So, so much. *holding you close to me for a long minute, pushing aside my melancholy and smiling against your hair, knowing you mean what you say and taking simple joy in your words*
Elijah: I know... and I know you mean well, but not wanting me to stay here with you... *heavily* But sometimes thinking about it makes me sad, because I feel like I ruined the time when we were living together...
Billy: No, you didn't. Certainly no more than I did. Elijah... *pulling back enough so I can see your face* If you really want to be here with me again, and you think it can work, then move back in. *smiling softly* You're practically here now anyway. *more seriously* But I want you to remember how it was the last time - having to share this space with my business. You never really had a space to call your own. You have that now with your flat. And it's so close...
Elijah: *softly, apologetically* I know... I'm sorry for being pushy. You're right... *kissing you, smiling a little against your lips* And we need space from each other sometimes, too...
Billy: It makes our time together that much sweeter. *rubbing my nose against yours softly, my smile widening as I look to you*
Elijah: *whispering* I love you...
Billy: I love you, too. More than anything. *pulling you into a tight embrace, my chin hooking over your shoulder, laughing softly when I see Pierre get up in a frustrated huff because I moved my feet*
Elijah: *nuzzling your neck for a long moment* I'm glad we can be open about things like this... You tell me you love me so easily... It makes me feel less lonely...
Billy: Why do you feel lonely? *still holding you in my arms, my hands absently running up and down your back*
Elijah: I don't know... *smiling ruefully* A lot of people think I'm strange... Sometimes I wish I had more friends...
Billy: Well, what of your theater friends? Your mighty band of thespians? *pulling back with an encouraging smile* Go out and have some fun with them, Elijah. If you think I will mind, I won't. I might even be persuaded to come with you.
Elijah: *sadly* I haven't seen a lot of them lately... *quieter, a little mournfully* In fact, I've heard that Harry's gone away... but, of course, I am always the last one to know such things...
Billy: Oh, I didn't know that. Well, still. We don't have to stay here every night. There are many places we can go for a little fun. I'm sure you must know of a few I don't.
Elijah: Mmm... *not answering you past that for a moment, simply smiling and snuggling closer* I'm glad I'm with you... it doesn't really matter where we go.
Billy: *my eyes drifting to where the fire is burning in the hearth, letting you burrow down into my arms with a contented sigh* I want to go out with you some night, someplace where no one knows either of us. *chuckling softly* A seedy little club at the edge of town where we can drink dark beer and sing rowdy songs and leer at the barmaids.
Elijah: *wrinkling my nose a little* I think I'd be too busy making eyes at you to stare down any barmaids... *closing my eyes briefly* But the idea is nice... somewhere we can be alone, yet not alone... surrounded by strangers and noise... mmm...
Billy: *nuzzling my mouth against your ear, whispering with a teasing smile* I'll dress like I use to; tight trousers and hat at a rakish angle. And when the barmaids flirt with you, I'll sit you in my lap and tell them you're mine.
Elijah: *laughing softly* I miss the way you used to dress sometimes... *touching your belly gingerly with one hand* I think you're too worried about looking fat now... but, if anything, you've lost weight lately... *rubbing you absently* Mmnn... but you shouldn't. I don't like it when I can feel the difference. You should be eating more and not working so hard.
Billy: Business is very good right now; I work hard because there is much to do. *covering your hand with my own* And I eat just enough, I think. As long as my coats button closed, then I am all right. *chuckling softly* I'd not want to have to take them all to the tailor's shop. *sliding my hand over your belly with a smile* And you look very good. Not too slim. Working at the café agrees with you, cheri.
Elijah: *flushing happily when you say I look good* Yes, I like working at the café... *leaning into your affectionate touch* I like helping you, too, when I can...
Billy: *smiling at the mention of you working with me* Will you come downstairs with me tomorrow night? I've no plans to go down tonight - it will be slow, and Henri will come for me if I am needed. But tomorrow we have a new show premiering, and should have a full crowd. I certainly could use your help.
