Rowan eyed the elevator suspiciously. It was certainly the fastest way to go in the direction Christian wanted but his head was telling him fast was maybe not the best way to get anywhere right now. Nevertheless he adjusted his arm around Christian and said, "All right," careful not to nod his head. It was swimming too much for that.
Christian spoke again and he words didn't make much sense to Rowan. He understood them but he couldn't figure out who the blond was speaking to. Looking around slowly he shrugged to himself. They were both good. No worries on any count.
Rowan looked down at Christian, once again taken by surprise by the vivid blue and the smile below. He couldn't recall having seen Christian smile much, or at all, when he'd met him previously out in the Towers. He saw it now though.
Was that a compliment? Rowan's slow moving brain tried to come up with the appropriate charming response to such a thing and failed. " 'M just me," he said. "Most of the time." He returned the smile though, as he maneuvered them through the hallway, trying to keep Christian steady when he himself was none too secure.
Eventually they reached the elevator. Rowan leaned himself against the wall and gently pulled Christian to lean against him, letting the corner support them both. See, they could totally do this. He looked down at Christian again and his head dropped a little, red hair slipping free from behind his ears to frame his face.
A long moment passed while he stared, forgetting what the hell they were doing. Finally he remembered. "Number," he said muzzily. "How far down?"
Parley! (Attn: Rowan)
Cris had been helped up by Rowan, who did seem steadier on his feet. He blinked a few times in the hallway, trying to make sense of the row of doors. Definitely not the right place.
Turning to look at his companion, his head fell sideways, like it was made of lead. He peered at the redhead with one blue eye and then lifted a hand part way up to point to the elevator. Getting his point across, he let the heavy limb drop back to his side.
"We need to go...down."
He'd specify later, once they made their first objective. A voice asked him if he needed help.
" 'm good, thanksh."
There was no reply, so he figured the voice was satisfied. Tilting his head to look back at Rowan again, he smiled.
"Your ver... patient." He laid his head against his companion. "like that."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Alfarinn
13 years ago
Crispin had not responded to his question. Alfarinn had MARI search for the man with the security cameras. He was found in a hallway with a tall redhead. Neither of them looked very stable. He watched the two of them stagger down the corridor, chuckling at the amusing scene. When they reached the elevator, Alfarinn put a hand to his mouth and shook his head. This would not be pretty.
"MARI?"
The AI's head came up in the corner of the security camera footage. "Alfarinn."
He pointed at the two people entering the elevator and tried to explain the situation in a way that she would understand. "Christian and his companion are suffering from alcohol poisoning. Take the elevator down slowly or it will make them sick."
The digital woman seemed to muse over the problem briefly before responding. "I calculate that you are correct."
"Hmmph." Of course he was correct. Drinking he understood.
((OOC: Alfarinn out ))
"MARI?"
The AI's head came up in the corner of the security camera footage. "Alfarinn."
He pointed at the two people entering the elevator and tried to explain the situation in a way that she would understand. "Christian and his companion are suffering from alcohol poisoning. Take the elevator down slowly or it will make them sick."
The digital woman seemed to muse over the problem briefly before responding. "I calculate that you are correct."
"Hmmph." Of course he was correct. Drinking he understood.
((OOC: Alfarinn out ))
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian wondered who Rowan was the rest of the time. He was a vampire so the possibilities were numerous. Deciding that the question was too deep to ponder at the moment, Cris instead chose to focus on the more pressing task of making his feet move in a halfway helpful manner.
The walk to the elevator took an eternity but they made it. Christian found himself pulled up against Rowan. Understanding that the purpose was to keep them both steady, he obliged by wrapping his arms around the man, which helped him plenty but Rowan not nearly so much. He rested his head against Rowan's chest and closed his eyes. It was a little break, that's all.
The redhead's somewhat fuzzy baritone was soothing and it took him a moment to realize Rowan had asked him a question. Oh right, number... they needed a number to...
"Home!" Christian remarked cheerfully remembering the goal. "One...is the lonliesh number."
"Two.."He smiled against Rowan's chest, amused at his own song. "is much better'n...one."
"Mr. Bern, Do you wish to be taken to your residence?"
Christian blinked at the question from the new voice, not raising his head from his companion's chest.
"Yesss. Someone... call a driver."
"I do not think that will be necessary, Mr Bern."
Cris crumpled, his knees buckling with the sudden movement of the tiny room. He gripped the redhead tighter, leaning hard against him. "Saysh you." He told the woman as he slowly inched his way back up Rowan until he was standing once more.
The walk to the elevator took an eternity but they made it. Christian found himself pulled up against Rowan. Understanding that the purpose was to keep them both steady, he obliged by wrapping his arms around the man, which helped him plenty but Rowan not nearly so much. He rested his head against Rowan's chest and closed his eyes. It was a little break, that's all.
The redhead's somewhat fuzzy baritone was soothing and it took him a moment to realize Rowan had asked him a question. Oh right, number... they needed a number to...
"Home!" Christian remarked cheerfully remembering the goal. "One...is the lonliesh number."
"Two.."He smiled against Rowan's chest, amused at his own song. "is much better'n...one."
"Mr. Bern, Do you wish to be taken to your residence?"
Christian blinked at the question from the new voice, not raising his head from his companion's chest.
"Yesss. Someone... call a driver."
"I do not think that will be necessary, Mr Bern."
