Gimmie Sympathy
Who: Alfred and Ivan
When: December 8th, afternoon
Where: A coffeeshop.
What: Ivan and Alfred spend the afternoon at a cafe. (read: Kelsey and Meru wanted fluff. We buckled)
( Come on baby, play me something, like )
When: December 8th, afternoon
Where: A coffeeshop.
What: Ivan and Alfred spend the afternoon at a cafe. (read: Kelsey and Meru wanted fluff. We buckled)
( Come on baby, play me something, like )
Ivan Braginsky: *finishes the last of his second coffee*
Alfred F. Jones: So...That's a yes
Ivan Braginsky: ...mm?
Alfred F. Jones: To me being the surprising one.
Ivan Braginsky: Da.
Alfred F. Jones: *looks around again before leaning up to kiss you lightly, hand pressing against your chest*
Ivan Braginsky: M-mmf... *cuts off to silence himself, keeping heads from turning as he kisses back*
Alfred F. Jones: *pulls back after a minute* There~!
Ivan Braginsky: Being spontaneous?
Alfred F. Jones: Yep. Very spontaneous.
Ivan Braginsky: If you're spontaneous too often, I'll catch on.
Alfred F. Jones: Mmm, you will never know what I'm going to do. And you love it.
Ivan Braginsky: I'm used to it, yes.
Alfred F. Jones: So, if I were to kiss you again, you'd object, because you'd see it coming~?
Ivan Braginsky: ...nyet. Why would I object?
Alfred F. Jones: Dunno, kissing might seem boring to you~
Ivan Braginsky: When did I say that?
Alfred F. Jones: Speculation.
Ivan Braginsky: Then you know nothing about me~
Alfred F. Jones: No, I really don't, do I?
Ivan Braginsky: What's my favorite color?
Alfred F. Jones: Red.
Ivan Braginsky: Favorite plant?
Alfred F. Jones: Sunflower~
Ivan Braginsky: Favorite food~
Alfred F. Jones: Borsht
Ivan Braginsky: See? You know some things.
Alfred F. Jones: Ivan, a person could spend a day with you and know that.
Ivan Braginsky: Then what do you know about me that no one else ever could?
Alfred F. Jones: Hmm... That I know you're secret weakness~
Ivan Braginsky: And that is?
Alfred F. Jones: Me~
Ivan Braginsky: You're not my greatest weakness, Alfred. *chuckles*
Alfred F. Jones: Then what is?
Alfred F. Jones: Vodka?
Alfred F. Jones: Family?
Ivan Braginsky: I'm not even sure what it is.
Alfred F. Jones: It me. I know these things.
Ivan Braginsky: That's just your ego talking.
Alfred F. Jones: Bastard.
Ivan Braginsky: You chose to date me.
Alfred F. Jones: That's because I know you're a big marshmallow.
Ivan Braginsky: Being compared to a semi-solid cube of lard is not very complimenting.
Alfred F. Jones: ...Pfffffffft *butts his head against yours* You... Are ridiculous.
Ivan Braginsky: Only sometimes.
Alfred F. Jones: Like, ninety-percent of the time.
Ivan Braginsky: Hush~
Ivan Braginsky: I'm secretly a child at heart.
Alfred F. Jones: I knew it!
Ivan Braginsky: Mm?
Alfred F. Jones: You are a softie.
Ivan Braginsky: For a few things, maybe.
Alfred F. Jones: Like me~
Ivan Braginsky: Maybe.
Alfred F. Jones: Yes.
Ivan Braginsky: I said only maybe~
Alfred F. Jones: It's a yes.
Ivan Braginsky: Maybe~
Alfred F. Jones: Yes.
Ivan Braginsky: *leans in* maybe~
Alfred F. Jones: So I get a yes if I do... *leans up, kissing you* This~?
Ivan Braginsky: Mm, yes.
Alfred F. Jones: Yay~ *looks around* Ugh... People are staring.
Ivan Braginsky: We should leave then.
Alfred F. Jones: You sure~?
Ivan Braginsky: Maybe adin more~ so we can leave an impression, da?
Alfred F. Jones: ...Adin?
Ivan Braginsky: One~
Ivan Braginsky: Unless you're going to misinterpret again and think it means "eleven."
Alfred F. Jones: A-Are you sure...? I mean, everyone's staring and...
Ivan Braginsky: If they're staring, then it's their problem.
Alfred F. Jones: Ivan- Seriously, this is embarrassing... Let's go back to the apartment.
Ivan Braginsky: *leans in* nyet~
Alfred F. Jones: *blushes, kissing you quickly* T-There...
Ivan Braginsky: Too quick.
Alfred F. Jones: Ivan- please- people are watching...
Ivan Braginsky: I'm not getting up.
Alfred F. Jones: They don't need to watch us...
Ivan Braginsky: They don't need to.
Alfred F. Jones: But they are because, y'know...
Ivan Braginsky: ...jealous?
Alfred F. Jones: *laughs weakly* Not... exactly what I was thinking.
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Alfred F. Jones: *follows you, letting out a sigh of relief* Now, if you really wanted to prove a point you'd throw me back down to the couch and kiss me senseless.
Alfred F. Jones: *joking*
Ivan Braginsky: *pauses in the doorway, then grabs your wrist and throws both their weights onto the couch in a shamelessly aligned fashion, kissing you passionate and deep, with his body weight keeping you from escape, breath, or retaliation*
Alfred F. Jones: *stares, struggling for about two seconds before finding you much more involving than the murmurs around them, sneaking his arms around your neck. When he's pretty sure he can't breath, he turns his head, smirking* I am seriously going to kill you.
Ivan Braginsky: I think my freshly dead corpse and your blood-splattered clothes would be a much less welcoming sight than us. *gets up, offering you a hand, then he brushes himself off and gathers together his dignity in a serious expression, promptly leaving the coffee shop with the thought that he will probably never come here again*
Alfred F. Jones: *follows you, not as gathered, but awkwardly laces his fingers with yours, finding your shoulder to be a fantastic place to hide his blush*
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