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 Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2019 10:32 am
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 Cheeky or not, after everything Marcel had been put through in life, it was surprising to him that he had the ability to be nice at all. Virgil supposed he would just have to try harder and dig deeper just to see if he could uncover the sweeter side of him. An almost devious chuckle came from him when he claimed he was going to be difficult about going for their walks. It sounded like he had forgotten how easy it was for the lycan to pick him up and carry him. Yeah, he didn’t think it would be all that much of a challenge to tear him away from his beloved television and get him outside. His smile became apologetic when he heard his sigh. A part of him wished that the place was like any other hospital but he could understand their reasons behind it. It wouldn’t be good for their patients if a human wondered in and then spread the word about their existence. It would put everyone at risk. He shook his head lightly with a fond chuckle at the veteran’s bold claim. Imagining Marcel trying to make it past the security to get inside just to see him was a highly amusing one to say the least. It was also a slightly disturbing one. While the halfbreed would never doubt his lover’s skill, he didn’t exactly want to know how well he would fair in a fight against a group of pissed off orcs and other nasty creatures. And he would be on his own in that sort of scenario. ”Don’t do anythin’ stupid. I ain’t worth it…” He’d lightly warn him against it. Hearing his birth name was one way of making him pay attention and take what he was saying a little more seriously. Virgil scoffed a bit. Thanks to the circumstances of his mother’s death, he was convinced anyone in the medical profession was in it for the money and not because they care about other living beings. It was a bitter outlook and one that probably wouldn’t change anytime soon. ”Poisonin’s one way t’put it.” He offered since the man sounded kind of confused about it. The brute himself didn’t know of any other way to put it so it would have to do.”Yeah, yeah…” He sighed although a chuckle soon worked its way from his throat. ”Heh...grumpy is puttin’ it lightly…” Once again, he was sleepily talking out loud to himself as the tea continued to work its magic. The antidote for the silver tended to make him act a little more bestial and bitchy more so than usual. Maybe it would be for the best if Marcel wasn’t able to visit him tomorrow. Not that he felt any better about the whole issue despite his reassurance and knowing how shitty he would no doubt feel after the surgery. His arms and legs were stretched before he went right back to curling up in his spot, letting out a happy chuff as he did. The skeptic and more paranoid side of conscience was willing to bet that there something more than just lemongrass in the tea, but he was quite successfully ignoring that nagging voice right now. It was getting the job done and that was all that mattered to him. ”I might have t’come home jus’ so I can recover on th’ couch. This is th’ best place in th’ whole damn apartment.” Dare he say it was even better than Marcel's lap. Finished with his tea, he closed his eyes and came close to falling asleep right where he was. His head began to dip down as drifted off though he jerked it back up a few seconds later and blinked at Marcel with a little bit of confusion on his face. He pulled himself off of the couch with a groan, stopping to kiss him on top of the head on his way to go toss the cup away. "Night, doll." Virgil would call out on his way back to the bedroom, figuring he would at least try to get some sleep this time around.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2019 5:21 pm
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 Marcel was completely and totally confident that there was absolutely no way that the larger man had any way of picking up the smaller Hispanic for their future late night walks. And the other man most certainly knew better than to even humor the idea of picking him up like a lap dog and carrying him outside and away from his movies! He would never do that! Once the topic of the Hospital came up it did end up making sense to him why humans weren't allowed but surely if Marcel already knew then they could make an exception right? Well it was hard to say really, the Hispanic wasn't sure about how things of Virgil's world went about doing things but it seemed to only make sense to him. If this human already knew about these sorts of things but wasn't saying anything then maybe he could get away with getting in. Of course Marcel grinned a little bit when the other man voiced his warning about forcing his way in and the Veteran would chuckle a little bit at the thought of it "Funny, I feel like that's the exact same thing that I'd say if the roles were reversed" he meant that to, the two of them were like two peas in a pod and they without a doubt occasionally had similar thought processes. There was little doubt in his mind that Virgil would happily force his way into any establishment with brute force as long as it meant getting to the Hispanic and vice versa "But don't worry Querido, I'm not enough of an a*****e to pick fights at a Hospital of all places" that being said if anyone did give him s**t then there would be fists to be thrown and the Hispanic soldier would not hold back. Marcel would then nod his head a little bit, pleased that his way of thinking about it being a type of poisoning wasn't wrong at least. It just stood to reason in his mind. The Hispanic would then grin a little bit when his Lover spoke, grumpy was just the first word that came to his mind and now it was an amusing thought, even if it may be far from reality. Marcel would then chuckle a little bit at the other man's next comment and grinned "Right though? There's a reason I spent a lot of time on this couch" hell before meeting Virgil, Marcel hardly ever even went into his bedroom for anything more than to shower and change clothes. At