Cris crumpled, his knees buckling with the sudden movement of the tiny room. He gripped the redhead tighter, leaning hard against him. "Saysh you." He told the woman as he slowly inched his way back up Rowan until he was standing once more.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan sagged back into the corner of the elevator, one arm around Christian, one arm bracing himself to stay upright. When Christian said one, he squinted hard at the keypad, lifting his hand and trying to make the 'one' button stand still long enough for him to hit it. Then Christian said 'two' and while Rowan understood the words of the song, he was now completely unclear as to which button he was meant to hit. His finger hovered between them both and he figured he'd just press whichever one stopped dancing around first.
Before he could try and get any clarification the voice of the Evenhet AI suddenly spoke up. Rowan jumped and clutched his companion to himself for a second before he realized who it was. Oh, home, that would work much better.
As the elevator began to move Rowan staggered a little bit, momentarily losing his grip on both wall and vampire. After the initial lunge, however, the car conveyed them smoothly downward, seeming to take forever. Rowan reached out and gathered Christian back up.
"Sorry," he said softly. "Won' let go 'gain."
Closing his eyes Rowan sighed and concentrated on keeping his internal organs and their contents in place as they slowly descended. Bowing his head once more, close to Christian's, he didn't realize his own knees had buckled until he suddenly touched the floor, having slowly slid down the wall.
Rowan sat there, bemused, and then shrugged. He rested his head on top of Christian's now and sighed. "This works better."
He could think of worse ways to ride in an elevator.
Before he could try and get any clarification the voice of the Evenhet AI suddenly spoke up. Rowan jumped and clutched his companion to himself for a second before he realized who it was. Oh, home, that would work much better.
As the elevator began to move Rowan staggered a little bit, momentarily losing his grip on both wall and vampire. After the initial lunge, however, the car conveyed them smoothly downward, seeming to take forever. Rowan reached out and gathered Christian back up.
"Sorry," he said softly. "Won' let go 'gain."
Closing his eyes Rowan sighed and concentrated on keeping his internal organs and their contents in place as they slowly descended. Bowing his head once more, close to Christian's, he didn't realize his own knees had buckled until he suddenly touched the floor, having slowly slid down the wall.
Rowan sat there, bemused, and then shrugged. He rested his head on top of Christian's now and sighed. "This works better."
He could think of worse ways to ride in an elevator.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Things seemed to go much more smoothly than he anticipated after the initial slide. He was comfortable and the tilting and falling was not nearly so bad as he expected. This whole drunk thing wasn't so difficult and if it always came with a handsome redhead to lean against then he was all for the experience.
He found himself on his knees on the floor; Christian tilted his head down enough to ponder how it managed to sneak up on him before tilting over a bit to sit more comfortably. His companion commented on it as well, seemingly equally surprised. Score one for the floor then, stealthy bastard.
The warm comfortable feeling of being huddled up against Rowan was interrupted by a ding and the sound of doors opening.
"Your floor, Mr Bern. I shall hold the doors open for you to exit. I have been advised that this make take longer than normal."
Apparently everyone was concerned with the floor. Cris blinked a moment before realizing that they needed to get out. He tilted his head to look up the slick metal sides of the elevator and decided that method was just too difficult. Patting Rowan on the shoulder, he said.
"Come on. I know the way."
And proceeded to crawl towards the doors on his hands and knees. [Crispin, you might want to stand up once your outside. You're in the lobby...There are people watching.]
"Hmmm?" He peered out the door and saw the woman at the counter and two men in suits on either side of the main doors. Jim and Francis, were looking very alert and businesslike. The voice was right; he probably did not want to continue crawling. It was...undignified.
He made it out of doors and placed his cheek against the cool marble, which felt very nice. Cris realized pulling his way up would require taking his hands off the floor.
"Help." He murmured to his companion when he couldn't seem to coordinate how to balance himself and pull his hands up at the same time.
He found himself on his knees on the floor; Christian tilted his head down enough to ponder how it managed to sneak up on him before tilting over a bit to sit more comfortably. His companion commented on it as well, seemingly equally surprised. Score one for the floor then, stealthy bastard.
The warm comfortable feeling of being huddled up against Rowan was interrupted by a ding and the sound of doors opening.
"Your floor, Mr Bern. I shall hold the doors open for you to exit. I have been advised that this make take longer than normal."
Apparently everyone was concerned with the floor. Cris blinked a moment before realizing that they needed to get out. He tilted his head to look up the slick metal sides of the elevator and decided that method was just too difficult. Patting Rowan on the shoulder, he said.
"Come on. I know the way."
And proceeded to crawl towards the doors on his hands and knees. [Crispin, you might want to stand up once your outside. You're in the lobby...There are people watching.]
"Hmmm?" He peered out the door and saw the woman at the counter and two men in suits on either side of the main doors. Jim and Francis, were looking very alert and businesslike. The voice was right; he probably did not want to continue crawling. It was...undignified.
He made it out of doors and placed his cheek against the cool marble, which felt very nice. Cris realized pulling his way up would require taking his hands off the floor.
"Help." He murmured to his companion when he couldn't seem to coordinate how to balance himself and pull his hands up at the same time.
Alfarinn
13 years ago
Alfarinn watched his very drunk Head of Security crawl out of the elevator and knew that the man would regret that action later if anyone was brave enough to mention it. No, even if they weren't. It would be circulated behind Cris's back and the man would hear of it and be even more annoyed by it.
