14th Letter; video

[hisdiscretion]

[It's just after sirens and Franz is looking tired and considerably rumpled, though his eyes sparkle with a kind of world-weary amusement. His white-gold glow is cast all about the features of a motel, where he's seated at a table.]Hi everyone. Daedalus and I sort of had our house broken into today. We weren't robbed - rather a murder suspect and

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[gaveherwings]

[He waits until after the NV recording is done before he speaks up lazily in a mumbled half-groan from the bed, lying back with his eyes shut.]

You say it as though something terrible came out of the mistletoe incident.

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus smiles back at his one-eyed gaze in strong affection, fingers still teasing gentle lazy circles at the nape of his neck.]

Just think, if you'd been at work, if those buffoons came crashing right through the office windows, you'd be stuck over there at Lion's Gate, making dozens of phone calls to the necessary authorities, with Chief Raul positively irate, and then-

[He tsks, with an elaborate sigh, gathering a pillow up under his free arm and nestling his chin into it.]

It would be hours before you could come home to me.

[The dog feels it necessary to scoot up in the space between them at that exact moment, making a single scrappy yap, as if to remind them he's still here too.

Which somewhat softens the possessive edge of 'home to me', when the depth of Daedalus' gaze falls away into slight exasperation.]

...and Mr. Muggles.

[hisdiscretion]

You're really romantic. [Franz gushes quietly, a little of his tension melting away as he tucks his face back into his arm. He's not the least bit ashamed to gently shove Mr. Muggles aside in favor of wiggling a little closer to Daedalus.]

Mr. Muggles, until you can give me a massage, your services aren't needed at the moment.

[gaveherwings]

I'm not. [He insists, with the slightly shamed flush to his cheeks that still considers being called a romantic some kind of weakness.]

Not really. You just bring it out in me. [and his hand settles attentively between shoulderblades, when the dog is scooted aside.]

...You want a massage?

[hisdiscretion]

When you say stuff like "come home to me" it's romantic. [Franz is still remaining hidden, knowing Daedalus is close enough to hear and understand him. He sighs, liking the warmth and pressure of Daedalus hand at one of the many places his tension pools.]

It's okay if you just rub my back a little... that always calms me down.

[gaveherwings]

[Those were the words of a dangerous prayer at the forefront of my mind, once- gone far too long unanswered. It's not really so romantic at all.]

It's good to be close like this.

[He murmurs all the same, hooking one foot around his ankle and pressing nose and mouth against Franz's shoulder while sliding a hand beneath his clothes and stroking at his back, absorbing himself in meticulously attacking Franz's points of tension. Which is infinitely better than lying there, nose tickled annoyingly by pet dander, wondering how many evicted cat ladies have spent nights in the room.]

[hisdiscretion]

Mm... yes. [Franz does loosen beneath those gentle touches. While the jarring disturbances of the day aren't totally erased, in spite of the uncomfortable room he feels safe with Daedalus's skin against his.

He lets out a moan that's almost a purr, stretching slightly beneath him.] A little further up... mm, right there...

[gaveherwings]

[He likes to see Franz all but luxuriating under the ministrations of his hand, though it always leaves him remembering that one night they spent at Uzushio last March.

Daedalus knows that he hears a lot of daily lies and bottles too much tension- the migraine medications can only relieve so much of it. So his fingers seek out pockets of tension, warming, and he contents himself to lie still, trying not to worry about darkness decay exposure to the apartment.]

What about the lower part of your back? [He murmurs sleepily after a time]

[hisdiscretion]

Yes, please. Keep going. [Franz groans and shudders once Daedalus gives even the slightest warm touch to the dip of his lower back. It's a very delicate and sensitive spot for him.] Mnn...!

[gaveherwings]

You're sensitive there. [He smirks, knowing, his touch a little more painstaking and careful.

He's tempted, while Franz is here on his back, to burrow his hand down a little further and squeeze gently up and down the backs of his thighs-

But Daedalus is patient for that, he's settled in for the evening, and liking every appreciative hum off his partner.]