Reunion
SarahMc - catwoman@merseymail.com
Summary: short fluffy Bossuet/Joly. Huzzah!
I try to meet your eye as you sit at your desk, your glasses perched right at the tip of your nose, working on another page of medical theory. Eventually I cheat and cough to attract your attention. You look up and turn to smile at me. Your hair is mussed and your shirt crumpled but your eyes shine as they always do, no matter how ill you may be.
"More study?" I ask, reaching out to push your spectacles up for you. My hand is distracted on the way back and absently pushes a lock of hair into place before running downwards over your neck and leaving a trail of goose pimples.
"Not all of us can be gentlemen of leisure, Bossuet." your smile is warm as you take my old battered coat and drape it over your old battered chair, "Though I wish I could, I'm quite exhausted."
"Exhausted? Oh, you can do better than that, I'm sure. Are you sure you aren't coming down with the flu? Or maybe the plague?" The way your lip twitches is so very appealing, almost more attractive than your laugh if such a thing were possible. It must be since I'm willing to forfeit that laughter in exchange for a soft kiss. The moment is somewhat spoiled by my forehead knocking your glasses but you've always been patient with me when such problems arise, just as I cope with your many ailments.
"And how is Musichetta? You've taken good care of her, I trust?"
"Certainly. Ah, but she pines for you, Adrian. Are you one to let his mistress languish in the arms of some clumsy bald fool or will you take her back to your bed?"
Your eyes twinkle and this time you remember to remove your glasses before kissing me. Afterwards you smile thoughtfully and answer at last, "I'd really rather do both."
"Insatiable" I chide gently, "you're quite insatiable, my friend. Whatever happened to being exhausted?" You simply laugh and take my arm. Musichetta, I'm sure, will be very glad to see you again. I know I am.
SarahMc - catwoman@merseymail.com
Summary: short fluffy Bossuet/Joly. Huzzah!
I try to meet your eye as you sit at your desk, your glasses perched right at the tip of your nose, working on another page of medical theory. Eventually I cheat and cough to attract your attention. You look up and turn to smile at me. Your hair is mussed and your shirt crumpled but your eyes shine as they always do, no matter how ill you may be.
"More study?" I ask, reaching out to push your spectacles up for you. My hand is distracted on the way back and absently pushes a lock of hair into place before running downwards over your neck and leaving a trail of goose pimples.
"Not all of us can be gentlemen of leisure, Bossuet." your smile is warm as you take my old battered coat and drape it over your old battered chair, "Though I wish I could, I'm quite exhausted."
"Exhausted? Oh, you can do better than that, I'm sure. Are you sure you aren't coming down with the flu? Or maybe the plague?" The way your lip twitches is so very appealing, almost more attractive than your laugh if such a thing were possible. It must be since I'm willing to forfeit that laughter in exchange for a soft kiss. The moment is somewhat spoiled by my forehead knocking your glasses but you've always been patient with me when such problems arise, just as I cope with your many ailments.
"And how is Musichetta? You've taken good care of her, I trust?"
"Certainly. Ah, but she pines for you, Adrian. Are you one to let his mistress languish in the arms of some clumsy bald fool or will you take her back to your bed?"
Your eyes twinkle and this time you remember to remove your glasses before kissing me. Afterwards you smile thoughtfully and answer at last, "I'd really rather do both."
"Insatiable" I chide gently, "you're quite insatiable, my friend. Whatever happened to being exhausted?" You simply laugh and take my arm. Musichetta, I'm sure, will be very glad to see you again. I know I am.