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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 10:32 pm
Wonder Boy, huh...? He didn't think he was all that wonderful, but he didn't comment on it, just as he hadn't ever commented on it, before.
He smiled and watched as Ganymede backed away, lifting a hand to wave to him. "Monday night, then." And then he was gone.
Valhalla let out a small sigh, waiting and focusing on the energy signal for a bit longer, before making his way back over to the fire escape where he powered down and climbed back through the window into his apartment. There was nothing more to do for the night, so he hit the button to roll down the giant screen over the large window in the front of the apartment and went about getting ready for bed, changing out of his clothes and wearing nothing more than his boxers. It wasn't unusual, really. As long as no one was there, he didn't really feel the need to wear more when he went to bed.
Chris was in the middle of brushing his teeth when he heard a knock at the door and frowned in confusion as he quickly spit into the sink and made his way down to see who could possibly be at his door so late at night.
He was surprised when he looked through the peephole and quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open.
"Paris? What's wrong?" he asked, looking her over to see if she was hurt or... some other reason as to why she was over there.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:08 am
Paris had made his way back relatively slowly, not wanting to show up on Chris's doorstep so soon after he'd departed as Ganymede for fear that Chris might find it suspicious somehow, but he didn't want to dawdle outside for too long either. After about fifteen to twenty minutes, he was standing by Chris's building again, and let himself in with the security code Chris had made sure to share with him, in case he should need to get in on his own. Once inside, it was simply a matter of waiting for one of the elevators and taking it all the way up to the top floor.
His first knock was a bit quiet. He wondered if Chris would even be able to hear it and knocked again, louder this time. He wasn't left waiting long, and smiled at his boyfriend as the door was opened for him, leaning up to give him a quick kiss as he moved around him to let himself in.
"I couldn't sleep," he said, which wasn't necessarily a lie, though he was sure if he actually laid down and tried it wouldn't be all that difficult for him to drift off. There'd been so much activity lately -- more so than usual for him -- that a little more sleep wouldn't hurt him. "I didn't want to sit around at home, so I thought I'd come over and see what you were doing, if you were still awake."
Obviously, Chris was getting ready for bed. Paris looked him over, rather liking the sight of him with no shirt on. He moved closer for a quick hug and nuzzled Chris's shoulder.
"Can I stay the night?" he asked.
Perhaps coming here and talking with him as Ganymede hadn't been such a great idea after all. Now he didn't want to leave.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:50 am
Chris stared at his girlfriend as she made her way into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind them out of habit, although the chances of someone breaking in was greatly reduced.
"Couldn't sleep?" he repeated, letting her hug him and hugging her back, before laughing lightly at her request. "If you really want to," he said with a smile, leaning down for a quick kiss and then reaching down to lift her up into his arms, carrying her back out to the living room and then up the stairs. Er, hopefully she didn't mind. He knew she usually had a process of taking off her shoes and leaving her bag on the counter... Hopefully she wouldn't mind it all going with her.
"I was just thinking about you, actually," he told her, feeling a bit giddy that he'd just been talking about her and she showed up. It really hadn't been that bad a night. "One of my friends showed up a little while ago. Er, I mean... my friend from the people like me. Sailor Ganymede," he told her, lowering her down onto the bed once he was close enough, then kneeling so he could gently take off her shoes for her. "I'll be out on Monday nights, okay? He and I are going to be patrolling together," he explained, not wanting her to worry or anything like that.
"Is that okay with you?" he asked, suddenly worried that she would have something against it. "I already told him I would, but I can do it once every other week if that ruins your plans." He was flexible.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:33 pm
At first, Paris wasn't quite sure how to think about being carried, especially as he worried about Chris dropping him as they went up the stairs, though he figured he must be pretty light compared to Chris and it shouldn't be too difficult for him to carry him. He could still trip, though. Then, once they made it up to the top and into the loft, he thought he rather liked it. Being carried around like a princess might not be all that necessary, but it was a nice mini boost to the ego to be pampered every once in a while, especially when he hadn't done anything to deserve it.
Or, at least, he didn't think he had. Unless showing up at random really put Chris in a good mood, in which case he'd consider doing it more often.
"Such service!" he teased and gushed as his shoes were removed for him, setting his purse aside on the bed as he sat and allowed Chris to take care of him for the moment. He was tempted to ask for a food rub, but thought that might be asking for too much at all once.
Paris struggled not to grin as Chris unknowingly brought his other self into the conversation once again. "Oh, no, I don't mind. Monday's just Monday. It's not like we won't have the rest of the week. So long as you're careful. It can get pretty ugly out there. And if we wanted to go out, we could always do it beforehand."
He smiled and leaned forward for another quick kiss, ruffling one of his hands through Chris's hair to mess up the shaggy style. "I'll borrow one of your shirts again. Or the same one, if that's alright with you. Did you leave the toothbrush I used last time?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:50 pm
Oh, was carrying her all princess style too over the top? He didn't mean it, but yeah, her showing up did put him in a rather good mood. He'd been in a good mood before, but seeing her smiling face seemed to complete the night.
Chris laughed when she faked gushed, moving her shoes over near the closet, and then kissing her back and letting her ruffle his hair before getting up.