[Natt, I need the help of you and some friends.] The crows were roosting just outside in an area he had set up for them. Alfarinn told his feathered friends the plan and they were more than happy to help. Leave it to a bunch of crows to enjoy a good prank.
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"What the hell was that?" Jim turned to look at the glass door. "Did you hear that?" The noise came again, and was accompanied by more. The two security men peered closely at the glass and could see black birds pecking at it.
Francis stepped on the sensor which opened the doors and let the birds into the lobby.
"What'd you do that for?" Jim complained. "Bern will kill us if he sees this."
"They looked like they wanted in. Aren't they Arin's?"
Jim frowned up at the crows thoughtfully. "I don't know. They all look alike to me."
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"Natt!" Alfarinn called loudly, drawing everyone's attention to the other side of the lobby. "There you are!"
He looked at the two security guards and smiled. "Thank you, gentlemen, for letting them in. Natt told me he had something important to show me."
The crows, both now seated on his shoulders, cawed and bobbed their heads. The guards and the receptionist all seemed to lean forward in anticipation of what could be so very urgent. Natt dropped a shiny object into the palm of his hand.
Picking up the quarter, Alfarinn held it up to light and the smiled triumphantly at the bird.
"North Dakota! Excellent! I've been looking for one of those!"
((OOC: Out again! ))
[Natt, I need the help of you and some friends.] The crows were roosting just outside in an area he had set up for them. Alfarinn told his feathered friends the plan and they were more than happy to help. Leave it to a bunch of crows to enjoy a good prank.
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"What the hell was that?" Jim turned to look at the glass door. "Did you hear that?" The noise came again, and was accompanied by more. The two security men peered closely at the glass and could see black birds pecking at it.
Francis stepped on the sensor which opened the doors and let the birds into the lobby.
"What'd you do that for?" Jim complained. "Bern will kill us if he sees this."
"They looked like they wanted in. Aren't they Arin's?"
Jim frowned up at the crows thoughtfully. "I don't know. They all look alike to me."
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"Natt!" Alfarinn called loudly, drawing everyone's attention to the other side of the lobby. "There you are!"
He looked at the two security guards and smiled. "Thank you, gentlemen, for letting them in. Natt told me he had something important to show me."
The crows, both now seated on his shoulders, cawed and bobbed their heads. The guards and the receptionist all seemed to lean forward in anticipation of what could be so very urgent. Natt dropped a shiny object into the palm of his hand.
Picking up the quarter, Alfarinn held it up to light and the smiled triumphantly at the bird.
"North Dakota! Excellent! I've been looking for one of those!"
((OOC: Out again! ))
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan didn't mind riding the rest of the way down on the elevator floor with Christian tucked into his arms. He curled around the smaller man and let his eyes drift closed, almost falling asleep. That would have been horrible. The voice if the AI roused him though, as did the pat on the shoulder. Rowan peered out the door in confusion.
"You live in the lobby?"
It seemed like a strange place to him. But Christian was already moving, crawling out of the elevator before Rowan could say anything. He tried to brace his back against the elevator wall and get up but it was too slick. "These walls need some texsh... Test... They need to be sticky."
Giving up on that idea he rolled to his knees, braced his hands on the floor, and rose. Christian had stopped on an odd location and after a moment, hearing his voice, Rowan realized why. He very carefully crouched down and then went to his knees while most of the people in the lobby crowded to one side for some reason. He once more slid his arm around Christian's shoulders and then braced, giving the blond something to cling to as they rose together.
Rowan swayed on his feet but remained upright. He looked down at Christian with a pleased silly grin. "Well that worked out all right," he said. He looked around the lobby again. "Now where are we going?"
"You live in the lobby?"
It seemed like a strange place to him. But Christian was already moving, crawling out of the elevator before Rowan could say anything. He tried to brace his back against the elevator wall and get up but it was too slick. "These walls need some texsh... Test... They need to be sticky."
Giving up on that idea he rolled to his knees, braced his hands on the floor, and rose. Christian had stopped on an odd location and after a moment, hearing his voice, Rowan realized why. He very carefully crouched down and then went to his knees while most of the people in the lobby crowded to one side for some reason. He once more slid his arm around Christian's shoulders and then braced, giving the blond something to cling to as they rose together.
Rowan swayed on his feet but remained upright. He looked down at Christian with a pleased silly grin. "Well that worked out all right," he said. He looked around the lobby again. "Now where are we going?"
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Yes, he lived in the lobby. Christian hadn't considered that odd until Rowan mentioned it.
It would seem the redhead was also finding the metal walls to be troublesome. Soon enough though Rowan was next to him and helping him up. Cris smiled gratefully as he clung desperately to his companion.
Once they were upright, he looked around at his surroundings. Frowning slightly at the guards who were no longer at their post. He'd deal with that later.
Home first.
"This way."
Christian pointed through the little elevator lobby, past the glass front of his office.
"Ish con-veen-ient."
And also very close. They managed to stagger to his door in no time at all. Cris leaned his head against the heavy wood. After a few tries he managed to place his hand on the recognition plate. The door clicked open beneath him and he staggered slightly.
"Welcome home." He told his companion, turning to smile invitingly.
It would seem the redhead was also finding the metal walls to be troublesome. Soon enough though Rowan was next to him and helping him up. Cris smiled gratefully as he clung desperately to his companion.