Elijah: Then I will be glad to help... *sliding off your lap and standing up with a stretch and a soft squeak, looking to your private bar* I think I'm going to pour myself some wine, if that's all right... Would you like anything?
Billy: Of course, cheri. I'll have wine too, thank you. *stretching myself when you rise, raising my arms over my head, then settling myself back into the curve of the loveseat, rearranging my robe and parting my thighs so you can sit between them, watching you at the bar with a tender smile*
Elijah: *pouring the wine carefully, then bringing the glasses back to the loveseat, handing you one, sitting between your thighs and leaning back against your solid warmth, sipping from my glass, murmuring quietly* Maman was so strange in this respect... One might say that you can't be French and dislike red wine, but she always favored white for some reason...
Billy: *taking my glass in one hand, the other snugging around your waist warmly, turning my head so I can drink deeply, letting my glass rest on my thigh when I am done* I didn't like it at all when I came to Paris. The little bit of wine I had tasted in Glasgow was far different than what we drink here. But everyone drinks wine here; even the children! *laughing lightly* I learned to get use to it.
Elijah: *closing my eyes again, cradling my glass cautiously all the same - not wanting to spill on your loveseat* Did you think the French were so strange when you came here?
Billy: Yes, very much so. I was surprised by the poverty here. We certainly had poverty in Glasgow, but even the poorest beggar still had a certain... *pausing, trying to find the right word* A certain pride in his eyes, if that makes sense. But here... so many people broken and left on the crowded streets. As if no one cares. *sighing* It was very disheartening.
Elijah: Oh... *frowning a little* Well, I wasn't expecting an answer like that... *thoughtfully* But I suppose it's true, in a way... Not many people care for the poor here.
Billy: *turning my head to see your profile, smiling softly* What did you expect me to say?
Elijah: *chuckling* I'm not sure... maybe to mention our strange talk or something like that... *taking another sip of wine, yawning*
Billy: Well, yes. That too. I didn't speak French at all, of course, and it was many months before I really understood anything. *frowning slightly, remembering* It was a very hard time. I was scared a lot... *sighing and drinking more of my wine, then setting my glass aside, wrapping the both of my arms around you* But enough of that. Are you sleepy, amour?
Elijah: Not really... just comfortable... *furrowing my brow, but not opening my eyes* I wish you could have had an easier time when you came to Paris... Whenever you talk of that time, you get so sad...
Billy: *leaning over to kiss your furrowed brow softly* I was very young. It makes me sad that I had to grow up so quickly. But I don't regret coming here. Despite everything I went through. I love my life here, with you.
Elijah: *my face relaxing instantly when you kiss me, opening my eyes, quickly gulping down my wine, setting the empty glass aside with a contented sigh, feeling the warmth settle in* I'm glad you still have your lilt... *smiling a little* When we were younger... when you first had your eye on me... I used to wonder if you would ever lose it...
Billy: *smiling with a blush* I tried to loose it for years, practiced my French accent every chance I got. But I never could get the hang of it. *shrugging* And honestly, some of my clients liked it... would pay me more if I would talk to them. So I gave up trying.
Elijah: Mrrmmm... I don't like it when you talk about the clients you used to have... *chuckling a little* It makes me jealous. *softly* Because I love it when you talk to me, too... when we're like that... Your accent gets thicker...
Billy: *nuzzling my mouth softly against your ear, murmuring wetly* Leam aingeal. Tha gaol agam ort; mhàin ort. *snuggling my arms around you and cuddling you close, letting my eyes drop shut as I breathe in the scent of your skin*
[My angel. I love you; only you.]
Elijah: *biting my lip with a smile* How could anyone deny you when you talk like that...? *whispering* It's almost like magic...
Billy: *whispering back to you, grinning into your hair* It's only for you, you know. The Gaelic. I wish I knew more of it... I just can't remember.
Elijah: *squirming happily* That's all right... When we go back to Scotland one day, you will learn more...
