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Location: The Cravat
Time: Out of time

Seeing Gabe and Jeannot emerging from within the closet with the cot, Watson took hold of the center section. "Do you mind if I assist you?" He asked, all calm British cordiality.


Jan. 25th, 2007 12:38 am (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head. "Only over you, aimé," he said, serious, and pulled away from Gabe. He bent down to pick up the bundle of bedclothes. "Come, then, let us dress our bed." He smiled at his love, the word 'our' giving him a thrill of happiness, so that he could almost forget his earlier worries and fears and the memories of a time long past.
Jan. 25th, 2007 01:54 am (UTC)
Gabe sighed as Jeannot moved away from him, wanting to stay close, though he had to admit that he was looking forward to curling up next to his love in a freshly made bed. "Oh," he said, remembering half the reason he'd left in the first place, "I found you a sketchbook and some pencils. They're in the bundle, somewhere, if you want them."
Jan. 25th, 2007 03:46 am (UTC)
Jeannot fairly lit up with happiness, and he unwrapped the bedclothes, quickly finding the sketchbook and pencils. He paged through the book, feeling the quality of the paper, and smiled. "Oh, that is beautiful," he murmured, delighted. "Thank you, aimé." He kissed Gabe's cheek gratefully, and set the book and pencils aside for the moment as he moved over to begin to make the bed.
Jan. 25th, 2007 04:06 am (UTC)
"It's nothing," Gabe replied, moving to the other side of the bed to help. "I would've taken the time to find charcoal, like you wanted, but I didn't want to be gone too long and then pencils were the first thing I spotted. I'm sure there's some in there, though." He smiled over the bed at Jeannot. "I can't remember the last time I had another pair of hands helping me make a bed. It must've been just before I got my own apartment."
Jan. 25th, 2007 04:14 am (UTC)
Jeannot tugged the first sheet into place, looking up again to smile at Gabe. "Your apartment in New York," he repeated, thoughtful. "Tell me about New York, chéri? You have met my friends now, and seen parts of my life. Is it very different from yours?" As a topic to distract him from the events of the day, he thought this would do nicely.
Jan. 25th, 2007 04:28 am (UTC)
"Quite different," Gabe said, smoothing the sheet thoughtfully. "So different I honestly don't know where to start. There's more people, and more kinds of people, and I think they're all slightly angrier." He laughed. "And there's cars, of course, so there's always a constant, underlying din from traffic and car-horns and then there's the smog, which I could describe forever, I think." He paused. "It sounds rather hellish, from that description, doesn't it?"
Jan. 25th, 2007 04:33 am (UTC)
Jeannot tilted his head to the side, considering. "It does, a bit," he decided. "But Paris has her moments of hellishness, as well. The riots, and--" He shivered and changed the subject quickly, busying himself with the cloth on the bed. "But what are cars, Gabe?" he asked, unfamiliar with the term.
Jan. 25th, 2007 04:49 am (UTC)
"I keep forgetting that you don't have those," Gabe said, and paused for a moment, considering how best to explain them. "Cars are like..." he started, but then stopped again. "Imagine a carriage that moves without horses and is steered from inside," he managed. "Though they are a bit more complex than I'm making them out to be. They come in all sorts of sizes and colours and brands and so on." He waved, dismissing all of those complexities. "No one uses horses, anymore, except for sport and, I suppose, on some old fashioned farms or tourist traps." He shrugged. "I don't own one. It's not really practical, in the City, and I honestly haven't driven in years. You don't forget, though. It's rather like riding a bike in that respect." He shrugged and lifted up on corner of the mattress to tuck everything firmly in.
Jan. 25th, 2007 05:02 am (UTC)
Jeannot was more puzzled than before, and he admitted as much. "It does not sound possible," he said. "Like-- magic, really. But I suppose machines and things are much different, by your time." He shook his head and picked up the pillows, tossing them onto the bed, then looked up and smiled across the completed bed at Gabe. He sat on top of the blankets, nearly as content as ever, with only a lingering guilt and sorrow at the loss of Alexandre to mar his happiness, and reached out a hand to Gabe to pull his lover down beside him. "Well, tell me of something I will understand," he urged. "Of your friends, and your café, and where you live."
Jan. 26th, 2007 02:53 am (UTC)
Gabe was quite happy to be pulled onto the bed and snuggled close to Jeannot, wrapping his arms around him. "Friends have been in short supply, lately," he said, slightly sadly. "They keep moving and, quite frankly, an alarming amount of them keep dying." He sighed and shifted even closer. "But my job is nice," he continued, trying to lighten the subject. "My boss, Meg, has had me working for her for a good three years now, and she's more a friend than anything else. And there's the regulars and everything, plus I just get to see interesting people come and go and don't have to do much." He yawned. "I usually work with Josh. He's, well... He's Joshy," he finished, lamely. "And as for where I live, my apartment isn't really much to look at. It's not really home, anyway." He smiled at Jeannot and kissed him softly. "You are."
Jan. 26th, 2007 03:45 am (UTC)
Jeannot held Gabe close, warmer now that he was in his love's arms again. "I am your home?" he repeated softly, awed by the trust Gabe placed in him. He moved a hand up to touch Gabe's cheek, meeting his eyes seriously. "Always, Gabe? Will you always love me?" he whispered, needing reassurance.
Jan. 26th, 2007 04:05 am (UTC)
"Always," Gabe replied without a moment's hesitation and leaned in to kiss his love gently. He pulled away after a moment and smiled at Jeannot, his eyes bright. "When I fall in love I don't just stop." He laughed. "It would've made the last few years much easier if I did."
Jan. 26th, 2007 04:29 am (UTC)
Jeannot smiled and rested his forehead against Gabe's, closing his eyes in contentment. "I know, mon amour," he said quietly. "I love you." It was as sincere as he'd ever been, and was silent, happy to do nothing but hold his love close. He was nearly asleep sitting up, but he didn't want to move away even for a moment, and so he stayed.
Jan. 26th, 2007 04:54 am (UTC)
"Love you too," Gabe murmured. He yawned softly, trying to stifle it as best he could and kissed Jeannot once more before pulling away. "We should sleep," he said, shifting to lie down on top of the freshly made bed, not bothering to burrow under the covers. He smiled up at Jeannot. "Come keep me warm," he said, rather sleepily, and tugged at his love's hand.
Jan. 26th, 2007 05:01 am (UTC)
Jeannot smiled and pulled back the blankets, trying to tug them out from under Gabe. "It will be warmer," he told Gabe. "I do not want to wake up shivering in the middle of the night, and so we go underneath the blankets, aimé." He kissed Gabe gently as recompense for moving him, and slid underneath the blankets, wrapping his arms around his lover. "You will sleep in your trousers?" he murmured, amused.
Jan. 26th, 2007 05:08 am (UTC)
Gabe slipped under the blankets, gratefully accepting Jeannot's kiss and nestling into his love's chest. "I don't want to move," he explained. He knew this wasn't a particularly good reason, but he didn't want to move away from Jeannot, if even for a moment to do something as simple as fully undressing.
Jan. 26th, 2007 05:22 am (UTC)
Jeannot kissed Gabe's cheek, sleepy and content, no longer thinking about all that had happened that morning. "Then don't move," he suggested, and wriggled into a better position, holding Gabe close. He lifted one hand to absently stroke Gabe's hair, very slowly and gently. "Sweet dreams," he murmured, and in another moment he was asleep.
Jan. 26th, 2007 05:33 am (UTC)
"Wasn't gonna," Gabe replied, mostly to himself, and sighed, his eyes finally fluttering closed. He listened to Jeannot's calm breathing for a few breaths, inhaling and exhaling in time with his love, before he was asleep as well.

