[OOC] Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

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Lucien felt himself be lifted off the ground, and then felt the edge of his bed against his knees. Naturally they both fell onto it, golden eyes now staring up at the Irishman who towered over him, He watched Faolan remove his shirt, eyes now finally able to fully appreciate Faolan's muscular form, hand beginning to trail down his chest as the Irishman came down for another kiss. The nephilim couldn't help but be hyper aware of the position of Faolan's as they trailed down his body. Seeing him struggle with the buttons on his shirt, Lucien let out a small chuckle before he quickly began to aid him, sensing his growing frustration.

"I'd rather the buttons be salvaged for another day." He said amusingly, shifting slightly to shrug the shirt off his shoulders before tossing it aside.

Both his arms wrapped around Faolan's shoulders once more, pulling him back down against him, feeling the heat of his body now directly against his own as he kissed the Irishman with increased intensity. Lucien could not get enough of him. He wanted more, and both his body and his eyes reflected that desire.

[FreckersFrog]

Faolan was becoming increasingly frustrated and distracted by the buttons on Lucien's shirt, and was almost relieved when the Frenchman broke the kiss to assist him. He chuckled back, feeling himself unable to keep the smile on his face at bay, and looked down at Lucien's nude upper-half as the man shrugged his shirt off and tossed it aside.

He looked down for a moment longer, savoring the sight of him as his pants became more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. Lucien was beautiful and so pure. For the first time in his life, he felt his touch not soiling the body of another. He felt as though Lucien were purifying him, and he felt so sure of himself, confident even though he was now in uncharted territory. Faolan had been intimate before, with women, only three times, but this was so much different than it had been back then. In the past he had felt awkward, unsure, and was definitely not as aroused as he was now. To him, although the world looked at this as wrong, he saw it as so truly right. How could something so pure and beautiful as love be looked at with such disgust? Faolan had been mired in a mountain of self-doubt for so long, that finally seeing the truth of what he was for the first time...it was so freeing. He knew of no other way to express this than to touch and be touched by Lucien.

He let the Frenchman pull him down into a kiss and collapsed on top of him, crushing Lucien's body to him with ferocity. His whole body was vibrating with desire; he could feel his fingers digging into the skin of Lucien's back as he thrust his tongue back into the Frenchman's mouth. Lucien yielded to his every whim and did not resist even when Faolan became a little rougher in his desire. This made Faolan feel powerful, in control, and only drove his desire further.

His free hand slid down Lucien's body toward his hip and his groin and the Irishman's fingers brushed against the zipper of Lucien's pants. The firmness he felt there started his body burning from the inside out. He wanted--no needed--to get out of his pants soon, it was beginning to be painful. He hooked a finger inside of Lucien's waistband and started working at the button of his pants.

And then stopped, suddenly, and pulled away from the kiss. He looked down at Lucien's face, into his golden eyes, and realized that he was still smiling, though not by choice. He searched Lucien's eyes for any hint of doubt, and though he saw his own desire mirrored there, he had to ask...

He cleared his throat, hovering over Lucien with one finger lingering behind the button on his waist band. "Is this...okay?" he asked, not sure how to actually say what he wanted to, but hoping that Lucien would understand.

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There had been a part of Lucien that had worried that Faolan might hold back because he was worried he might hurt him, but he was happy that it wasn't a problem. Long ago Lucien had tested his theory, after the 'incident,' and discovered that Faolan could not hurt him in his human form. Granted, there was not a single part of him that believed the Irishman ever would. He trusted him wholeheartedly, and even in this moment of vulnerability, he trusted Faolan to the point he was more than willing to give him control over his body. It added an entirely new level of thrill in the experience, especially when he felt the source of Faolan's own growing desire against his body.

Feeling Faolan's hand against his pants caused another moan to escape the Frenchman, his own arousal growing as he felt the Irishman's fingers within his waistband, but then their kiss was broken, causing the nephilim to open his eyes to look up at the Irishman, for a moment afraid he would stop. That worry immediately left him as he saw the smiling expression upon his face.

At his question, Lucien gave him a gentle smile. He reached up to place a hand on Faolan's cheek, before leaning up and placing a soft kiss upon his lips, and lowering himself back onto the bed. "Yes.. It's okay." He responded. Lucien was no fool, he knew exactly where this was going. Faolan's time away had left him too much time for him to lose himself in his thoughts.. to think back to what could have happened that night they had gotten drunk if Faolan hadn't stopped them. Now he knew, and there was not one part of him that was hesitant of going through with it. With that, he moved his hand to snake around the Irishman's neck before he pulled him back down for another passionate kiss.

