| inbox - fasti |

[specifications]

( notes | letters | items | window calling | courtyard shouting | etc. )

Comments

[congenitally]

[ He doesn't manage to get out the expression of confusion, strangled as the noise is by lips pressing into his. His heart leaps into his throat in the same moment, and he's surprised, and warm, and confused, and thrilled all in the same, strained breath.

As he's learned to do with Arthur, he lets the moment come as it arrives; he doesn't know how long this is going to last, if it's going to last, or if it's going to come again. Here and now is all he cares about in the here and now. Charles presses into that contact once he regains his balance against the mattress, insistent and more than a little impatient. As he finally pulls away, he's breathless and gasping for air. ]

I'm taking that as a yes.

[specifications]

[ Arthur lays back on the bed after they part, licks at his lips and breathing a little heavier, ]

Yeah.

[ A part of him knows he'll probably regret agreeing to this, not knowing what the future holds. But he also knows more than that, that he'll never find someone like this again. Certainly not in his world. ]

[congenitally]

[ On the other hand, Charles doesn't care. He's happy Arthur seems happy. He, personally, is thrilled. Which is obvious in every way but his speech--or perhaps too in the sudden onset lack of it--from the way he breathes to the way he still doesn't pull away quite that far. He stays where he is, propped above Arthur there on the bed, doing his damnedest not to aggravate any injury (at least those he knows about). ]

Good. Then I'm not all that sorry I woke you up.

[ Hell, with a concussion, he probably needs the monitoring, lest he end up in the Clinic, with--not a thought for right now. ]

[specifications]

[ Arthur snorts at that and then winces from it, ]

Please. I knew you weren't. Just like I knew you were going to try to find whatever excuse you could to stay.

[ A beat, ]

But now you don't have to.

[congenitally]

Good. [ Said matter-of-factly, as if this were already an obvious conclusion. The smile is small but no less present, as he leans in to kiss him again. It's softer this time, shorter. Sweet. ] Because I was going to run out of excuses eventually.