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smithereens) wrote in augustines2013-07-22 10:25 pm
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wild light, glowing bright to guide me when i fall.
Luce isn’t surprised to find that Elias is a kicker. It makes cuddling a little difficult—and also rather painful—and Luce earns a few bruises to his shins before he finally gives into his natural tendency to sprawl across the bed like a great cat, while Eli curls on his side at the very edge of the mattress, back towards him.
Luce also isn’t very surprised to wake up the next morning in much the same way he finally fell asleep, limps splayed. Elias has barely moved at all, covers pulled all the way up to his chin, only the barest sliver of skin at the nape of his neck exposed, where the sheet drapes over his collarbone; there is very little Luce can do to resist reaching out and brushing his fingers there, his shins be damned.
Elias doesn’t so much ease into wakefulness as he explodes into it, nearly falling off the bed, and Luce laughs even as Eli’s foot connects with the space just under his knee. Another battle scar.
“You scared me!” Eli says, tangling himself up in sheets as he rolls over and glares at Luce. “I should’ve known it was you. Only you.”
“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Luce says with a grin, trying to look sincerely apologetic and probably failing. “Here, I’ll kiss it better—”
Eli strongarms his face away without hesitation, intercepting the kiss, the heel of his hand mashed against Luce’s cheek. “That only works on injuries.”
“It’s good to know your mental faculties are as sharp as ever in the mornings.”
With a long-suffering sigh, Eli lowers his hand, the expression on his face one that Luce now knows very well, as if he can’t quite believe how he managed to fall into this kind of company, and worse: how he hasn’t seriously tried to escape yet.
Luce is only grateful that he hasn’t, and shows it by reaching out again, this time holding up his hand in placation before running his fingers through Eli’s bedhead, sticking up in uncharacteristic dishevelment. Luce didn’t know any part of Eli was even capable of being disheveled. It’s extremely adorable.
And so is Eli’s blush, even if the rest of him is tense and on edge—always tense and on edge, so that Luce finds himself trying a little harder, being a little quicker with his smiles and his teasing, easing instead of diving in headfirst like he almost desperately wants to. Maybe it’s pity, but he props his head on his palm instead of moving closer, smiling benignly.
“You can go, if you want,” he says.
Elias’ scowl deepens. “I don’t have any trousers on.”
Now Luce truly can’t help himself: with a laugh, he catches Eli’s hand, the one he’d used to push his face away, and kisses it with a flourish before climbing out of bed stark naked. He turns just in time to catch the tail-end of Eli’s shocked glance, and imagines that he sees appreciation there too before Eli dives under the covers, pulling them up to cover his face.
“Don’t let that stop you, Eli—I don’t let it stop me.”
There’s muffled grumbling emerging from the lump under the covers; Luce moves around the bed, closer, but it doesn’t make anything more audible.
“What are you doing, making a cocoon?” Luce asks, sitting on the edge of the mattress so that Elias rolls slightly towards him with the dip of it under his weight. “Are you a caterpillar? Will you emerge as a beautiful butterfly?”
Elias pulls down just enough of the sheets to makes himself heard. “You’re so embarrassing.”
Never one to waste opportunities, Luce presses a lightning-fast kiss to Eli’s exposed forehead, before the other man has a chance to yank the covers back over his head. His eyebrows knot together in an irritated way that Luce finds inexplicably endearing, but he doesn’t hide.
“Find your trousers and come to the kitchen,” Luce says instead of Thank you for not going. “I’ll make you breakfast.”
“You? Breakfast?”
“You could stand to sound less incredulous. I’ll have you know most people find it very charming when I make them breakfast. I’m very charming.”
“You? Charming?”
“I said less incredulous, not more.” Still smiling, Luce steals another quick kiss to Eli’s forehead, and this time Eli does pull the covers back over his head in protest. “Besides, you found me very charming last night.”
Elias emits a sudden, muffled squeak from underneath the blankets, and this time Luce knows it’s deliberate when Eli starts trying to kick him.