Lucien gave himself completely to Faolan, body and soul, and the two of them continued to bask in the warmth of each other's embrace for the rest of the night.

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The next morning, Luicien woke up securely wrapped around Faolan's arms, even tighter than the first time they had spent the night on the same bed. His head rested upon the man's arm, and there legs were almost tangled with each other. He shifted slightly in the man's arms to get a better look at his face. The events of last night played through his head, and his cheeks reddened. He wasn't really embarrassed, even now he regretted nothing of what had happened last night. He had gotten to see new sides of Faolan, just as the man got to see new sides of him. There was the side of the Irishman that he had always believed to be gentle despite his appearance, but he had been able to see the other side of him too, the one that lacked control. Knowing it was his.. reactions that had invigorated the Irishman in that way.. It made Lucien happy. He was the happiest he had been in in a while, now knowing that he wouldn't have to repress his feelings for Faolan anymore. He felt.. complete, and he knew the void he had felt in his heart throughout Faolan's absence had now been filled.

Lucien looked at how peaceful Faolan looked in his sleep, and couldn't hold back a smile. Normally even the smallest motion would have woken the Irishman up, but it had been a very long night for both of them, and while he couldn't deny he felt a bit tired, physically he was fine, a bonus of being what he was. It was not common for the Lucien to awaken before Faolan, so he enjoyed the sight of it while he could, before he was eventually unable to stop himself before he leaned up and placed a soft kiss against the man's lips. While 'cute' was not one word one would usually use to describe the Irishman, he couldn't help but think that of him right now. He just couldn't help himself.

[FreckersFrog]

Lucien's "yes" and the soft kiss that preceded it were all the Irishman needed. This catapulted the two men into a night filled with passion, love, and their eventual release. Faolan had exhausted nearly all of his usually bottomless energy that night, wanting to be sure that Lucien received all of the pleasure that he could give him. Rapture was the closest word the Irishman could think of to describe the feeling of being able to be with Lucien in this way. The Frenchman had given himself fully to Faolan, and he had done the same in return. That night, they became fully each other's, and Faolan had never been happier.

He had been so drained, that he hadn't awoken once in the night. He slept deeply and fully, and didn't even awake with the sunrise as he usually did. He didn't feel Lucien move, or notice that he was being watched...he was so peacefully asleep that he barely realized when the Frenchman kissed him. He only noticed it because he had been craving it so badly, subconsciously, that the kiss broke the surface just enough to rouse him.

"Mmmm..." he moaned, another unbidden smile appearing on his lips. Slowly, his long eyelashes fluttered open and his eyes fell upon the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Good mornin'," he said, his voice raspy and quiet, before he closed his eyes once more and tightened his grip around Lucien's waist. He knew that he should be waking now, getting ready for the day, but the last thing he wanted to do was let the Nephilim go. He wanted to stay like this forever, in perfect warmth and happiness, surrounded by love and light.

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Lucien's smile widened as Faolan's eyes opened. Honestly he could openly admit that he loved seeing Faolan smile so naturally like this. It gave him a warm feeling in his chest seeing him so happy.

"Good morning. Sorry, I did not mean to wake you. I just couldn't help myself." He said a little amusingly, before reaching out and softly running a hand through the Irishman's hair. Glancing at the time, he knew that the time he'd usually try to get up to get ready for work was approaching, but honestly he held no interest in moving. He wanted to stay in Faolan's arms for as long as he could, and considering he worked everyday of the week by choice, it would be fine to call off one day.

The bookstore owner had told him he could at anytime, considering how much Lucien had been throwing himself into work lately. He still had to figure out what Faolan and him would be doing now, whether they'd be leaving soon or not. There were a lot of things to figure out, but right now Lucien didn't want to think about it. He wanted to focus and enjoy the moment he was in now, enjoying the tight embrace of the man he loved.

"I take it you slept well? Not even my movement woke you." He couldn't help but tease, knowing the Irishman hadn't actually gone back to sleep.

[FreckersFrog]

Faolan wanted to fall asleep again with Lucien wrapped in his arms, but knew that it would be impossible now that he was awake. His brain was alive with thoughts of the previous night's activities, and his face and chest grew flush with thinking about it. The sounds that Lucien had made, the way he made the Irishman feel, so confident and in control...it had been everything he never knew he needed. These thoughts were stirring a new desire in him, even though it had only been last night, he knew that his body would soon follow his mind in waking.