"Yeah, it's still in the bathroom. I figured you'd be over again sometime. No point in tossing it, right?" he asked, although it was mostly to himself as he went about digging through his drawers for a shirt for her to wear. He pulled out the same Red Sox shirt from before, tossing it over to her.
"Did you want me to put on something more?" he asked suddenly, not sure if he should be wandering around in just his boxers. At first he hadn't been really concerned about it, but now that he thought about it, he should probably be a bit self-conscious about it. He didn't want to give her the wrong idea or anything like that. It was just easier for him, especially since he lived on his own.
"Uh, did you want anything to eat? Or drink?" he continued, fussing over her a bit as he tried thinking of what else she might need before going to bed. "We don't have to go to bed right away, either, if you'd rather stay up some more." And watch television or something. It was a bit too late for a movie, but he wouldn't mind staying up a bit longer.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:03 pm
Once Chris was finished with him and had procured the shirt for him to sleep in, Paris stood up from the bed to catch it as Chris sent it in his direction. His brows lifted and he let his eyes scan his boyfriend up and down, and he didn't bother to pretend as if he didn't like what he saw. He didn't get to see Chris without a shirt on very often, but when he did... well, of course he didn't mind it. Who would when he looked like that? If Paris were anymore poorly behaved, he'd be making the most of it. As it was, he was trying to be somewhat classy with his classy boyfriend.
"You're fine. It's nothing I haven't seen before. It'd be a shame to cover up, anyway," he said, hardly able to contain a grin. "And stop fussing. If I need anything, I know my way around. I guess I wouldn't mind watching TV for a little while, though, but it's late and you said you were just with what's-his-name, so you must be feeling pretty tired. We can go to bed. I'll let you make it up to me in the morning."
He didn't mind, really, however much he might tease him about it and pretend as if he expected repayment. He was happy just to be there. Anything else was just icing on the top of the cake.
"I'll be right out," he said, as he made his way into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him so that he could go about preparing for bed.
His slipped his clothes off, folding his skirt and blouse and hiding any offending articles of clothing between them, before pulling the overlarge shirt he used as a nightgown over his head. He pulled his hair up with an elastic he had around his wrist, turning the faucet on and washing the makeup off of his face as best as he could with a bar of regular soap. He made a mental note to bring more appropriate face wash the next time he came over to keep there for whenever he visited at night. He brushed his teeth and used the toilet last, quickly rinsing off his hands before exiting to return to the main rooms of the apartment.
"One day I'll have my own monogrammed towel here," he joked. "And your sink'll be surrounded by makeup and hair products."
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:36 pm
He laughed lightly, and a bit awkwardly, at Paris's comment, although he made sure to stop fussing when it seemed obvious that she was fine on her own. Well, that was okay then. He would just wait around for her to finish getting ready for bed.
Although he was planning on going downstairs to sleep on the couch, Chris didn't think it would be that horrible if he stayed up in the bedroom for a bit and watched TV with Paris there. That way, if Paris ended up falling asleep, he wouldn't have to risk moving her.
He picked up the remote and hit the power button as he moved to climb onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows as he flipped through the channels. If he'd heard Paris comment about the monogrammed towels and his sink covered with her makeup and hair products, he probably would have laughed and told her to go ahead and take up as much counter space she wanted. He only needed the essentials, after all.
But her comment went unheard, because as soon as Chris's head hit the pillows, he was out. That's what he got for getting up early and drinking lots of caffeine to keep himself up so late at night. Heck, it was surprising that he stayed awake for as long as he had, what with only ever sleeping about six hours a night. Not healthy at all, but with patrols and other stuff to do, he couldn't help it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:55 pm
Paris stopped in his tracks when he noticed Chris had fallen asleep on the bed, staring at him for a little bit with his head cocked to the side, as if he'd never seen such a thing before. A few moments later, his lips spread into a tiny smile, and he moved quietly to tiptoe down the stairs so that he could turn off the lights, making his way back up just as quietly and gently lowering himself onto the bed, trying not to jostle it too much lest he wake Chris up.
He wondered if perhaps he should get a blanket and an extra pillow and sleep on the couch. Sharing a bed could potentially be damaging to his secret if he happened to cuddle too close or Chris's hands began to wander. Eventually, he decided he was starting to become paranoid about the whole thing. The bed was more than big enough for the two of them, and he tended to sleep on his stomach anyway, unless he started out sleeping extremely close to someone -- or on top of them -- at which point he could be expected to cuddle. So long as he was careful, he didn't imagine there would be any problems, and Chris was too much of a gentleman, he reminded himself yet again, to do anything without his express permission.
Decision made, Paris reached across Chris to carefully pull the remote control out of his hand, making himself comfortable as he flipped through the channels in Chris's place, looking over at his boyfriend every once in a while and watching him sleep. He looked so handsome and peaceful. The entire situation just felt very... contenting. They didn't even have to do anything and Paris felt oddly satisfied. He wondered why that was, but wasn't too terribly upset when he didn't have an answer.
After another half an hour, Paris made himself a little more comfortable under the covers, the volume on low so as not to disturb the young man bedside him. Not long after, his eyes grew too heavy to keep open, and he drifted off to sleep, happy and safe with Chris within reach.
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