“Fine! I’m coming!” Eli yells. “And put on your trousers too!”
Luce laughs and picks his way through their clothes scattered across the floor. “Yes, my butterfly.”
Luce also isn’t very surprised to wake up the next morning in much the same way he finally fell asleep, limps splayed. Elias has barely moved at all, covers pulled all the way up to his chin, only the barest sliver of skin at the nape of his neck exposed, where the sheet drapes over his collarbone; there is very little Luce can do to resist reaching out and brushing his fingers there, his shins be damned.
Elias doesn’t so much ease into wakefulness as he explodes into it, nearly falling off the bed, and Luce laughs even as Eli’s foot connects with the space just under his knee. Another battle scar.
“You scared me!” Eli says, tangling himself up in sheets as he rolls over and glares at Luce. “I should’ve known it was you. Only you.”
“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Luce says with a grin, trying to look sincerely apologetic and probably failing. “Here, I’ll kiss it better—”
Eli strongarms his face away without hesitation, intercepting the kiss, the heel of his hand mashed against Luce’s cheek. “That only works on injuries.”
“It’s good to know your mental faculties are as sharp as ever in the mornings.”
With a long-suffering sigh, Eli lowers his hand, the expression on his face one that Luce now knows very well, as if he can’t quite believe how he managed to fall into this kind of company, and worse: how he hasn’t seriously tried to escape yet.
Luce is only grateful that he hasn’t, and shows it by reaching out again, this time holding up his hand in placation before running his fingers through Eli’s bedhead, sticking up in uncharacteristic dishevelment. Luce didn’t know any part of Eli was even capable of being disheveled. It’s extremely adorable.
And so is Eli’s blush, even if the rest of him is tense and on edge—always tense and on edge, so that Luce finds himself trying a little harder, being a little quicker with his smiles and his teasing, easing instead of diving in headfirst like he almost desperately wants to. Maybe it’s pity, but he props his head on his palm instead of moving closer, smiling benignly.
“You can go, if you want,” he says.
Elias’ scowl deepens. “I don’t have any trousers on.”
Now Luce truly can’t help himself: with a laugh, he catches Eli’s hand, the one he’d used to push his face away, and kisses it with a flourish before climbing out of bed stark naked. He turns just in time to catch the tail-end of Eli’s shocked glance, and imagines that he sees appreciation there too before Eli dives under the covers, pulling them up to cover his face.
“Don’t let that stop you, Eli—I don’t let it stop me.”
There’s muffled grumbling emerging from the lump under the covers; Luce moves around the bed, closer, but it doesn’t make anything more audible.
“What are you doing, making a cocoon?” Luce asks, sitting on the edge of the mattress so that Elias rolls slightly towards him with the dip of it under his weight. “Are you a caterpillar? Will you emerge as a beautiful butterfly?”
Elias pulls down just enough of the sheets to makes himself heard. “You’re so embarrassing.”
Never one to waste opportunities, Luce presses a lightning-fast kiss to Eli’s exposed forehead, before the other man has a chance to yank the covers back over his head. His eyebrows knot together in an irritated way that Luce finds inexplicably endearing, but he doesn’t hide.
“Find your trousers and come to the kitchen,” Luce says instead of Thank you for not going. “I’ll make you breakfast.”
“You? Breakfast?”
“You could stand to sound less incredulous. I’ll have you know most people find it very charming when I make them breakfast. I’m very charming.”
“You? Charming?”
“I said less incredulous, not more.” Still smiling, Luce steals another quick kiss to Eli’s forehead, and this time Eli does pull the covers back over his head in protest. “Besides, you found me very charming last night.”
Elias emits a sudden, muffled squeak from underneath the blankets, and this time Luce knows it’s deliberate when Eli starts trying to kick him.
“Fine! I’m coming!” Eli yells. “And put on your trousers too!”
Luce laughs and picks his way through their clothes scattered across the floor. “Yes, my butterfly.”