He let Lucien run his hand through his hair and moaned quietly in pleasure, nuzzling his face against Lucien's cool skin. He smelled like he always did...pure, fresh air...but no, now there was something different...an unfamiliar but familiar scent wafting from his skin and hair. He smelled sweet, like something from Faolan's childhood. Like sugar...with a bit of tartness underneath. Blackcurrant...that's what it was. Lucien smelled like sugared blackcurrent on a warm summer day in the field.

"Mmm..." he hummed at Lucien's next comment, eyes still closed. After a moment, he opened one to peer up at the Nephilim who smiled down on him. "Better'n I have in years...you really banjaxed me last night."

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At his response, Lucien could not help but let out a laugh. "Me? Shouldn't it be the other way around? I'm quite tired you know?" He joked, though by now he was feeling much more awake than before. Faolan felt.. different to him now. Less strained, more free. It was clear he was being a lot more relaxed and carefree right now, which made Lucien quite happy. Things had changed, for the better.

"You know, I've always found it quite adorable when you get all red like this, what's running through your mind, hmm?" He teased, shifting his hand to move some strands of hair from Faolan's face.

Over the years he had learned that he actually did quite enjoy teasing the Irishman, even back when they were drinking he knew just what to say to get the man a little riled up, and he could tell Faolan was at least a little excited at the moment. He could feel it, but he was trying not to focus too much on it. He knew he'd have to get up soon, at least to get downstairs and make a quick telephone call to the bookstore, but not yet. He still had a bit of time until he had to.

[FreckersFrog]

The Irishman chuckled lightly at Lucien's comment. It was true that both of them had given their all last night, Faolan could tell that Lucien had been just as concerned about his pleasure as he had been about the Frenchman's. It was...nice, to say the least, to feel that his feelings were reciprocated fully. Although, only the Nephilim could match Faolan's energy level as well. The two had stayed up for a long while, in fact, he wasn't sure when they both collapsed and fell into unconsciousness.

Still with one eye open, Faolan looked up into Lucien's bright eyes and said, "I dunno, look pretty awake to me."

At the Frenchman's next comment, Faolan shook his head and closed his eyes, pretending that he was going back to sleep. Despite this attempt, he could still feel how red his cheeks were at the mention of his thoughts. He had Lucien here, so close to him, but he did not want to ruin the purity of this moment with any lustful action. Besides, he wasn't sure it was what Lucien wanted.

"I don't know what you're talking about...m'just hot." He squeezed Lucien a little tighter, pressing their bodies together again, and raised his chin so that it rested on top of the Nephilim's head. "See?" he asked playfully, the smile on his face transferring to his words.

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It was difficult to keep the smile from his lips as Faolan responded to him. There was just something about the way he looked up at him that made him look almost innocent, in a very adorable way, but he kept that thought to himself as Faolan tightened his grip on him. He wasn't wrong. The Irishman's body was incredibly hot, and not just in temperature. It could make the use of blankets almost unnecessary, but he quite preferred them at the moment.

"Hmm yes, quite.. hot." Lucien emphasized, moving his hand to place it on Faolan's chest, as if wanting to feel his temperature, not that he needed to touch him like this to do so.

"Though if that's the case, then I suppose you might want some space to.. cool down? I should probably head downstairs, I have to call the bookstore anyway, as much as I'd hate to pull away from you. It is quite comfortable." He said a little amusingly, knowing he had to head down eventually. It would be good to get it over with so their rest of the day could go uninterrupted, but it didn't mean he couldn't use this as a chance to tease Faolan a little.

[FreckersFrog]

Faolan felt himself shudder slightly as Lucien laid a hand on his chest, and he could not wish away the smile that had permanently plastered itself on his lips. He felt himself growing more and more excited by the moment as their contact continued. His grip inadvertently tightened on Lucien, knowing what he wanted but not sure how to ask for it.

At the Frenchman's next comment, Faolan opened his eyes and pulled Lucien in even tighter, so their chests were nearly flush together. "I'd like to see you try..." he said, half joking, half serious. The last thing he wanted to do was to let Lucien go...surely he didn't plan on going into work today? Faolan did not consider himself...needy or high maintenance, but he truly did not want Lucien to leave. The thought of being alone again after last night...it was unpleasant. It was so unlike him, but if Faolan had his way, the two would stay in bed together all day.

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At this, Lucien let out a laugh. It was very clear that Faolan did not want him to leave, even if he was trying to joke around with him.