some points he swore that the bed was a wasted investment but now he at least couldn't be happier with it since he now had someone to share it with. He would then sit there and watch his Lover begin to actually nod off and grinned a little bit, the other man was utterly adorable when he was sleepy. Marcel would nod his head when the other walked over and kissed his head "Be with you in a second Querido" Marcel stated as he took an extra minute to sip his tea and recline in the darkness of his living room as a small smile graced his lips. This was the life he wanted. This was all he ever wanted. If their lives could just stay like this forever he would be more than happy to be content. That being said there was still more that Marcel wanted in life but if the hands they were dealt just kicked them in the teeth then at least the Hispanic could remain content with a quiet life like this. Finally Marcel would get up to throw away his own cup and entered the bedroom and slid under the covers, grabbing onto Virgil and spooning him "Goodnight dear..." he whispered, not even sure if the other man was still awake. Either way Marcel was relaxed but not completely there yet but he was more than happy to at least close his eyes and just listen to the sound of his Lovers breathing, happy to know that the person in his arms was truly here and his. á(Translation: ) |
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2019 9:47 pm
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There was no way Virgil could argue with that logic. "Oh, ya would but ya would be wastin' your breath." There was a good chance Marcel would be uttering that same warning if the situation was reserved and there was an even bigger chance that the werewolf wouldn’t heed it. If he had it in mind to see and be near him then there was little anyone would be able to do about it and he was definitely enough of an a*****e to start a fight in a hospital. He’d done it a few times in the past and he didn’t see any reason why he should stop that habit now if there was a good reason to use aggression. Sometimes, depending on the place, getting mean with the staff was the only way to get anything done. He'd lost a couple of friends thanks to apathetic nurses and doctors. Not that they could have done anything to save them in the first place, but he believed their last few days wouldn't have been as painful if certain people had gotten their heads out of their asses and had done something. Thinking about the whole awful subject, he said a silent prayer to whatever was watching over them that the day his lover needed to go into the hospital for any amount of time would never come. His association with the places weren't great.
In the bedroom, he stripped down again before he went and crawled into their bed. Since Marcel hadn’t followed him to bed, he grabbed the man’s pillow to use as a poor replacement and curled up on his side to cuddle with it. If he couldn’t have the Hispanic with him tomorrow then the pillow might work. Eh, who was he kidding? There was no substitute for the Hispanic. It was either the real thing or nothing at all for him. It didn't take long at all for him to start drifting off again although Virgil wasn’t so out of it that he wasn’t aware of the mattress shifting down as his boyfriend came to bed a few minutes later. A happy noise was made when he felt him snuggle in behind him. With his size, being the smaller spoon was strange although it wasn’t so strange that he was willing to move or change how they were laying. ”Querido…” He gently murmured as if to correct him though it didn't bother him in the slightest. After hearing the Spanish version so often, the English one sounded almost foreign to his ears now. "Sweet dreams, my heart." Grabbing onto his hand, he threaded their fingers together and finally stopped trying so hard to stay awake. Within seconds, his breathing evened out and his body grew completely relaxed as sleep claimed him. It seemed now that he was sober and wasn't being plagued by nightmares, he was prone to making odd noises in his sleep. Every now and then as the minutes ticked by, Virgil would growl faintly in his sleep. Or whine in the most pitiful way when the handsome soldier in one dream wouldn't give him some of his food. He was so heartless, not sharing his meal with the giant black dog who was doing his best to get his attention by doing every cute trick in the book."Gettin'realtiredofyershit'erebuddy..." Virgil lowly huffed out his thoughts on the whole matter in his sleep.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2019 3:38 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2019 3:09 pm
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Upsetting the other man was a risk Virgil would just have to take because he wasn’t going to leave his care completely in the hands of strangers. He was sure Marcel had never had to worry about being treated differently by medical personnel because of his sexuality or who he was with, and the older man planned on never letting that happen either. He would argue against clinginess even though that was the best word for it. The brute couldn’t help it though. The world made more sense and he felt safer with Marcel around, and there was a great relief in knowing he no longer had to tackle everything on his own now. Hell, even his quality of sleep was better when he knew there was someone who he could trust watching his back. Though his dream this time wasn’t a bad one, he couldn’t say that it was exactly a pleasant one. Frustrating was the word for it. It continued on much the same, the guy ignoring his efforts and not sharing his sandwich with him, which looked like the most delicious sandwich in the whole damn world then. Leave it to the werewolf to have a dream about food. Fine. If the jerk didn’t want to share then he was going to take what he wanted! In the dream, the wolf prepared himself to jump and snatch the object of his desire only to have his plan of attack be interrupted by a soft and muffled beeping noise. What the hell was that? It sounded an awful like some kind of alarm...oh. Oh, s**t!