Once they were upright, he looked around at his surroundings. Frowning slightly at the guards who were no longer at their post. He'd deal with that later.
Home first.
"This way."
Christian pointed through the little elevator lobby, past the glass front of his office.
"Ish con-veen-ient."
And also very close. They managed to stagger to his door in no time at all. Cris leaned his head against the heavy wood. After a few tries he managed to place his hand on the recognition plate. The door clicked open beneath him and he staggered slightly.
"Welcome home." He told his companion, turning to smile invitingly.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan clung back; the farther they walked the more difficult it was for him to continue to be the stable half of their off-balance duo. Twenty shots was a lot, even for him.
Before long they were making their way down a hallway, past the glass window of an office that bore Christian's name on it and something fuzzy underneath. That explained the convenience factor. Maybe Rowan should consider having an office of his own next to his apartment. Would definitely save him a commute.
They ground to a halt in front of a thick wood door and Christian engaged the ID panel with his hand. Rowan held him again as the door gave way and he staggered, half pulled along.
Oh, that smile. Rowan stared for a second. Yes, he wanted to be welcome. And Christian certainly wasn't in much shape to get himself as far as the bed. Rowan could hardly leave him; he'd promised to see him home safely. What if he stumbled and fell and hit his head or broke his neck or something? Best to have a doctor handy. Hey, he was a doctor!
That was really all the convincing he needed. Rowan took hold of Christian's arm and slid it around his own waist, then wrapped his around Christian's shoulders. Entering the apartment he noted wood tones and stone, wooden rafters overhead, designs that seemed somehow familiar and cozy to him.
The door closed behind them, plunging them into comfortable dark and silence. Not wanting to break the peacefulness they had suddenly found themselves in, Rowan kept his voice low.
"Okay, show me where, Christian. Let's get safely to bed. You. Let's get you safely to bed."
Before long they were making their way down a hallway, past the glass window of an office that bore Christian's name on it and something fuzzy underneath. That explained the convenience factor. Maybe Rowan should consider having an office of his own next to his apartment. Would definitely save him a commute.
They ground to a halt in front of a thick wood door and Christian engaged the ID panel with his hand. Rowan held him again as the door gave way and he staggered, half pulled along.
Oh, that smile. Rowan stared for a second. Yes, he wanted to be welcome. And Christian certainly wasn't in much shape to get himself as far as the bed. Rowan could hardly leave him; he'd promised to see him home safely. What if he stumbled and fell and hit his head or broke his neck or something? Best to have a doctor handy. Hey, he was a doctor!
That was really all the convincing he needed. Rowan took hold of Christian's arm and slid it around his own waist, then wrapped his around Christian's shoulders. Entering the apartment he noted wood tones and stone, wooden rafters overhead, designs that seemed somehow familiar and cozy to him.
The door closed behind them, plunging them into comfortable dark and silence. Not wanting to break the peacefulness they had suddenly found themselves in, Rowan kept his voice low.
"Okay, show me where, Christian. Let's get safely to bed. You. Let's get you safely to bed."
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian held onto Rowan and tilted them in the right direction. They occasionally staggered into furniture but made it to the bedroom. Weaving over to the large inviting bed, Cris dropped down onto it dragging his companion down with him.
"Mmmm, much better."
Scooting closer, he laid his head back on Rowan's chest and sighed happily.
"Okay, now don't move."
At the moment it didn't matter that they were only halfway on the bed, or still dressed or on top of the covers. That didn't seem overly important...and it wasn't until he adjusted himself slightly to curl up closer to his companion and then fell off the bed and onto the floor.
Christian frowned up at it accusingly. He grabbed on to each of Rowan's legs and used them to steady himself as he climbed back up. Once he was higher than the edge of the bed, he tilted over on top of the redhead. This whole moving thing was a lot of work. Laying his head on Rowan's stomach, he nuzzled his cheek against the man's tee shirt and smiled.
"I take...back...'s much better."
"Mmmm, much better."
Scooting closer, he laid his head back on Rowan's chest and sighed happily.
"Okay, now don't move."
At the moment it didn't matter that they were only halfway on the bed, or still dressed or on top of the covers. That didn't seem overly important...and it wasn't until he adjusted himself slightly to curl up closer to his companion and then fell off the bed and onto the floor.
Christian frowned up at it accusingly. He grabbed on to each of Rowan's legs and used them to steady himself as he climbed back up. Once he was higher than the edge of the bed, he tilted over on top of the redhead. This whole moving thing was a lot of work. Laying his head on Rowan's stomach, he nuzzled his cheek against the man's tee shirt and smiled.
"I take...back...'s much better."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan had good intentions - he really did. But being pulled down onto a bed by an attractive blond with blue eyes wasn't the sort of thing he was genetically programmed to resist well. He went along willingly, gladly, settling onto the mattress on his back, his hands immediately smoothing themselves down Christian's back.
With his legs still hanging off the bed and his head still reeling somewhat unpleasantly he stopped moving as instructed. And then Christian was simply gone. Rowan raised himself onto his elbows to look down with concern but the blond, very resilient apparently, was already making his way back north via Rowan's legs.
Rowan sighed softly; having Christian use him as a jungle gym was not helping his sense of restraint any. Why was he restraining himself again? His alcohol-impaired brain was losing sight of that one.