”Well that’s not very fair is it? You’re much stronger than me.” He asked, though he didn’t think Faolan wouldn’t let him go if he really insisted. As he spoke, his hand trailed across the man’s chest before his arm curled around him to return the embrace he was being given. In this position, he could clearly hear Faolan’s heartbeat, which was steadily increasing, as was something else he could now clearly feel. Faolan’s excitement was beginning to affect his own.

”Perhaps I could be convinced to stay?” He asked, peering up at the Irishman with a sly smile on his face. He honestly did not need that much convincing.

[FreckersFrog]

"Mmm." Faolan hummed his response, relaxing slightly as he felt Lucien's arm snake around his rib cage and the smile on his face widened ever so slightly. Though Lucien was almost as tall as him, the Frenchman was more slender, and in this position they fit together perfectly. He turned his chin down slightly so he could smell Lucien's hair, breathing in the scent of fresh blackcurrant jam. It was intoxicating.

At Lucien's next comment, he looked down at him and raised an eyebrow, excitement growing as he sensed the Nephilim's intention. He was teasing him, and unfortunately for Faolan, it was working. He wanted to kiss him, but first he said, "Are you sure your da was an angel...? That look...it's not so virtuous, Lucien." And it was true, the Frenchman was looking at him almost hungrily. Though Faolan was physically stronger than him, no man could match Lucien's charm. Faolan had always been a sucker for it, but it was just now that he was realizing how powerful he was.

"Let's see what I can do about that..." he said, and pulled Lucien into a kiss. It was soft, like the one from last night that had spiraled into the events that lead them to this position, and he could feel himself smiling through it.

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Lucien chuckled. "Quite sure. The wings don't lie." He joked. Granted if someone asked him for any other form proof, he'd have no way of doing so, considering he had never met his father. The relic of his could be viewed as some other form of magic to someone who couldn't feel its divinity.

He could not deny that Faolan was bringing out a bit of.. mischievousness within him that he had never considered showing in the past. While the nephilim had been willing to joke around, he had never been this much of a tease until now.

"I guess you bring out a bit of mischief in me." He said, eyes sparkling with excitement. After all, Lucien was not only half angel, he was also half human. He didn't have to be virtuous all the time. Either way, the word was relative. The rest of his thoughts escaped him as Faolan pulled him into a kiss, he could not help but return the smile, kissing him back with equal gentleness, which very slowly increased in intensity. He pushed forward, with his left hand, aiming to push the Irishman onto his back. There was some initial playful resistance, but he felt Faolan give in, and he was then allowed to hover over the Irishman.

"I don't think you'll have to try very hard, I didn't actually want to leave." He added, before leaning down and closing the distance between their lips, and their bodies, once more.

[FreckersFrog]

Faolan was relieved and instantly gratified when he felt Lucien not only return his show of affection, but increase the passion of it tenfold. He tightened his grip around him even more, wanting to feel all of him at once. His fingers twined into the Frenchman's hair and he gripped it gently, but firmly. He broke the kiss but for a moment to plant a kiss on Lucien's cheek and then his neck as the Nephilim pushed against him. Sensing his intention, Faolan rolled onto his back and let Lucien take the power position above him. Seeing him like this was so exciting that Faolan could no longer hide his arousal. He growled quietly as he looked up at him, letting his eyes roam all over his lithe frame. The Irishman placed a hand on Lucien's chest and let it fall slowly, sliding over the muscles in his stomach before letting it rest on his hip. As he saw Lucien come down for another kiss, he rose to accept it, meeting the Nephilim halfway. They kissed again and again, each one more passionate than the last.

Faolan, his heart and mind so full of Lucien, pulled away for a moment to look into those golden eyes. His face was flushed and his chest was heaving, he could barely contain himself. There was a moment of silence and Faolan whispered, "Don't go..." before pulling Lucien down again to return to their kiss, this time letting his lips fall against the pulsing vein in Lucien's neck.

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There was something about this position that Lucien really enjoyed. Being able to look down at Faolan.. and see everything, from his flushed expression, those beautiful emerald eyes.. to the redness that tinged his body, he couldn't get enough of it. His own excitement only grew at the contact between them, with each kiss Lucien found himself wanting more, and as his golden eyes met Faolan's, he pressed himself closer to him, letting out a small moan at the contact of their bodies as he felt Faolan's lips at his neck. He enjoyed the feeling of his hot breath against his cool skin, but eventually pulled away, with plans to give Faolan a little pleasure of his own.