Virgil forced himself awake, giving a slight snort as he slit open an eye and fished his phone out from underneath his pillow to shut the alarm off and check the time. It wasn’t quite time to wake up yet, but he didn’t see the point in going back to sleep for only twenty more minutes. Fighting the desire to slumber, he laid there and did his best to focus his attention on the man next to him to see if he’d managed to fall asleep yet or if his insomnia was still making things difficult for him. From what he could hear, it did seem as if Marcel was out. Good to know, but now he had to make out of the bed without waking him. A task that shouldn’t be all that hard given his penchant for sneaking out of the bedrooms during the middle of the night, but it still made him a little nervous. Virgil had to admit the humor behind the difference, this was the first time he didn’t want to wake his partner because he didn’t want to get caught sneaking out. He just wanted him to get as much rest as he could before he had to wake up to get ready for work. Virgil released his hold on his hand and gently moved his arm back before he ever so carefully slid to the edge of the bed and stood. Trying to keep his movements as quiet as possible, he slowly padded over to his dresser. Time felt like it dragged on as he opened the first drawer and took out the first pair of jeans he touched, applying the same method for his selection of his shirt. This was a new thing as well, this sort of sneaking would also be accompanied with him trying to pick up his clothes off the floor in the dark. Now, he was even more thankful for his gift. With his clothing in hand, Virgil eased his way out of the bedroom and headed for the bathroom to shower.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2019 6:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2019 9:36 pm
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Admittingly, Virgil spent longer in the shower than he should have, but he supposed that was the whole reason he'd decided to wake up an hour earlier than needed. To give himself plenty of time to relax before he had to leave for his doctor's appointment and, as he was finding out, standing there underneath the warm spray was a good way to relax and wake up at the same time. A cigarette and coffee to go would be better, but even someone as stubborn as him knew how difficult pulling that would be. He finally shut off the water and got out once his fingers had started to become wrinkled, figuring he'd wasted enough time with that one activity. Though he was already starting to miss that snarky mouth a bit, he had to admit that there was a certain odd peace with getting ready without having to try to win a battle of wits. He decided to take his time with it and even went as far as to properly fix his hair once he'd finished towel drying it, pulling the upper layer of his hair down into a ponytail while leaving the lower half down. Only then did he get dressed, squirming into a new pair of jeans followed by the dark blue button-up with the silver wolf motif. One last look was taken of his reflection in the medicine cabinet's mirror in his way out, the man actually stopping for a brief moment. It had been a long time since he'd had any positive opinion of himself, but Virgil had to admit he actually looked pretty decent this morning. Clothing makes the man, as they say, and he knew his attractiveness would diminish once they were off. So much for thinking positive. He paused on the way to the living room when he caught the sound of the shower starting again. Usually being the one to side with logic, he took it to mean Marcel had woken up and he immediately wondered just how long he'd taken in the bathroom. Hopefully, he hadn't used all of the hot water! Virgil hesitated in his spot, debating on whether or not he should go intrude on his beau's shower or not. The idea was tempting as hell, but it took time to make himself look this good and that was work he had no interest in repeating. Still, he just about had to force himself to continue on to the kitchen. Specifically, the fridge. Opening its door, he scanned over the items inside. Eggs and leftover Chinese food for breakfast didn't sound appealing. Roast beef on toasted rye bread did although he couldn't fathom why he was craving that. It didn't take him long to realize he wasn't going to find what he was looking for and he went to close it only to stop as the bottle of Irish coffee caught his eye. He grabbed it and smacked the door closed and poured as much of it into a glass as he could. Well, he did need something in his stomach and liquid breakfast was a thing! Virgil glanced out the window and sighed when he noticed how light the morning sky was becoming. He should have been on the road half an hour ago, not that it meant he was going to start rushing things now. Being a little late to his appointment wouldn't hurt things, by his reckoning.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2019 7:07 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2019 7:54 pm