((They're so ridiculously adorable when they do this.))
Jan. 26th, 2007 05:37 am (UTC)
((Oh, I know. I kind of want them to snuggle and go to sleep approximately three times a day for the rest of their lives. Would that work out, do you think?

Also... Sigerson, are you around? Do we want a new post for The Next Morning, or are your boys still up to something tonight?))
Jan. 26th, 2007 05:42 am (UTC)
((You know, that would work fairly well. When Gabe has someone to snuggle up and sleep with he does it whenever humanly possible. It should be noted that he will settle for simply snuggling up. The sleep isn't necessary, just an added bonus.))
Jan. 26th, 2007 05:48 am (UTC)
((Aww. Bliss. Jeannot adores snuggling almost as much as Chrétien does, so this works out well. ♥. I love these boys, you know.))
Jan. 26th, 2007 10:13 pm (UTC)
((Yeah, I think my boys are just settling down for a long night of listening to each other's breathing and arguing over who gets the cot. Will make new post momentarily.

Jan. 26th, 2007 11:21 pm (UTC)
((Gabe is shaking his head disapprovingly.

And was it one of those, 'No, you can have it.' 'No, you can.' etcetc arguments? Also, who won?))
Jan. 26th, 2007 11:24 pm (UTC)
((Holmes is sorry. He will try to do better next time.

It was. Holmes won.))
Jan. 26th, 2007 11:32 pm (UTC)
((Gabe is skeptical, but he appreciates the gesture. UST bothers him.

And does Holmes's victory mean that he convinced Watson to take the cot or that he got the cot? This is that problem with that sort of argument. Winning is rather subjective.))
(no subject) - simplysidhe - Jan. 26th, 2007 11:38 pm (UTC) - Expand


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