In his time at the bookstore he had ran across some of the more considered.. unsavory titles, but that hadn't really stopped Lucien from reading some of them. There were some that he believed should not be kept hidden away from the public, but what people considered appropriate was really varied. Either way, he was curious to see how Faolan would react to what he had in mind. It was.. exciting to think about.

"I'm not going anywhere.." He reassured.

Lustfully, his eyes trailed over the Irishman's body, before he leaned down to press his lips against Faolan's neck, placing a kiss there before he began to trail down to his collarbone, his hands sliding down the man's built form as he shifted his body to accommodate his new position. As he did so, Lucien lifted his gaze to meet Faolan's once more, his desire clearly reflected in his eyes.

[FreckersFrog]

Faolan let himself growl a little more loudly as he felt Lucien taking control of the situation. He had thought it would be much longer before the Frenchman was comfortable with this position of power. Faolan had been the one mostly in control last night, though Lucien had made it very clear that there would be two willing participants in every act. Though this was an all-together different feeling, Faolan did not find it unpleasant in the slightest. Seeing Lucien look so...dominant was something he never could have imagined before this moment. His arousal was almost too much to contain, but he held himself back, wanting to see what the Frenchman had in store.

He felt Lucien kiss his neck and almost grabbed him by the shoulders to hold him still, but the Frenchman began to move down his body. Each kiss was like a small electric shock, sending intense waves of pleasure out from where his lips made contact with Faolan's skin. He moaned again, louder this time, and gripped the sheet in his fist until his knuckles turned white.

As Lucien moved further down, Faolan felt himself snap out of the euphoria as a small amount of anxiety gripped his heart. As Lucien reached his waist, Faolan started and reached for him. He laid a hand on his shoulder and said, almost out of breath, "Lucien...you don't have to."

Although Faolan had never experienced this particular brand of pleasure, he knew what Lucien's intention was. It was clear in his face and in his eyes what he wanted to do. It wasn't necessarily that Faolan did not want this, it was more that he wanted to make sure this was something Lucien wanted to do, and did not feel the need to do simply to please him. He never wanted Lucien to feel manipulated or put out by anyone, himself least of all, but he knew that Lucien's desire to please others sometimes overshadowed his own needs. Faolan needed to make sure from here on out that there was unshakable equality between the two of them and maintain it at any cost.

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Lucien was quite alright with handing over power to Faolan in these circumstances, but he had found himself enjoying it when he was allowed to do the same. The Irishman was an incredibly strong person, who would normally not bend to anyone's will. Being given that power over him was a completely different feeling.

It made him feel special, that he was the only person who could make Faolan feel like this, the only one who could make him react in this way, and it was that desire to see more that brought him to his current position, unable to hold back a smile upon his lips as he heard Faolan's sounds of pleasure.

He found himself stopping however when Faolan placed a hand on his shoulder. His expression softened as he saw the anxiety that was reflected in his green eyes. He reached out and placed his hand on top of Faolan's and gave it a small reassuring squeeze, a more gentle smile upon his lips now.

"I know." He said, running his thumb over the man's hand. "But I want to." His tone was soft, still tinged with his previous desire, but it was genuine. He wanted to make sure Faolan knew he was alright with this. His words seemed to put Faolan at ease and allowed him to continue.

Lucien did not regret the choice he had made. The pleasurable sounds that escaped Faolan through this endeavor had only invigorated the Frenchman further, and after the deed was done, the two men could stop themselves from embracing each other once more, relishing in the bliss of each other's bodies until they were both satisfied.

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The two had eventually tired each other out. Lucien laid with his head on Faolan's chest, arm resting over the man's abdomen as they had pulled the blanket over themselves. A lot more time had passed than Lucien had thought. Faolan was half asleep, and his heartbeat was slow and calm, which Lucien found it quite peaceful to listen to. As much as he didn't want to move, he knew he still had to go make that phone call. Once that was out of the way.. well.. they could enjoy each other's company for the rest of the day.

He forced himself to sit up, and shifted slightly to press his lips against Faolan's cheek. "I'll be right back." He said quietly, before reluctantly slipping out of the bed. He decided to get himself cleaned up in the bath and changed into something simple, before leaving the room and heading downstairs to ask the landlord to use his telephone.

It took the Bookstore owner a few rings to answer.

"Mr. Bernard, it's Lucien. I apologize for not calling earlier, but I was hoping it would be alright if I took a day off today?" He asked.

"Lucien? Yes, of course. I was wondering where you were since you usually show up early. Feel free, you work too much if you ask me." He said.

