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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 10:47:37 GMT 9
He watched as he ran to the kitchen, then back to him and back to the soup, and actually laughed. "You have odd priorities...I like." He rubbed the spot that seemed to burn warmer then the rest of him, and got up, shaking, but walked towards the kitchen never the less. The soup, surprising to himself, made his stomach growl in hunger.
"That smells wonderful." He muttered, coming to stand next to the other. He resisted the urge to hold him, but did give him another, tentative kiss before he carefully backed off. "I really hope I dont get you sick."
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 10:53:22 GMT 9
"Nah, no need to worry about that. I don't get sick very easily." Bow filled the bowls, carrying them over to the table. He was all smiles right now. A boyfriend! That was what Darren was... right? Hm, staying with one guy...
"Do you want something to drink? I don't think I have anything other than water or milk, though."
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 10:56:41 GMT 9
"I'm fine for now." He told him easily, motioning for him to sit. "I'll have to find something that I can do for you, you know. It doesnt seem fair that you get to cook. Though, bringing sweets as peace offerings is fun, but doesn't seem fair."
He took a spoonful of soup, blowing on it to cool before he quite happily swallowed it. It was some of the best he had in awhile, and he said as much. "This especially..taking care of me. This is wonderful soup." He sighed, going back to eating and wishing he even had a remote ability to cook something that was edible.
He was almost glad he had gotten soup, if this was how one got taken care of..
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 11:02:26 GMT 9
"You don't have to do anything for me." Bow sat down, close to Darren of course, smiling. "I like cooking for you, anyway. It's not like I'm doing it because I feel like I have to." Bow blew on a spoonful of soup, enjoying the warm feeling it gave him when he ate it.
"Ah, well... I'm not really taking care of you. I mean... I never get sick, so I'm not really sure how to care for sick people. Rest and food just sounds like a good idea."
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 11:39:14 GMT 9
"Does it need to be all rest?" He asked almost slyly, peering at the other from under an over hang of dark hair. He hadn't cut his hair in some time, and he was looking particularly ruffled and rumpled as it were. Still, he couldn't resist a small smile as his eyes fell on Bow, before he went back to his soup. Really, he thought to himself. Silly him, wondering if they could...or if Bow even WANTED to anyway.
"You know, I'd still like to read more of your writing." He said quietly. "ive been learning snatches of german, between my deadline, so I might be able to understand more." Mind you, it was still splotchy at best.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 11:47:00 GMT 9
"Is it okay to be really active when you're sick?" The sad thing is, Bow wasn't even kidding. No subtle grin to let Darren know that he understood exactly what he was talking about. He DID, but he was really worried about making Darren worse. He smiled back though, he wouldn't mind something more.
"Actually... I... I've written more since the last time you were here, actually..." Bow blushed a little, twiddling his thumbs. "They're... worse than the last one you read, though..."
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 11:55:09 GMT 9
"I wouldn't know, I would think exercise would be good for me." He shrugged. "And theres always the bathroom, where the steam could...nevermind." He blushed darkly, going back to his soup with a surprised look on his features. How was he even thinking these things?! Really. He couldn't believe himself.
He arched an eyebrow, blushing darkly even more at that. "Oh..I'd still like to read that.." he murmured, giving what he had hoped was a comforting smile. "If..you don't mind. Why the change though?"
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 12:01:18 GMT 9
"The bathroom..." Bow had written something with them in the bathroom. He was pretty sure. Now fresh thoughts were rising in his mind, of hot sweaty bodies pressed together in that small space. His fingers twitched with the need to write it all down.
"You can read it... after you eat." Bow wnet back to his soup, eating a few moutfuls. "I've... I have fresh materical in my head, you could say."
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 12:09:42 GMT 9
"Fresh material?" He asked carefully, perking up at that thought, for some reason. He didn't know why, but he hoped that he was the cause of his fresh material, and a grin started to spred over his shaky, sickly features with a hope. He didnt know, but it sounded interesting..
"Thank you again Bow." He said carefully, giving him a softer smile, and doing his best to keep eye contact, as twitchy and akward as it made him to do. "For..everything." He added, bowing his head in shyness and went back to finish his soup.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 12:15:22 GMT 9
"Ah, well... we..." He wasn't going to have to explain himself, would he? Darren wasn't that clueless. And, by the look on the older man's face, he wasn't. He was grinning at him, all proud of himself. Bow blushed again, biting his bottom lip. He watched Darren careful, who bowed his head shyly, thanking him. It was a fast change from the grin he'd just held.
"No need for that. I enjoy it." Bow smiled, leaning closer to Darren. "You'll take care of me when I get sick, won't you?" His smile grew as he leaned closer, pressing his lips to Darren's cheek.
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 12:28:40 GMT 9
He shivered, turning his head to kiss along the others jawline for a moment, wishing he could capture his lips once more in a heated embrace, and couldn't in fear of getting him sick and stuffy like himself. He sighed, pulling away with a needy look crossing his dark eyes before he went back to finishing his soup.
"Of course I would. I would order food though because I would rather not kill you." He said truthfully, shaking his spoon at the other once he had finished, to prove his point. "And no coffee for me. I would give up coffee for you, so I could take care of you without being twitchy.'
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 12:32:47 GMT 9
"Mmh..." It was as if, after kissing him once, Bow couldn't get enough of it. He abandoned his soup all together, taking, instead, to feasting on Darren's warm skin, moving his kisses down to his neck. "No coffee? Wow..." That was saying something. Darren without coffee? Wonder what that's like...
"You wanna read what I wrote now?" He purred against Darren's skin, nipping at the flesh of his neck .
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 12:38:49 GMT 9
He forgot his stomach wanting more soup, oddly enough, for the rather beautiful thing squirming so very very close to his lap. He wrapped shaking hands around his waist, arching his head out of the way with a delighted sigh when those lips went lower. He couldn't even stop a surprised moan when he reached the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
"S-sure.." He managed to stutter out, eyes glazing over some what. "Hm...and yes..no coffee. Id be twitchy but, twitchy is better then being distracted, especially if I was caring for you."
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 12:42:33 GMT 9
"Mmh, alright..." Bow gave Darren's neck another good bite before he pulled away, only to move in again to kiss his cheek. He stood up, gathering the bowls to place them in the sink. He went back into his room to get his notebook.
He came back out after a few moments, only to sit right back down next to Darren and flip it open. Turning to the one staged in the shower. "Here." He slid it over to him, leaning close again.
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 15:17:34 GMT 9
He watched the other go, a mingled look of confusion and hope in his eyes as he waited. Much to his shame he had sneezed no less then ten times when the other was gone, rubbing angrily at his nose and throat with a hoarse rasp. If he got any sicker, he didnt know what he would do. Any other thoughts along those lines he had though were distracted when the boy came back, and he smiled.
He took the note book, starting to read as he leaned his head against the others shoulders. His expression was one of curiosity first, then a blush crept over his neck and cheeks. "Oh..." He said at first, clearing his throat. "Oh my.."
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