Christian stopped, folded over Rowan with his head on his stomach. Rowan, still raised up on his elbows, peered over the bed.
"Gravity," he said slowly. "Not good."
He wrapped his arms around Christian's shoulders and his legs around his waist and lifted. It was easy to do; the blond was so slight. Rowan wasn't sure how he managed it without them both winding up on the floor but he did. And now they lay sprawled on Christian's bed, somewhat tangled up.
He reached down, brushed Christian's short hair back from his forehead, and said, "Okay now? I don' want you t' fall."
Not that he could, with Rowan clinging to him like a koala bear.
With his legs still hanging off the bed and his head still reeling somewhat unpleasantly he stopped moving as instructed. And then Christian was simply gone. Rowan raised himself onto his elbows to look down with concern but the blond, very resilient apparently, was already making his way back north via Rowan's legs.
Rowan sighed softly; having Christian use him as a jungle gym was not helping his sense of restraint any. Why was he restraining himself again? His alcohol-impaired brain was losing sight of that one.
Christian stopped, folded over Rowan with his head on his stomach. Rowan, still raised up on his elbows, peered over the bed.
"Gravity," he said slowly. "Not good."
He wrapped his arms around Christian's shoulders and his legs around his waist and lifted. It was easy to do; the blond was so slight. Rowan wasn't sure how he managed it without them both winding up on the floor but he did. And now they lay sprawled on Christian's bed, somewhat tangled up.
He reached down, brushed Christian's short hair back from his forehead, and said, "Okay now? I don' want you t' fall."
Not that he could, with Rowan clinging to him like a koala bear.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian couldn't help but notice, not with his face but inches away, that Rowan was rather aroused. He considered that for a moment, and realized he had just climbed up the man like a cat up a tree. Cris was having a hard time feeling guilty; in fact, he was rather pleased.
The next thing he knew, he was being hauled up further onto the bed with all of Rowan's limbs wrapped securely around him. Christian tilted his head up and smiled at the redhead.
"I don'think there's 'ny chance of that now."
This was much better than before. Now if they could just manage to get undressed then it would be perfect. Cris kicked off one shoe at a time, since it appeared he wasn't going anywhere. The least he could do was start the process. He rubbed his cheek against Rowan's chest and smiled.
"This can't be comf'table for you. "
The next thing he knew, he was being hauled up further onto the bed with all of Rowan's limbs wrapped securely around him. Christian tilted his head up and smiled at the redhead.
"I don'think there's 'ny chance of that now."
This was much better than before. Now if they could just manage to get undressed then it would be perfect. Cris kicked off one shoe at a time, since it appeared he wasn't going anywhere. The least he could do was start the process. He rubbed his cheek against Rowan's chest and smiled.
"This can't be comf'table for you. "
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Christian was rubbing on Rowan's chest like a cat. Rowan would have been lying if he'd said he didn't enjoy it. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind he realized he shouldn't take advantage of his drunken clan mate but it was buried so deep down he hardly registered the notion.
Or was he being taken advantage of? He was losing track.
While he considered the options his hands worked of their own accord; seeing Christian kick off his shoes Rowan slid his hands down, linked them around Christian's waist, and pulled him up a bit. Now the blond was sprawled on top of Rowan, something that, after some consideration, Rowan decided was not uncomfortable at all.
"No," he said. " 'S really good."
And it was. So he slid his warm hands beneath Christian's shirt and pulled it up, over his head. "Arms," he said softly, freeing first one, then the other.
When that was accomplished Rowan smiled. Somewhere in the depth of his brain his doctor's voice was giving advice. "Have t' get ready for bed."
He slid his hands up and down Christian's back, over the fair skin, pleased with the flex of strong lean muscles; down to the small of his back, fingertips slipping beneath the black jeans to pull him close. Rowan looked at Christian for a very long moment before he raised his head just slightly, a little hesitantly, and kissed him softly.
Or was he being taken advantage of? He was losing track.
While he considered the options his hands worked of their own accord; seeing Christian kick off his shoes Rowan slid his hands down, linked them around Christian's waist, and pulled him up a bit. Now the blond was sprawled on top of Rowan, something that, after some consideration, Rowan decided was not uncomfortable at all.
"No," he said. " 'S really good."
And it was. So he slid his warm hands beneath Christian's shirt and pulled it up, over his head. "Arms," he said softly, freeing first one, then the other.
When that was accomplished Rowan smiled. Somewhere in the depth of his brain his doctor's voice was giving advice. "Have t' get ready for bed."
He slid his hands up and down Christian's back, over the fair skin, pleased with the flex of strong lean muscles; down to the small of his back, fingertips slipping beneath the black jeans to pull him close. Rowan looked at Christian for a very long moment before he raised his head just slightly, a little hesitantly, and kissed him softly.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian obediently raised one arm and then the other as Rowan pulled the shirt off over his head. He was perfectly content with being undressed; it was after all the most comfortable way to sleep...or do other things. He slid his hands beneath Rowan's waistband and pushed the tee shirt up as far as he could manage while laying on the redhead. Cris found himself distracted by smooth skin and hard muscle and he wished he could feel more of it.
He sighed contentedly as Rowan's warm hands glided over his back. Cris closed his eyes and hummed his approval, opening them again when those hands found their way into his pants. They stopped too soon as far as he was concerned.