At this, Lucien chuckled. "So I've heard. Thank you, Mr. Bernard." He added, before hanging up the phone. He was going to head back, but decided to give Marcel a phone call as well. He wasn't really inclined to leaving Faolan to go to work today. He did enjoy all this time he had spent with him today so far, but he still had a lot of things he wanted to talk to him about, and wanted to spend more of the day doing that. Marcel had been just as understanding, and with that done Lucien went to get the both of them breakfast. Luckily they weren't completely out yet.

Lucien returned to their room with their food and placed it on the table, before he walked back to the bed and reached out to place a hand gently on Faolan's cheek.

"Are you up for some breakfast? Or did I tire you out again?" He asked softly, a hint of amusement in his tone.

[FreckersFrog]

Faolan did feel reassured by the gentle pressure Lucien applied to his hand, and his mouth inadvertently twitched into a smile again. He couldn't help but smile now when he looked at Lucien now, and though part of him knew he probably looked foolish, the majority didn't care.

When all was said and done, Faolan did not regret allowing Lucien to continue his endeavor. These last twelve hours had been some of the moist pleasurable of the Irishman's life. Though even he had received offers for this particular act, he had never allowed them out of shame. There was no shame in this room, between himself and Lucien he had nothing to be guilty about, and the way that Lucien was making him feel now could only be described as pure rapture. He fully relaxed, leaving himself fully in Lucien's hands, and his mouth, and neither of them were willing to stop until the other was fully satisfied.

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Faolan was completely drained by the time they were finished. All his years of training had not prepared him for the physical toll that sex could have on his body. Although he was exhausted, it was a pleasant tiredness that he had not experienced in all his life. He was perfectly content to lie here with Lucien for the rest of the day, the rest of the week if he could.

He was half asleep, chest rising and falling slowly and rhythmically. He could feel Lucien's cool cheek against him, and was alerted when he moved to leave the room, but did not have the strength or the heart to stop him. "Mmm..." he hummed, eyes still closed, "Better be..." he said as Lucien slipped out of bed, and he drifted off to sleep.

It felt like seconds before Lucien returned, although Faolan could feel that he had spread his arms and legs out on the bed to take up all of the available space. He felt Lucien's hand, heard his voice, and smelled the bacon all at the same time. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open as his brain registered food, and his stomach growled in answer to Lucien's inquiry.

He nodded, then sat up, wobbling a bit as if he were dizzy. He chuckled quietly, then rubbed his forehead as he said, "I almost feel sloshed..." And it was true, his body was so thoroughly tired that he felt as though he were drunk. His head was swimming from the events of the night, and earlier this morning, his face was hot and red, his hands were slightly shaky, and he knew if he stood up his knees may be unsteady.

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Lucien chuckled at Faolan's response, quite enjoying getting to see his tired, sleepy expression. It was nice to see him so relaxed. "Not this time." He joked as Faolan grabbed hold of the sheet to wrap around his lower body as he rose to his feet. There was a small moment of unsteadiness there, which lead the Frenchman to place his arm around his waist, even if he knew the Irishman could steady himself well on his own.

"I thought I was the one who was supposed to be all shaky in the legs?" He couldn't help but joke, giving Faolan a small kiss on the cheek before letting him go. He was well aware that he didn't need the assistance to get to the table.

"I tried to get as many as your favorites as I could." He added as he made his way over to the table. He had moved more of books out of the way to make more space, and had moved his chair closer to Faolan's, instead of having it across the table.

[FreckersFrog]

Faolan could not wipe the smile from his face if he tried. Every touch from Lucien made him happy, he could feel the warmth in his chest growing with every moment they were together. He hoped it would never have the chance to fade.

He secured the sheet around his waist, but it still hung a bit loose, and made his way over to the table. His mouth began to water before he even had sight of the food. Lucien had known him long enough to realize that the more physical activity the Irishman partook in, the more food he could pack away. He had always been a big eater, even as a child, which owed to his larger-than-average size now. He was grateful that Lucien had taken him into account with the choosing of the items on the plate, but would have eaten anything at this point. His stomach growled audibly as he took a seat and began serving himself.

He filled a plate and paused as he held a strip of bacon to his lips, then glanced at Lucien. He looked at him for a moment, knowing that the half-smile that was there now would be there any time Lucien was near.

Lucien met his eyes and held them for a moment before smiling back and asking, "What, can't take your eyes off me?" playfully.

Faolan shrugged and said, "Guess not," before he began eating, watching Lucien for a moment longer before turning to his food. "Thank you," he added after he devoured the first strip of bacon.