Billy: *laughing softly when you squirm, holding you closer so you can't move, my cheek resting against yours and gazing into the fire again, feeling all together warm and content with you here, humming softly without even realizing it*
Elijah: *dreamily* I want you to do something for me tomorrow, if you have time...
Billy: *asking softly* Hmm? What's that, mon amour?
Elijah: *smiling mischievously* Pick me up something sweet... I've been craving chocolate lately... *feeling a little guilty for asking you for such a trifle*
Billy: *laughing delightedly, gathering you up into my arms and kissing playfully at your neck* You are something sweet, cheri. How about I pick you up for myself?
Elijah: *laughing with you* You spoil me when you flatter me this way... That is why I am becoming so greedy...
Billy: *tsking my tongue at you* Asking for a treat is not greedy, Elijah. You know I will gladly give you anything within my power to give you. It makes me happy to do so. Come with me and we will go to the chocolate shoppe together. You can choose your treat for yourself.
Elijah: *flushing* I can pay for it myself, too... I'm just being selfish... *turning in your arms, giving you an earnest look, leaning in and giving you a soft kiss, murmuring against your mouth* This light... does odd things to your skin... The shadows are more pronounced, and yet you look younger... mmm...
Billy: *returning your kiss softly, my hand reaching up to cup your cheek, arching an eyebrow at you curiously at your comment* I think being here with you, like this, is what makes me look younger.
Elijah: Oh... *nuzzling you* I have no such magical power, amour... *chuckling* It's just the light...
Billy: Well, I think this light makes you look even more beautiful. *reaching up with one hand to run it through your hair, letting the long strands fall from between my fingers* So black. Your hair always looks so black, even in the firelight.
Elijah: *turning my face and brushing my lips against the palm of your hand* One day, it might be gray... *giving your palm an affectionate bite with a soft giggle, my eyes lighting up*
Billy: *my eyes flashing at the feel of your little, sharp teeth, leaning in to kiss you playfully, pressing a soft smacking kiss against your mouth* If your hair turns gray, it will be because of me, I'm sure.
Elijah: *smirking* Maybe... *pushing you back against the loveseat, leaning in to you, ducking my head a little, placing soft nips and kisses along your neck*
Billy: *stretching under you delightedly, my hands caressing up your sides, hooking my fingers into the sash around your waist and giving it a soft tug, stretching my neck for you to offer you greater access* And you say I spoil you...
Elijah: *murmuring against your skin* You do, sweetheart... *squirming against you as I continue to lick and kiss and bite at your warm skin* But that doesn't mean I can't do the same in return, sometimes...
Billy: Elijah... *murmuring breathlessly, my eyes fluttering when you squirm* You do. Far more than you realize. *parting my thighs so you can snug between them*
Elijah: *softly* I want to take care of you... I always want to take care of you... *pulling back with a sultry smile, crawling back off the edge of the loveseat, kneeling on the floor between your parted thighs, sliding my hands up your legs, parting the robe* Let me...?
Billy: *turning so my feet rest on the floor between your knees, my head lolling back against the back of the loveseat, gazing down at you with hazy, heavily-lidded eyes, my hands caressing absently over my bare belly* You know I can never say no to you, amour.
Elijah: *leaning in, holding your gaze, my eyes full of love for you, wanting nothing more than to please you in this moment, parting your thighs just a little wider with my hands, then leaning in more, kissing wetly at the head of your cock before taking it into my mouth, sucking gently, swirling my tongue around it, humming around you*
Billy: *humming softly in pleasure, my thighs falling open easily under your touch, arching my back slowly as I feel myself swell in your mouth, reaching one hand out to caress through your hair, watching you adoringly* My lover...
Elijah: *looking up at you, smiling around you, then pulling back a little, sliding a hand along you, pumping almost lazily, whispering* Do you remember... when I was so young, and you kissed me by the river...? *leaning in again, licking delicately at the head of your cock as I continue to stroke you, then leaving wet kisses up your length* You wanted this... you wanted and I saw it... *whispering* I knew even then...