Christian made his wants plain in his return kiss, firm and hungry for more. He continued exploring his companion's mouth, requesting access with a light flick of his tongue against Rowan's lips. Meanwhile Cris tilted slightly to the side and fumbled with the button on his jeans, finding it somewhat difficult to maneuver especially while so thoroughly distracted.
He sighed contentedly as Rowan's warm hands glided over his back. Cris closed his eyes and hummed his approval, opening them again when those hands found their way into his pants. They stopped too soon as far as he was concerned.
Christian made his wants plain in his return kiss, firm and hungry for more. He continued exploring his companion's mouth, requesting access with a light flick of his tongue against Rowan's lips. Meanwhile Cris tilted slightly to the side and fumbled with the button on his jeans, finding it somewhat difficult to maneuver especially while so thoroughly distracted.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan found himself busier than he had imagined. As Christian shoved his shirt up and out of the way Rowan lifted himself and twisted out of it, keeping one arm around Christian the whole time. Christian's kiss was firm, delicious. Rowan dove into that kiss, drawing Christian's tongue into his mouth, exploring, tasting, thrusting with his own, nothing remaining of gentleness but rather feeling instead an intense urgency.
He reached down to help undo the button on Christian's jeans, his fingers no nimbler than his companion's. Together they managed and Rowan groaned softly with anticipation as he slid the fabric down and encountered something smooth and silken.
The room was tilting at a wildly changing rate. Rowan was rapidly losing track of whose clothing was where. It didn't much matter. He was too busy filling his hands with Christian, smoothing them over arms, legs, ass. The favor was returned; he felt Christian's hands boldly touching every part of him, too.
In the interest of fair play Rowan managed to, somehow, kick his shoes off along with his socks and slide his way out of his pants. The entire time he wasn't sure either of them had taken a moment to stop for any sort of breath, necessary or not.
Wrapping his arms around Christian once more he tried to make the bed stop moving but it insisted on swirling around and around. Rowan clung onto his companion for dear life.
He reached down to help undo the button on Christian's jeans, his fingers no nimbler than his companion's. Together they managed and Rowan groaned softly with anticipation as he slid the fabric down and encountered something smooth and silken.
The room was tilting at a wildly changing rate. Rowan was rapidly losing track of whose clothing was where. It didn't much matter. He was too busy filling his hands with Christian, smoothing them over arms, legs, ass. The favor was returned; he felt Christian's hands boldly touching every part of him, too.
In the interest of fair play Rowan managed to, somehow, kick his shoes off along with his socks and slide his way out of his pants. The entire time he wasn't sure either of them had taken a moment to stop for any sort of breath, necessary or not.
Wrapping his arms around Christian once more he tried to make the bed stop moving but it insisted on swirling around and around. Rowan clung onto his companion for dear life.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian was relieved when the task of undoing the button was taken away from him. He gladly used his hands to continue exploring Rowan's body as the redhead was doing a decent job of baring his own. In a rare moment of drunken wisdom he realized that he should not try to help his companion out of his clothing, two sets of fumbling hands would just be in the way. Instead he continued thoroughly plundering the soft depths of Rowan's mouth. Moving on to his companion's neck, chest and anywhere else he could reach when his partner needed to move in order to finish undressing.
Rowan held him tightly and it felt good, secure, like it had in the elevator when the redhead was the only thing holding him upright. Cris leaned back a moment, though that made the room tilt crazily. Blinking down at his companion, he smiled.
"Thank you."
He tilted his head back down to Rowan's neck, licking and kissing the sensitive skin. It was tempting to bite but some small part of him screamed that it wouldn't be right. Cris dragged his fangs along the warm flesh, while one hand found its way into red hair. The vein in Rowan's neck pulsed beneath his lips, Cris kissed it tenderly, trying hard to sort out the nagging feeling that he shouldn't do what he so obviously wanted to do. Turning his head away with a massive exercise of will, Christian laid his cheek against Rowan's shoulder.
"Sooo...tempting." He murmured softly.
Once he had laid his head down, Cris found that it was comfortable. His hands slowed their fevered pace, trailing off to light tender touches, fingertips gliding lazily over the parts of Rowan that were within his reach.
Rowan held him tightly and it felt good, secure, like it had in the elevator when the redhead was the only thing holding him upright. Cris leaned back a moment, though that made the room tilt crazily. Blinking down at his companion, he smiled.
"Thank you."
He tilted his head back down to Rowan's neck, licking and kissing the sensitive skin. It was tempting to bite but some small part of him screamed that it wouldn't be right. Cris dragged his fangs along the warm flesh, while one hand found its way into red hair. The vein in Rowan's neck pulsed beneath his lips, Cris kissed it tenderly, trying hard to sort out the nagging feeling that he shouldn't do what he so obviously wanted to do. Turning his head away with a massive exercise of will, Christian laid his cheek against Rowan's shoulder.
"Sooo...tempting." He murmured softly.
Once he had laid his head down, Cris found that it was comfortable. His hands slowed their fevered pace, trailing off to light tender touches, fingertips gliding lazily over the parts of Rowan that were within his reach.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan closed his eyes but the room kept spinning and spinning. He heard Christian's words of thanks and opened his eyes to smile at him. "Thank you?"
