[ The tacos are delicious and G'raha is finding he quite enjoys the pickled onions as well. They had a nice crunch and sourness that really compliments the sweetness of the sauces. Commentary he might have otherwise if not for the fact that he'd rather be eating-- ]
...My apologies.
[ Except G'raha doesn't sound too sorry, mostly just sheepish as he gives Arthur a little more space under the table. He slurps loudly on his fruity drink. ]
[ Arthur’s gaze lands on G’raha’s face and holds there for a few moments, watching him, the way his lips curve around the edge of his glass. “Overeager” he says, and Arthur can’t help but feel that’s something of an understatement.
Ah, to hells with it. ]
… Wait here.
[ He offers no explanation as he rises from his seat, dipping back into the restaurant proper to exchange a few words with the proprietor. Arthur comes back a moment later with a small brown bag and a bit of waxed paper to wrap their food in. ]
[ G'raha does a bit of a double-take when Arthur gets up. Though he's told to wait, there is a moment where G'raha wonders if he has crossed a line in his excitement. Gods, the last thing he wants to do is mess this up...
G'raha puts the drink back down and turns in his chair, following Arthur to the counter--and then is filled with instant relief when he sees what his boyfriend is coming back with. Relief mixed with that growing excitement. Overeager is really only the beginning. ]
Are we?
[ Though he asks, G'raha is already up out of his seat and grabbing a few plates to start stowing away the food. ]
I'm certain this will be just as delicious later.
[ For what it's worth, G'raha does try to help package things appropriately, though he realizes rather quickly that the drinks likely can't come with. So he does the only logical thing one can do in this situation--
[ It seemed the sensible thing to do, instead of plodding through the whole meal and pretending that their thoughts weren't elsewhere. They can keep the leftovers as a snack for later, but right now, all Arthur wants is the other snack right in front of him.
He'd half-resigned himself to just leaving the drinks behind, but then G'raha up and chugs his, startling a laugh out of Arthur.
Yeah, sure, why not? A bit of liquid courage for what's to come. (Though, he's certain they'll be fine.) He tips his own glass back, downing the rest of the contents, and then he's grabbing G'raha by the hand to tug him across the beach to where the For'ard Cabins await. ]
[ They paid for it, right? Waste not! And it's actually that thought that finally hits G'raha as their feet hit the sand. ]
Oh, wait--payment?
[ Granted, he's not really slowing down because...it's Arthur. And despite his own code of honor, he would much rather put in an IOU at this point and render payment in the morning.
Gods, in the morning. Could he really go all night--
Ignore the flush. It's clearly the drink.
They pass others who are enjoying the breeze and the sunset, but G'raha's gaze keeps darting between Arthur and the cabins. He had been offered lodgings there as well, but he suspects they're going to Arthur's room. Twelve, he wants to go to Arthur's room. He can still fondly recall the time spent sharing dinner with their comrades back at the Annex--but it had still been Arthur's then. And that made it even more special. ]
[ By which, he means he tried to pay when he requested a bag to put everything in and was told not to worry about it, to the surprise of absolutely no one. For once in his life, Arthur didn’t feel like arguing the matter.
Arthur doesn’t notice G’raha turning red, but that’s only because he has his gaze set squarely ahead at their destination. If he turns to look at him now, the last of his willpower will surely crumble and he’ll make a scene right here on the docks. Thankfully, he does not turn around, and they make it to Arthur’s room without incident – though the moment they are both inside and the door shut behind them, all bets are off.
Their food is left on the nearest flat surface as Arthur turns to crowd into G’raha’s space, backing him against the cabin door. One hand comes up to alight on the miqo’te’s chin, tipping his head up. ]
I do not think you fully understand how much I want you.
[ Of course it's taken care of. Arthur is so good at everything he does, including sneakily taking care of the bill. One less thing to worry about, which only means that G'raha will have to treat him next time.
He doesn't even have a moment to take in all that is Arthur's room--his home away from home for the past few months. No matter how curious he is, all that matters about is that it's Arthur's and the man himself quickly takes up every bit of G'raha's field of vision. His back hits the door as he gazes upwards, his tail thumping against the hollow wood. ]
Oh...
[ He swallows, but he's smiling, boldly putting one hand at the small of Arthur's back. ]
If it's but an onze of how much I desire you, then I may.
[ There's just a short moment of consideration before he reaches out to cup the other man's face and pushes upwards onto his toes to try and steal Arthur's lips in a kiss. ]
[ Arthur is already starting to bend to meet him when G’raha gets up on his toes, and there is an undeniable eagerness in the way Arthur kisses him, lips parting nearly instantly to seek to take the kiss deeper.
He’s trying his very best not to be too much too quickly, but hells, they had all that time on the beach to let their imaginations run wild, it’s proving a difficult task. Arthur’s whole world has narrowed to the man in front of him, how he smells, how he tastes, the delightful softness of his lips.
[ An eagerness that is returned tenfold. G'raha's eyes fall shut as he allows the touch, the taste, and the scent of Arthur to be his North Star. He wants nothing more than to consume and to be consumed, his wildest fantasies all fleeing in the face of this perfect reality.
There's barely a moment of hesitation before G'raha parts his lips, aiming to meet Arthur's tongue with his own. Gods, it's been such a long time since he was this close to someone. He's only hoping that his now twenty-something year-old body remembers the dance moves better than his century-old mind.