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Virgil leaned against the counter to relax while he enjoyed his drink. The couch would be a better place, but he didn’t dare go sit down out of fear he might fall asleep again. The thing was just too damn comfortable. His mind wandered while he stood there sipping his coffee, idly going through the things he needed to get done this week. Aside from work and finishing the repairs on the door he didn’t think there would be anything exciting going on. For a man who used to party every night when he wasn’t working, the idea of quiet evenings spent at home didn’t bother him in the slightest. His head jerked up the moment he heard his name being practically roared out, his skin flushing pink at the sound of it. Marcel sounded pissed and he didn’t know why that would be. He hadn’t done anything to warrant such a tone! At least as far as he one. Had the Hispanic used his birth name, he would have left right then and there. As it was, he lingered there a couple of minutes before he headed to their bedroom to make sure he was okay. Marcel looked fine. Mostly. Freezing by the looks of it and, as it turns out, pissed was an understatement. It finally dawned on him what the problem was. Oops. Being a living radiator as he was, the best way of warming him up would be crawling into bed to snuggle or hug onto him, but he wasn't about to get any closer to him right now. The former Marine looked murderous and he wasn't feeling anywhere near suicidal this morning. A sheepish grin was offered from where he stood in the doorway. "Sorry, darlin'." The show of submission was a subconscious one, Virgil breaking eye contact with him and dipping his head down with a slight tilt to it to expose a small portion of his throat. As he would do with another wolf who outranked him. If he'd realized it, he would have done his best to resist the urge. Sure, his lover was intimidating as ******** right now, but he didn't think he was beneath him. "Won't happen again." Virgil chanced a look at him only to lower his gaze again just as quickly while he took a slight step toward him. Oh, ******** it. What could Marcel possibly do to him, anyway? Within the next heartbeat, the lycan was lunging toward him and making the attempt grab him by the hips all so he toss him onto the bed and pounce on top of him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2019 9:40 am
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The moment Virgil stepped into the bedroom the Hispanic's gaze cut into him like a blade at this moment. Was he truly angry? Not quite. Was he upset? Very much so. Did the damn Werewolf seriously have to use all the hot water!? It seemed to take his lover a moment the process why the Hispanic was upset but when he did the grin and apology that followed did help somewhat and his glare softened only slightly "Yeah. I bet Querido" the sudden shift in his posture was noted but it didn't hold any meaning really to the human besides the larger man looking like a huge kicked puppy. Dammit. A deep sigh left Marcel as he shook his head at his lover "You had to use all the hot water?" it was a rhetorical question quite honestly but he wanted to be perfectly clear why he wasn't happy at this moment, at least he was wide awake now. Marcel would then nod his head when the other stated that it wouldn't happen again to which the Veteran nodded his head "I hope so, because next time you'll be sleeping on the couch" not that it was really even a punishment, that damn piece of furniture was so damn comfy that the Hispanic might just let Virgil have the bed to himself if it ever came up again. However Marcel would be taken by surprise when the larger wolf lunged for him, if he knew an attack was coming he would have thrown the man aside! However instead he ended up laying on the bed looking up at Virgil and what was a softening gaze hardened into a very unamused look as he stared directly up at Virgil with one of those looks ". . . ." he stared in silence for another moment before finally opening his mouth "The sheets are wet now" he stated plainly, he'd only wrapped a towel around his waist and a towel on top of his head. He was still by all means rather wet and now he was laid out on their bed "What exactly do you think you're doing now?" he stated as a single eyebrow quirked upwards, genuinely curious what was now running through his lovers mind at this moment. á(Translation: ) |
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2019 1:27 pm
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It hadn’t been his intention to use all of the hot water, he’d just lost track of time! Not a mistake he would be making a second time, that was for sure since Marcel made it pretty damn clear that a second offense would land him on the couch. Sure, it was comfortable but it would still suck to him. Couch, bed, floor… The where didn’t matter, what would bother the former bounty hunter about it would be not being able to sleep next to him. When his plan actually worked, Virgil couldn’t help but stare down in shock as he sat there straddling his waist with his hands placed on either side of his head. In all honesty, he had fully the Hispanic to pull some skillful trick. The fact he wasn’t on the floor in some amount of pain right now was a surprise to him. A nervous chuckle escaped from him as his shock faded to be replaced by