Billy: *my mouth curling up into a hazy, lusty smile, tangling my fingers in your hair and playing with it as I watch you, my free hand rubbing low across my belly* Yes, of course I remember... I... *moaning softly, my eyes fluttering in pleasure* I remember how that one kiss set such... oh, set such a fire in me...
Elijah: *taking you deeper into my mouth as you speak, sucking deeply and hungrily, rubbing near the base of your cock with both hands, my brow furrowed in concentration, swallowing around you with a quiet, muffled moan*
Billy: *my chin dropping to my chest as low groan escapes my throat, unconsciously tugging on your hair as my hips lift from the loveseat, the feeling of your moan around me giving me a shiver all up the insides of my thighs* Dieu...
Elijah: *falling into a trance-like rhythm, sucking and tasting you deeply, my hands slipping to your hips, tugging them, encouraging you to move, loving the heavy-hot weight of you in my mouth*
Billy: *letting my eyes fall shut with a shivery moan, wanting to concentrate on the exquisite feeling of your mouth working over me, so slick and hot, pressing my free hand against the cushion of the love seat and using the leverage to lift and lower my hips in time to your sucking, whispering nonsensical praises to you between panted breaths*
Elijah: *pulling back, looking up at you, just wanting to watch you - your flushed face, the quick rising and falling of your chest, the quivering of your thighs on either side of my face; merely mouthing the head of your cock now, teasing with each parting of my lips, feigning each time the intent to take you deep into my mouth again, only to pull back again*
Billy: *crying out softly in frustration and longing when you take the heat of your mouth away from me, my hips lifting vainly towards you, finally opening my eyes and looking down to where you are, my breath coming heavily and uneven* Elijah...
Elijah: *giving the head of your cock a slow suck, then pulling back with a coy smile* Mmm? What's wrong...? *one of my hands sliding lightly along the bottom of your length*
Billy: *sliding down further against the loveseat, my hips rolling up into your touch, moaning softly as I run my free hand across my chest, letting you see the unveiled desire in my eyes* Don't leave me waiting, cheri... You know how I love your mouth.
Elijah: *shaking my head slightly* Come with me to the bed... My knees hurt... *giving the inside of one of your thighs a wet kiss*
Billy: *holding back my laughter at the almost petulant look on your face, standing slowly and letting my robe fall from my body completely, pulling you to your feet and then wordlessly sweeping you up into my arms, holding you close to me as I cross to the bed*
Elijah: *enduring your usual ridiculous tendency to carry me to bed with a slightly embarrassed smile, pulling you to me as soon as you lay me out, whispering huskily* Come here and be close with me awhile...
Billy: You have to take this off first. *climbing up next to you and slipping off your robe, laying it on the edge of the bed before stretching myself out next to you, my arm snugging warmly around your waist*
Elijah: *squirming against you, just wanting to feel your skin against mine, flushing brighter as I cup your face in my hands, forcing your bottom lip to endure a series of wet, biting kisses*
Billy: *giving over to your kisses eagerly, letting my eyes fall to half mast, watching you in between soft, breathy moans, my hips pressing close to you with every delicious nip, smoothing my hands all down the length of your back*
Elijah: *squirming more at your gentle touches, practically writhing against you, finally hooking a leg over you with a soft gasp, pulling you close, rubbing myself wantonly against you, my hips moving helplessly, the friction making me groan against your lips*
Billy: *letting my hands slip down to your hips, holding them tightly as I match the rhythm you've set, crying out softly before taking your mouth in a deep, wet kiss*
Elijah: *whispering raspily between kisses* Closer... oh, closer... amour... *pulling you roughly on top of me, knowing I'm being demanding and impatient but unable to help it, clinging to you and curling my body beneath you, sucking briefly on your tongue as you plunder my mouth*
Billy: *groaning as I stretch myself out on top of you, my back rippling with the pleasure of the heat of your body, the feeling of your working muscles, grinding my hips in time with yours slowly, feeling the wetness on the head of your cock smear across my belly, raggedly moaning your name*
Elijah: *sweating, arching against you weakly, my lust for you leaving me strangely sapped of strength, pleading quietly* Be inside of me... You're so hard, Billy; I need to feel you inside...