His heart, thankfully, meets somewhere in the middle, pushing back against most of his worries with the simple fact that he would stumble upwards to meet Arthur on any plane. He grips the back of Arthur's shirt, both to give himself something to hold onto and to boldly hitch it up one entire ilm. Too soon? ]
[ Please, if anything, Arthur wishes G’raha would hurry up and strip him faster. Though, he does understand that his boyfriend is a century and some change out of practice, so he’s trying his best to let G’raha set the pace.
But that doesn’t mean he can’t give him a little encouragement.
Loath as he is to break their kiss, especially since they’ve just begun to taste one another, he does, pulling away only slightly. Blue eyes sweep over G’raha’s face, slightly luminous in the shadow cast by their closeness. The only trace of what the Light of the First had done to him. ]
Please… explore me however you like. I want to feel your hands on me.
[ He ducks in to resume their kiss, though pauses just long enough to add as almost an afterthought, ]
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...My apologies.
[ Except G'raha doesn't sound too sorry, mostly just sheepish as he gives Arthur a little more space under the table. He slurps loudly on his fruity drink. ]
I may be a little overeager.
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Ah, to hells with it. ]
… Wait here.
[ He offers no explanation as he rises from his seat, dipping back into the restaurant proper to exchange a few words with the proprietor. Arthur comes back a moment later with a small brown bag and a bit of waxed paper to wrap their food in. ]
We are taking the rest of this to go.
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G'raha puts the drink back down and turns in his chair, following Arthur to the counter--and then is filled with instant relief when he sees what his boyfriend is coming back with. Relief mixed with that growing excitement. Overeager is really only the beginning. ]
Are we?
[ Though he asks, G'raha is already up out of his seat and grabbing a few plates to start stowing away the food. ]
I'm certain this will be just as delicious later.
[ For what it's worth, G'raha does try to help package things appropriately, though he realizes rather quickly that the drinks likely can't come with. So he does the only logical thing one can do in this situation--
He chugs it. ]
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He'd half-resigned himself to just leaving the drinks behind, but then G'raha up and chugs his, startling a laugh out of Arthur.
Yeah, sure, why not? A bit of liquid courage for what's to come. (Though, he's certain they'll be fine.) He tips his own glass back, downing the rest of the contents, and then he's grabbing G'raha by the hand to tug him across the beach to where the For'ard Cabins await. ]
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Oh, wait--payment?
[ Granted, he's not really slowing down because...it's Arthur. And despite his own code of honor, he would much rather put in an IOU at this point and render payment in the morning.
Gods, in the morning. Could he really go all night--
Ignore the flush. It's clearly the drink.
They pass others who are enjoying the breeze and the sunset, but G'raha's gaze keeps darting between Arthur and the cabins. He had been offered lodgings there as well, but he suspects they're going to Arthur's room. Twelve, he wants to go to Arthur's room. He can still fondly recall the time spent sharing dinner with their comrades back at the Annex--but it had still been Arthur's then. And that made it even more special. ]
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[ By which, he means he tried to pay when he requested a bag to put everything in and was told not to worry about it, to the surprise of absolutely no one. For once in his life, Arthur didn’t feel like arguing the matter.
Arthur doesn’t notice G’raha turning red, but that’s only because he has his gaze set squarely ahead at their destination. If he turns to look at him now, the last of his willpower will surely crumble and he’ll make a scene right here on the docks. Thankfully, he does not turn around, and they make it to Arthur’s room without incident – though the moment they are both inside and the door shut behind them, all bets are off.
Their food is left on the nearest flat surface as Arthur turns to crowd into G’raha’s space, backing him against the cabin door. One hand comes up to alight on the miqo’te’s chin, tipping his head up. ]
I do not think you fully understand how much I want you.
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He doesn't even have a moment to take in all that is Arthur's room--his home away from home for the past few months. No matter how curious he is, all that matters about is that it's Arthur's and the man himself quickly takes up every bit of G'raha's field of vision. His back hits the door as he gazes upwards, his tail thumping against the hollow wood. ]
Oh...
[ He swallows, but he's smiling, boldly putting one hand at the small of Arthur's back. ]
If it's but an onze of how much I desire you, then I may.
[ There's just a short moment of consideration before he reaches out to cup the other man's face and pushes upwards onto his toes to try and steal Arthur's lips in a kiss. ]
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He’s trying his very best not to be too much too quickly, but hells, they had all that time on the beach to let their imaginations run wild, it’s proving a difficult task. Arthur’s whole world has narrowed to the man in front of him, how he smells, how he tastes, the delightful softness of his lips.
Gods, he really should have done this sooner. ]
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There's barely a moment of hesitation before G'raha parts his lips, aiming to meet Arthur's tongue with his own. Gods, it's been such a long time since he was this close to someone. He's only hoping that his now twenty-something year-old body remembers the dance moves better than his century-old mind.
His heart, thankfully, meets somewhere in the middle, pushing back against most of his worries with the simple fact that he would stumble upwards to meet Arthur on any plane. He grips the back of Arthur's shirt, both to give himself something to hold onto and to boldly hitch it up one entire ilm. Too soon? ]
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But that doesn’t mean he can’t give him a little encouragement.
Loath as he is to break their kiss, especially since they’ve just begun to taste one another, he does, pulling away only slightly. Blue eyes sweep over G’raha’s face, slightly luminous in the shadow cast by their closeness. The only trace of what the Light of the First had done to him. ]
Please… explore me however you like. I want to feel your hands on me.
[ He ducks in to resume their kiss, though pauses just long enough to add as almost an afterthought, ]
My darling.