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Aug. 29th, 2006 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eleutheriosThe problem with Frank Sinatra is that he doesn't have many songs you can whistle the next day.
(Doesn't mean Eros isn't trying, though.)
There's sunlight shining in through the broad wall of windows that makes up one side of the cabin, more than enough to light up the open-concept kitchen. Every now and then Eros glances up and grins at the sight visible through them: a deck that leads to a sloping lawn, and just a short distance beyond that a long dock reaching out into a mirror-calm lake. Every now and then there's the sound of a loon, or the sight of a bird of prey above the pine trees.
Eros wiggles his bare feet against the ceramic tiles as he cooks. Hopefully Goldy likes bacon.
(Doesn't mean Eros isn't trying, though.)
There's sunlight shining in through the broad wall of windows that makes up one side of the cabin, more than enough to light up the open-concept kitchen. Every now and then Eros glances up and grins at the sight visible through them: a deck that leads to a sloping lawn, and just a short distance beyond that a long dock reaching out into a mirror-calm lake. Every now and then there's the sound of a loon, or the sight of a bird of prey above the pine trees.
Eros wiggles his bare feet against the ceramic tiles as he cooks. Hopefully Goldy likes bacon.
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Date: 2006-08-30 04:31 am (UTC)In the room next to the kitchen, a mound of sheets stirs sedately on the bed. And after another minute, a contented murmur rises from it.
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Date: 2006-08-30 04:49 am (UTC)Eros spins towards the fridge, grabs some orange juice, and then spins away, kicking the door closed behind him. Clink-clink. Two glasses added to a tray, beside two plates now decorated with scrambled eggs and just-perfectly-crispy strips of bacon.
Perfect.
He scoops up the tray and insinuates himself into the bedroom, whistling all the while.
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Date: 2006-08-30 05:06 am (UTC)A few more seconds pass.
Arms and hands breech the mess of bed clothes and reach above the head in a luxuriating streeeetch. They flop back onto the bed and pull the sheets a little further down, revealing a flimsy white satin negligee.
"Morning, sexy."
Goldy rolls over and gives her host a sleepy smile.
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Date: 2006-08-30 05:18 am (UTC)(Got you deep in the heart of me...)
Putting the tray to one side, he gets back into the bed, though on top of the covers. He lies on his side, facing her, his chin propped up with one hand.
"Sleep well?"
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Date: 2006-08-30 05:28 am (UTC)"I have rather exacting standards when it comes to beds, but this one proved to be just... divine."
She lets out a little chuckle.
"Funny that, given its owner."
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Date: 2006-08-30 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-30 05:56 am (UTC)"Sarcasm, dear," she says dryly. "You're a god and you have a divine bed."
She drags the sheets completely off herself and lays there exposed for a few moments, staring blankly at the ceiling.
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Date: 2006-08-30 06:00 am (UTC)"Oh. Right. Sorry. I'm a little dumb before I've eaten in the mornings."
He half-rolls over, to reach the tray, and adds, "On that note, bacon?"
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Date: 2006-08-30 07:00 am (UTC)There's a smirk on her face when she returns a minute or so later. "Calls of nature take priority over romantic breakfasts for us lesser immortals," she informs him as she clambers back onto the bed.
Once she is resituated to her satisfaction, with pillows now propped up behind her, she pecks his stubbled cheek.
"Okay. Bacon."
"And..." She peers over his shoulder at the tray and lifts a speculative eyebrow. "Oh. I thought I smelled coffee. But I must have been mistaken."
There's a hint of teasing in her disappointed tone.
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Date: 2006-08-30 04:38 pm (UTC)"Coffee? You wanted coffee?"
Reaching over, he hands her a glass of orange juice which somehow... isn't.
"Must've been hidden behind one of the bowls," he says, innocently. "Now how do you take it?"
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Date: 2006-08-30 04:50 pm (UTC)Goldy is eyeing the glass of brown liquid with a good deal of skepticism. It's coffee. In an orange juice glass.
"Definite points loss for weird presentation."
A look of amusement takes over. "But you get bonus points for the near seamless recovery. So it all evens out."
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Date: 2006-08-30 04:57 pm (UTC)Eros gives her a puppy-dog expression. "It's insulated. Would I let you get burned?"
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Date: 2006-08-30 05:19 pm (UTC)The Fable smiles trustingly and takes the drink without heed. A thin veil of condensation rings the inside of the glass just above the steaming contents. However, the outer surface is barely tepid to the touch.
She takes a sip and closes her eyes savoringly.
"Perfect."
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Date: 2006-08-30 05:32 pm (UTC)"Well that's my job today: making you happy. Now..."
The tray is lifted, and with a clink-clink, legs fold down from the bottom, forming a tiny table.
"Are you comfy?" he asks, "Because: bacon."
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Date: 2006-08-30 06:00 pm (UTC)"And I'm very comfy. Thank you."