Billy: *leaving your body only long enough to retrieve the oil, oiling myself up quickly, then sliding my slick fingers between your thighs, rubbing and pushing two fingers deep, instantly working them into and out of you, leaning over to kiss you as I prepare you*
Elijah: *letting out a ragged moan, pulling my own thighs up and back for you, whimpering against your mouth, feeling and loving your eagerness* Ah, Billy... Billy, je t'aime... *spreading myself even wider for you, relishing the vulnerability*
Billy: My beauty... oh, my only... *raking my eyes over you hungrily, the sight of you so willing and needy under me making me swell even more, taking my breath from me, withdrawing my fingers almost impatiently as I stretch over you, slowing my movements as I begin to fill you, wanting to savor it*
Elijah: *my voice becoming higher and breathier* Oh, god... *my fingernails digging into my skin as I continue to hold my thighs up and back for you, trembling as you push inside of me, my eyelids fluttering*
Billy: *wrapping your thighs around my waist with a finality to my movements that leaves no room for question, gathering you up close to me, wanting your sweet body all around me as I begin to move, burying my face against the crook of your neck and letting my eyes fall shut*
Elijah: *cradling your head with both hands, my fingers tangling in your hair, cradling you with my body, rocking beneath you as much as the weight of your body will allow*
Billy: *pressing myself against you from shoulder to hip, our bodies rocking, each thrust slow and deep, the heat of your body making me shudder and clutch at you, wanting to prolong the pleasure of our lovemaking* Je t'aime... je t'aime...
Elijah: *pressing my lips to your hair, whispering fervently* Je sais, mon doux... *your shuddering setting off my own, arching against you again and again, my cock trapped between the press of our bellies, whimpering* I'm going to come... *gasping and straining against you, knowing you want this to last* I can't help it... *moaning, feeling the tingling in the small of my back threaten to explode out, feeling myself hanging precariously on the edge of release, squeezing my eyes tightly shut*
[I know, my sweet one...]
Billy: *stilling my hips with a supreme effort, having to bite hard at my lip to keep from rubbing myself against you, feeling how close you are, how tight your body is, how hot your skin has become, exhaling a shuddery breath before pressing soft kisses to your temple and ear, shushing you* Not yet... wait for me, cheri. Wait for me.
Elijah: *arching against you futilely, moaning breathily, squirming just to feel the minute shifting of your hard cock inside of me, shivering and weak and wanting*
Billy: *slipping my hands under you so I can cup your behind, pulling you even closer to me, my hips aching to move, my resistance breaking down in the face of your need, slowly thrusting my hips again, in and out, still holding you tight*
Elijah: *yelping when you shift a little and the head of your cock brushes my spot deep within me, my body limp and quivering beneath yours, feeling completely powerless yet utterly protected and loving it, trying so hard to hold myself back for you like you asked*
Billy: *my hips move faster, unable to resist you when you're so sweet and perfect in my arms, needing me so, parting my thighs so I can keep the same angle when I feel you press back, opening my mouth so I can kiss at your neck*
Elijah: Non... *steeling myself when you move faster, feeling bombarded by pleasure* Oh, no... no... amour... *clutching at you with an urgent half-grunt, half-cry, my breath becoming short as I lose the last of my resolve*
Billy: God, yes... don't hold back... *mouthing my words wetly against the stretch of your neck, giving into my urge to thrust harder, moving in time to the heavy contractions of your orgasm, crying out as I feel myself slip deeper inside of you with every thrust*
Elijah: *crying out loudly, again and again, my hips lifting strongly against yours as I ride out my release, pulling unmindfully at your hair, shuddering and bucking sporadically*
Billy: *your shuddering only bringing on my own, giving over to my need and coming with a long, breathless cry, my hips jerking before falling back into their rhythm, my thrusts becoming slower and more languid as my orgasm washes through me*
Elijah: *moaning very low when I feel you spill inside of me, moving with you slowly, my eyes gradually opening to half-mast, my breathing eventually becoming more even, still holding you tightly to me, unwilling to give up this closeness quite yet*
Billy: *holding you close as I rest my weight against you, sighing in utter contentment and cuddling you close, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and jaw*
Elijah: *sliding my hands up and down your back, humming softly, turning my face and catching one of your kisses, smiling against your lips* How can you be that good, mmm...?
