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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. 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.))
Jan. 26th, 2007 11:38 pm (UTC)
((Watson got the cot. He wasn't sure if this meant he'd won or lost. Neither of them really got much sleep. Poor dears.

All right, new post. . .))


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