He wasn't sure what he was being thanked for. It became a moot point as Christian lowered his head and began doing amazing things to his neck. Rowan moaned softly. He loved the sensation of those soft, warm lips upon his neck, the gentle tongue, the drag of fangs. Christian was soft, his caresses tantalizing. Rowan couldn't get enough. Groaning, he slipped his hands beneath the silk of Christian's boxers and pushed them down. He turned just enough so that he could do the same for himself and then reached around to hold Christian against him once more, unashamed of the effect Christian was having on him.
Rowan's hands wandered again, exploring gladly now that they were both fully unclothed. He stopped momentarily as Christian pulled away from his neck and rested his head on Rowan's shoulder. He lifted one hand and brushed it through Christian's soft blond hair.
" 'S okay," he slurred softly. "If you want to."
They were vampires. Biting was what they did. Rowan would hardly condemn Christian for doing so now. But he didn't force or insist. He simply gave permission. Even hammered as he was, he was able to do that. His hands drifted down once more. Turning a bit for a better angle Rowan gently caressed the length of Christian's erection, trying to steady his hand, which was doing its best to disobey him and fall flat on the bed.
"So beautiful."
It was not a word Rowan associated with a particular sex; beauty was everywhere and at the moment he found it in Christian. He saw no shame n using it at this moment. The only trouble was, he was having a hard time staying focused and this was a moment when he should be totally focused.
Somewhere in the back of his head he realized his hand had, in fact, stilled. His eyes had drifted closed and he was just this close to losing consciousness. He didn't mean to. He struggled to open his eyes, to say something. Anything.
Instead he fell the rest of the way, unable to pull himself up over the ledge. Everything went dark as he spiraled down into the oblivion that had been threatening to claim him for some time.
He wasn't sure what he was being thanked for. It became a moot point as Christian lowered his head and began doing amazing things to his neck. Rowan moaned softly. He loved the sensation of those soft, warm lips upon his neck, the gentle tongue, the drag of fangs. Christian was soft, his caresses tantalizing. Rowan couldn't get enough. Groaning, he slipped his hands beneath the silk of Christian's boxers and pushed them down. He turned just enough so that he could do the same for himself and then reached around to hold Christian against him once more, unashamed of the effect Christian was having on him.
Rowan's hands wandered again, exploring gladly now that they were both fully unclothed. He stopped momentarily as Christian pulled away from his neck and rested his head on Rowan's shoulder. He lifted one hand and brushed it through Christian's soft blond hair.
" 'S okay," he slurred softly. "If you want to."
They were vampires. Biting was what they did. Rowan would hardly condemn Christian for doing so now. But he didn't force or insist. He simply gave permission. Even hammered as he was, he was able to do that. His hands drifted down once more. Turning a bit for a better angle Rowan gently caressed the length of Christian's erection, trying to steady his hand, which was doing its best to disobey him and fall flat on the bed.
"So beautiful."
It was not a word Rowan associated with a particular sex; beauty was everywhere and at the moment he found it in Christian. He saw no shame n using it at this moment. The only trouble was, he was having a hard time staying focused and this was a moment when he should be totally focused.
Somewhere in the back of his head he realized his hand had, in fact, stilled. His eyes had drifted closed and he was just this close to losing consciousness. He didn't mean to. He struggled to open his eyes, to say something. Anything.
Instead he fell the rest of the way, unable to pull himself up over the ledge. Everything went dark as he spiraled down into the oblivion that had been threatening to claim him for some time.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Rowan was telling him it was okay. That made it okay, didn't it? Christian held onto his companion while he tried to sort it out.
"Yesno"
He lifted his head and turned around to look at Rowan and immediately realized that was a mistake as the room kept turning even after he stopped. Christian dropped his head back on the bed with a sigh.
"I wan to." He blinked up at the redhead. "I shouldn"
Cris forgot what he was thinking about entirely when Rowan began to stroke him gently, very slowly. His head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth open as he gasped. The hand slowed further and Christian whimpered softly in need, pushing forward slightly with his hips. He opened his eyes and looked at his companion who was sound asleep. Christian stared for a long moment, trying to sort out how that happened.
A thought drifted to him after a while and he remembered that his partner had been tired earlier tonight. With a soft smile, he gathered the redhead to him. Wrapping his arms around Rowan, he held him close, gently stroking his companion's back until he too fell asleep.
It, admittedly, wasn't long after.
"Yesno"
He lifted his head and turned around to look at Rowan and immediately realized that was a mistake as the room kept turning even after he stopped. Christian dropped his head back on the bed with a sigh.
"I wan to." He blinked up at the redhead. "I shouldn"
Cris forgot what he was thinking about entirely when Rowan began to stroke him gently, very slowly. His head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth open as he gasped. The hand slowed further and Christian whimpered softly in need, pushing forward slightly with his hips. He opened his eyes and looked at his companion who was sound asleep. Christian stared for a long moment, trying to sort out how that happened.
A thought drifted to him after a while and he remembered that his partner had been tired earlier tonight. With a soft smile, he gathered the redhead to him. Wrapping his arms around Rowan, he held him close, gently stroking his companion's back until he too fell asleep.
It, admittedly, wasn't long after.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
He snuggled closer to the warm body in his arms, nuzzling further into the neck that was so close to his face. It felt so pleasant that he drifted back to sleep for a bit enjoying the dream. The next time Cris woke, it sunk in that the comforting weight against him wasn't part of an unconscious fantasy; it was real and in his bed.