Billy: We are that good, my beautiful one. Only together. *whispering huskily between kisses, my mouth smiling against yours, feeling swollen and over-kissed, but relishing the feeling, still kissing you softly as I roll us to our sides, not willing to let you go*
Elijah: *giving you an odd look, caressing one of your cheeks gently, whispering* You'll truly love me forever, won't you?
Billy: *frowning slightly at your question, worry lining my brow as I gently press my arms around you, holding you close to me* I couldn't stop loving you if I tried, Elijah. *softly* Don't I love you well enough, cheri?
Elijah: *smiling* That isn't what I meant... It just surprises me sometimes; catches me off-guard... I'll look at you when we're like this and just see all of your love for me at once - written into your eyes... Sometimes, it's overwhelming to think about... *shyly* Am I being silly?
Billy: *smiling softly and shaking my head* Of course not. I see it too, you know. Right there. *reaching a hand up to caress gently over your brow* I know how lucky I am.
Elijah: *flushing happily* We are lucky together... *giving you a soft kiss, snuggling tighter against you*
Billy: We should clean up, but I don't want to move. *nuzzling your hair with a soft chuff of laughter, raising my head when Pierre leaps up onto the edge of the bed* Pierre, fetch us a towel, oui? *tsking my tongue when he curls up dismissively, his back to us*
Elijah: *chuckling* Oh, how nice it would be if it were that easy... but Pierre wouldn't do that for us even if he was able, grouchy old tomcat. *raising my eyebrows a little* I want to say something, but it's a little out of the blue... do you mind?
Billy: *my own eyebrows raising in curiosity, shaking my head* Of course not.
Elijah: *softly, a little hesitantly* I want you to spend a night in my bed... *lowering my gaze a little* I know it would be awkward for you, spending time in my home - what with Hannah... and it is crowded right now... but sometimes I want to be with you, there... be in my home, with you...
Billy: *resting my head against the pillow, smiling softly* If it means that much to you, then of course I will. *chuckling a little* It certainly will be crowded, and not very private, but Hannah is your family; Dominic and Mira are our friends. It will be all right because it should be that way.
Elijah: *nodding, kissing at your face absently, murmuring* I want us to spend time together... with them... not always so separate. It could be nice.
Billy: Mmhmm... *letting my eyes close, the soft feeling of your kisses soothing to me, smiling more and snuggling closer to you, my voice soft* When the weather is warmer, we should spend a day together. At the beach, or the countryside... somewhere away from the hectic city.
Elijah: *smiling* Yes... *nuzzling you* That sounds so nice... I think we're all in need of a fresh start, hmm?
Billy: *nodding sleepily, my eyes still closed, leaning into your nuzzling indulgently* I love Mira, and I want her to be happy. Dominic makes her happy, and it's not for me to question why. *chuckling a little at myself* I'm terribly stubborn...
Elijah: *humming in agreement* Oui, always... but you have good intentions, amour... You only want the best for those you love. That is not bad.
Billy: *laughing when you so readily agree with me* I try, cheri. I do try. *yawning suddenly, tucking my face against your shoulder to stifle it* Mmm... I think I am ready for sleep.
Elijah: *smiling* Me too... *shifting against you lazily* Thank you for spending so much time with me today... You always make me feel so special...
Billy: You are special, amour. And not just to me. *reaching for the sheets with one hand and pulling them over us, all the way up to our shoulders, slipping my hand under and wrapping my arm around you again, snuggling close* I love you...
Elijah: Et tu sais je t'aime. *closing my eyes and letting myself fall asleep*
[and you know I love you.]