a slight sense of dread. If looks could kill, he reckoned he would be dead man right about now. Gods above, he felt like he’d just grabbed onto a tiger and now couldn’t let go or else he’d get his a** handed to him. ”Then I’ll put ‘em in th’ dryer.” The solution seemed rather simple to him though none of this would be such a hassle if he’d bothered to dry off first! Sitting up, Virgil shook his head while he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it to lay it off to the side so it wouldn’t get wet. Hell if he knew what the whole idea was. Thankfully, these spur of the moment split second decisions of his were rare.”Looked like ya were freezin’ so I’m takin’ care of it.” He would finally answer as he moved to lay his torso over his. The weight over Marcel would be a light one as he made sure to support most of his own on his knees and forearms so he would smother the shorter man. He still avoided direct eye contact as he reached over for the blanket and dragged it over them to keep too much body heat from escaping. ”If this is supposed t’help prevent hypothermia then I reckon it’ll work now…” He awkwardly explained in a mutter as he loosened the towel around Marcel’s head and began to gently rub it against his wet hair.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2019 7:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2019 2:00 pm
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If Virgil had learned one thing from his hard life then it was to always be prepared for anything at any moment. He was on guard most of the time and had only learned to completely relax without a drink in the last couple of days. Maybe he'd grown paranoid over the years, but he only had himself to blame for it and he wasn't about to have a pity party over it. But no matter how uneasy this made him feel, it was a good learning experience since it gave him more insight to how his lover could be when he was upset. And, apparently, not having hot water was one of those things that could trigger him. He snorted at the snark that was thrown his way. ”Nah. It was th’ shakin’ like ah leaf in ah hurricane that did it.” He lightly bit back with a small shake of his head. An eyebrow raised as he noticed the grin he was wearing now, taking as a sign the younger man wasn’t as frustrated with him as he had been seconds ago. At least Marcel didn’t seem willing to hold a grudge over the issue at hand. ”Mmm, aye.” Virgil probably should have walked out the door a good while ago, but he wasn’t going to start worrying about the time he was losing. Spending a few minutes with Marcel was more important to him than not being late to his appointment. He would just have to break a few traffic laws to get there, that was all! His cheeks dusted a light shade of pink at the mention of what he was doing. His solution to the problem was an unorthodox one, he was aware of that, but it was the quickest one in his opinion. It appeared to be working, too, if the way he felt him pressing into him was any clue. ”Can’t have ya catchin’ cold an’ dyin’ on me.” He joked although he was relieved that was something they actually never had to worry about, that the common cold was no longer a threat as it used to be. The tender kiss left behind a lazy half smile in his wake as he continued to concentrate on rubbing the Hispanic’s hair. Perhaps he was forgiven for his mistake, but he was going to do his best to not use anything thing water than tepid in the future. Partly because his skin still felt tight and dried out after such a lot hot shower in the future. His touch was gentle as he let go of the towel a moment later to run his fingers through his hair to make sure it was dry. He paused for a second as he gazed down at Marcel before he buried his face against the crook of his neck. ”Don’t be ah pervert.” Virgil warned with a slightly teasing tone and began to use it to wipe away any water left although he was sure most of it had ended up on the sheets or himself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2019 5:47 pm
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Marcel watched the other man with a small smirk on his face, it was so funny to think that only last week he had been a miserable wreck whom spent far too much time handling the pistol that was now resting on the counter of the kitchen, far from view. He'd have to disassemble that thing later and store it away, the Hispanic was most certainly not in the right state of mind when he bought that damn thing. Besides it wasn't like he could use it for home defense, one shot and he'd be putting himself in more danger than any would be intruder. The Veteran's grin widened a little bit as he shook his head at the other's comment "Your observational skills are unmatched then" was the sarcastic response that Vigil got back when he tried to bite back with his own level of snark. Nonetheless though Marcel by this point was relatively calm, now that he was no longer freezing cold he was rather pleased to have the other man so close. Be it for warmth or just cuddling the Hispanic couldn't get enough of his Lover being close to him. Of course Marcel rolled his eyes some when the other man seemed completely dismissive of the fact that he may