Opening his eyes, Christian blinked at the redhead sleeping next to him. Rowan looked so peaceful that it made him smile, despite worrying about what they had done and how they had ended up here. Cris tilted his head back and looked over at the changing portrait on the side wall of his room to gauge about what time it was. Almost sunset.
Gently pushing a few strands of hair away from Rowan's face, Cris then slowly eased his way out from under entwined limbs.
Standing and stretching, he once more thanked Grisha for a vampire's metabolism. Christian was fairly certain he deserved the hangover of all hangovers after last night...what he could remember of it. Picking up the pile of clothing, he sorted Rowan's from his own and set it neatly over in a nearby chair. He then set about morning activities and putting on some coffee, enough for two. When was the last time he had done that? Here, never.
He tried to sort out the night's events. Had they? The movie. Rowan had stopped him from hitting the floor. Christian had leaned on him then. They left Eiryk's. He remembered them falling into bed together, kissing, almost biting Rowan. Dear gods, he hoped he hadn't done that! Not drunk, not to a clan mate. Cris was fairly certain he hadn't. The taste of blood, especially a vampire's, would have cut through even the most severe rum induced amnesia. He would have remembered.
Christian sighed, whatever else he might have done he could deal with. Coming back into the bedroom, he crawled back onto the bed. It was tempting to let Rowan continue to sleep. The man obviously could use it.
Stroking his hand lightly over one shoulder and down to a raised hip, Cris called gently. [Rowan. Rowan? Wake up, please.]
Opening his eyes, Christian blinked at the redhead sleeping next to him. Rowan looked so peaceful that it made him smile, despite worrying about what they had done and how they had ended up here. Cris tilted his head back and looked over at the changing portrait on the side wall of his room to gauge about what time it was. Almost sunset.
Gently pushing a few strands of hair away from Rowan's face, Cris then slowly eased his way out from under entwined limbs.
Standing and stretching, he once more thanked Grisha for a vampire's metabolism. Christian was fairly certain he deserved the hangover of all hangovers after last night...what he could remember of it. Picking up the pile of clothing, he sorted Rowan's from his own and set it neatly over in a nearby chair. He then set about morning activities and putting on some coffee, enough for two. When was the last time he had done that? Here, never.
He tried to sort out the night's events. Had they? The movie. Rowan had stopped him from hitting the floor. Christian had leaned on him then. They left Eiryk's. He remembered them falling into bed together, kissing, almost biting Rowan. Dear gods, he hoped he hadn't done that! Not drunk, not to a clan mate. Cris was fairly certain he hadn't. The taste of blood, especially a vampire's, would have cut through even the most severe rum induced amnesia. He would have remembered.
Christian sighed, whatever else he might have done he could deal with. Coming back into the bedroom, he crawled back onto the bed. It was tempting to let Rowan continue to sleep. The man obviously could use it.
Stroking his hand lightly over one shoulder and down to a raised hip, Cris called gently. [Rowan. Rowan? Wake up, please.]
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
As per the norm when sleeping, Rowan registered nothing. He could have been up in flames and he wouldn't have known. So it came as something of a surprise to him to hear a voice in his head calling his name. Not the alarm he expected. He was almost aware but not quite. He flailed for a moment, trying to find the snooze bar and encountering something warm instead.
He opened his eyes and smiled, his usual expression upon waking. He was generally an evening person and didn't see a reason to change. Of course, he wasn't usually confronted with a mountain sunrise either. He looked across the unfamiliar room at the stunning vista before him and blinked.
"Oh shit. When did I get to Disney World?"
He turned his head to see Christian there, and his smile didn't fade although his confusion was probably evident. Given the intimate nature of their positions right now Rowan made a few assumptions and wrapped his arm around Christian's slim waist.
"Hi."
It seemed eloquent enough. He remembered the movie, the drinking. Oh yeah, the drinking. Plenty of that. The subsequent elevator ride. Being pulled onto this bed. Oh, they must still be at Liefde. Rowan was sure he'd have remembered a plane ride. Of course he also remembered that both he and Christian had been pretty hammered. Rowan was okay with it but Christian had been in rough shape.
Rowan lifted his other hand to hesitantly brush Christian's blond hair back from his forehead.
"How are you feeling?"
The doctor in him took over now that he was more awake and he examined Christian from where he lay, looking at his eyes, his skin, his face for any hints of discomfort.
He opened his eyes and smiled, his usual expression upon waking. He was generally an evening person and didn't see a reason to change. Of course, he wasn't usually confronted with a mountain sunrise either. He looked across the unfamiliar room at the stunning vista before him and blinked.
"Oh shit. When did I get to Disney World?"
He turned his head to see Christian there, and his smile didn't fade although his confusion was probably evident. Given the intimate nature of their positions right now Rowan made a few assumptions and wrapped his arm around Christian's slim waist.
"Hi."
It seemed eloquent enough. He remembered the movie, the drinking. Oh yeah, the drinking. Plenty of that. The subsequent elevator ride. Being pulled onto this bed. Oh, they must still be at Liefde. Rowan was sure he'd have remembered a plane ride. Of course he also remembered that both he and Christian had been pretty hammered. Rowan was okay with it but Christian had been in rough shape.
Rowan lifted his other hand to hesitantly brush Christian's blond hair back from his forehead.
"How are you feeling?"
The doctor in him took over now that he was more awake and he examined Christian from where he lay, looking at his eyes, his skin, his face for any hints of discomfort.