She plucks a rasher from the plate and snaps it in half. It doesn't approach her mouth just yet.
"You seem very keen for me to sample this bacon," she notes dubiously. "Is there... something I should know about it before I partake?"
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Date: 2006-08-30 06:07 pm (UTC)"I really fucking love bacon."
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Date: 2006-08-30 06:26 pm (UTC)Then she laughs merrily.
"Oh good! Me too. I just had a slight fear that it was laced with lurrrrve potion or something."
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Date: 2006-08-30 06:32 pm (UTC)"Baby, I don't need love potion. I am love potion."
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Date: 2006-08-30 06:54 pm (UTC)She pops one half of the rasher into her mouth and munches happily on it.
"Sooo, having spent some quality time with you—tasted you, as it were—I should now be in love with you."
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Date: 2006-08-30 07:36 pm (UTC)He steals some bacon, and looks out through the windows, to the lake. "And don't confuse me with my mother."
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Date: 2006-08-30 07:50 pm (UTC)"Explain, please?"
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Date: 2006-08-30 08:02 pm (UTC)Eros leans his head back, enough to look at her face upsidown for a moment, and gives her an appraising look.
"Nah. You're not in love with me. Don't worry about it."
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Date: 2006-08-30 08:44 pm (UTC)She deals herself another half-slice of bacon and chews it thoughtfully.
"Good call on the poetry though. I don't like being romanced at all."
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Date: 2006-08-30 09:08 pm (UTC)"Except with bacon."
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Date: 2006-08-30 09:46 pm (UTC)"Bacon isn't romantic," she reasons. "It's just greasy and very tasty."
She consumes the other half of her current rasher with an over-the-top "mmmmmm," just to prove her point.
"But yes. Fine. Point conceded."
"Breakfast in bed, or any kind of decent food offering after sleep or sex, or both, is the kind of romantic gesture I can live with. Such activities leave me hungry and relaxed, so if someone wants to bring food to me without me having to get up, then I'm certainly not going to turn it away."
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Date: 2006-09-07 06:39 pm (UTC)Eros flops over on to his stomach, and watches her eat, for a moment.
(So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me...)
"I had fun, by the way," he tells her after a time. "Though I'm sure you knew that."
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Date: 2006-09-07 06:58 pm (UTC)She sends an appreciative smile his way, making up for the slight wryness.
"Ditto."
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Date: 2006-09-07 07:08 pm (UTC)He frowns, rubs his chin, continues.
"You can come back here, if you like. Not just with me, I mean. I kind of travel but - if you need a place to crash or whatever, you can come here.
"This is not me saying, 'move in with me,' by the way."
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Date: 2006-09-07 07:28 pm (UTC)"Don't worry, Lover Boy. I would already be long gone if I thought that's what you meant."
Unconcerned, she leaves the strap resting in the crook of her elbow for now.
"Thank you for the offer though. It really is lovely here."
She pauses briefly, crinkling her nose.
"The thing is... I don't actually have a way to get here without you."
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Date: 2006-09-07 07:36 pm (UTC)"Right. I'll make you a key later, if you want one. Should make the bar let you out here when you want to."
Beat.
"It also opens the front door of this place. Kind of like a regular key."
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Date: 2006-09-07 07:46 pm (UTC)"Okay. That would be nice. Thank you. Again."
She moves the tray to the bedside table on her side and then adjusts herself to lay alongside Eros.
"This all seems sort of conclusive in terms of the current liaison." She absently twirls a lock of his hair around her index finger. "Are you about to kick me out?"
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Date: 2006-09-07 07:51 pm (UTC)His face says: :D?
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Date: 2006-09-07 07:56 pm (UTC)"Ass!"
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Date: 2006-09-07 07:59 pm (UTC)He glances back, over his shoulder.
"I don't blame you. It's a nice ass."
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Date: 2006-09-07 08:11 pm (UTC)"Heh. True enough, on both counts. But given that you can make it look however you want, I'd expect nothing less."
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Date: 2006-09-07 08:19 pm (UTC)He pokes her gently in the shoulder.
"You don't even have godly powers. You just got lucky, looking so good. I'm jealous."
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Date: 2006-09-07 08:35 pm (UTC)"Bah. Whatever."
She follows that with a short kiss to his heavily-stubbled cheek. It's at least semi-grateful in nature.
"Thank you. But you already have me. There's no need for flattery now."
Beat.
"And, to be fair, there was no need beforehand either. But that's beside the point." She shrugs and chuckles. "Enh... what am I saying? Flatter away. I love it all."
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Date: 2006-09-07 08:41 pm (UTC)He considers, then adds, "And I'd be out of a job."
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Date: 2006-09-07 08:52 pm (UTC)"I feel it's our duty to work together to avoid it. Perhaps... by continuing to do things here that we don't actually need to."
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Date: 2006-09-07 09:05 pm (UTC)And Eros props himself up by his shoulders, and gently leans over...
...and steals the last piece of bacon.