be late for his appointment "Come on now Virgil, you know you can't keep putting this off" he stated with a small shake of the head as he chuckled a little bit. It almost felt like trying to get a fully grown man child to cooperate and just to go and get this whole thing done and over with. However the look on his lovers face when he teased him for his methods was something the Hispanic would never grow tired of seeing but he simply couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped his lips when his Lover joked about dying from the common cold of all things "Oh whoa is me, I don't think I'll be able to survive the dreaded sniffles. My time is now" he stated in a playfully dramatic tone as he rested his arm over his forehead for dramatic effect. However his smile grew a bit more tender when the other man buried his face in the crook of his neck. Marcel would reach up and gently rubbed his back some "You're doing just fine" what the "This" was that Virgil was talking about was unknown to the Hispanic but whatever it was he would happily encourage the other man nonetheless. Of course a small chuckle ripped through him once more at Virgil's next comment as he shook his head a little bit "Oh don't worry, I took care of myself in the shower. You won't be getting anything from me" he stated with a grin plastered on his face "I could say the same to you so don't get any funny ideas!" of course towel drying his torso was somewhat redundant at this point since the comforter and sheets absorbed a lot of the water what clung to his body, granted he certainly wasn't going to stop the other man from pampering him. á(Translation: ) |
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2019 12:51 am
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His eyes rolled. The sarcasm dripping from his voice was enough for Virgil to know that it was far from a compliment. How in the hell had he ever fallen in love with this smart a**? Oh, he could deny it all he wanted, but it was a trait he found to be endearing. Being told not to miss his appointment had him groaning and briefly squeezing his eyes shut. ”An’ I’m not plannin’ on it. Five minutes won’t hurt anythin’.” He reassured with a soft sigh. If he really didn’t want to go then he would have gotten back into bed to sleep rather than to warm Marcel up. The object inside of his chest cavity wasn’t a huge concern for him, but he was ready to get it checked out so his lover wouldn’t have to worry about it. Or hear anymore griping about the whole thing! A glimpse of pearly whites could be seen as he grinned over his dramatic antics. Marcel really did watch too many of those old movies, his acting was nearly spot on. Truly, he deserved an Oscar! The encouragement and reassurance was a nice thing to hear after his little moment of self-realization and embarrassment. He wondered if the Hispanic would have the same sentiment if he told him what had caused the minor freak-out. Though he wasn’t brave enough to actually say anything. Nor was he in the mood to be lectured, which was what he figured he’d receive if he opened his mouth about it. As Virgil worked on his torso, he found it ever so tempting to mess with the veteran but it was a temptation he was able to resist in the end. Rousing his interest, if he could, wouldn’t be any fun since he didn’t have time to reap the benefits of doing so. Virgil gave him a look that was a cross between a pout and a kicked puppy after releasing a loud huff. Damn it all, why did he always have to miss all the fun?! ”Well, I hope ya enjoyed yerself ‘cause that’s all you’ll be gettin’ for th’ next couple of days.” He wasn’t saying it to be mean or tease him. If he did end up having surgery then there was a good chance he wouldn’t be in the mood for any sort of intimacy while he was recovering. It was going to be hell for the werewolf, honestly, and not just because they wouldn’t be able to fool around. ”An’ I can’t even believe ya’d say something like that. I’m ah ********’ saint, I would never do such ah thing.” Yeah, uh huh. Like he hadn’t been thinking about fondling his man’s intimate areas a few seconds ago. It didn’t take Virgil long to abandon the towel and start to simply stroke his side with his bare hand. Murring softly, he lightly nuzzled his cheek against his neck. ”On second thought...Don’t.” His voice took on a rather husky tone while he whispered in his ear. ”I want t’see if ya can go without touchin’ yerself while I’m healin’.” He didn’t think it would be all that difficult for Marcel to do, really, but he was curious if he would go through with it. So the cruel man could break him later on in the week, which was a perfectly reasonable thing to do! Once he shared his piece, he raised up onto an elbow with a remotely sad smile on his lips. "I guess I needa get goin', darlin'." His other hand raised to cup his chin, his thumb lightly petting part of his goatee. "I love you." He leaned down to kiss Marcel, one he made sure to keep as slow and passionate as he could and if the hothead allowed him to. After all, it would be their last one for some time and Virgil wanted one last fond little memory to take him with to the hospital.
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