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Post by Micheia on Nov 9, 2005 18:05:31 GMT -5
Micheia's eyes softened as he heard his mate's words. Such passionate statements, that he couldn't help but feel more in-love with this man.
He slowly slid off the man's back and hugged his mate around the waist from behind. Resting his head sideways on the man's back, he pondered over what his mate had said.
Yeril was right... There were still so many things that they didn't know about each other, but it doesn't mean that they love each other less. To him as the days pass and the more things he discovered about his mate, the love that he has for the Mentsiquarian grows. And, as the blonde said, they have the rest of their lives to figure each other out...
And he couldn't be any happier for that.
One month... One month of a roller coaster ride through their relationship. It's only been one month and so much things had all ready happened.
Who would have thought that his visiting to his uncle on Sensaforia would end up like this? Finding his one and only, and being here by his side...
And even though during the month that passed, bad things had happened especially to him, he wouldn't exchange it for anything in this world. He would gladly endure the pain over and over as long as he knows that in the end his mate was there... by his side. Fussing and worrying over him, sweet kisses and geltle caress at night; and the undying love and loyalty of a man that would never have thought he would end up here, right now.
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Post by Yeril on Nov 9, 2005 18:22:40 GMT -5
Yeril turned around in Micheia's arms, wrapping his arms around the other as well. "So...Shall we go to bed the, o' sweet one of mine?" he asked, grinning.
He knew that it was pretty early for when they typically went to bed, but he was so excited about tomorrow! He wasn't really that tired though, but...It was always said that the faster one falls asleep, the faster the next day would come - Well, seem to come, at least.
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Post by Micheia on Nov 9, 2005 18:27:34 GMT -5
Micheia's shoulder shook with laughter. Yeril was forgetting that he was an empath and he could practically taste the older man's excitement. Excitement about what though... he didn't know. He hoped it was something good. "But I haven't even worked on the painting yet..." He pouted at his mate. What is it with him and cuddling? ((Bwahahaha! THREE pages... already! We're fast...  )) |
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Post by Yeril on Nov 9, 2005 18:43:59 GMT -5
Yeril sigh heavily. "Okay...Okay. If you really want to," he said. He could never stand it when his cute little mate pouted like that. It was so adorable that he couldn't resist giving in; not like he wanted to deny his mate anything anyways...
"...Hmmm..." He put a finger to his lips in thought for a minute; lightly tapping the appendage against his mouth before he suddenly smiling.
"I get to ask you questions then! Stupid little questions that I haven't asked or found out yet," he suggested. "Or we could go to bed..."
He tried to make it sound really tempting, but he wasn't sure it worked. He was only offering sleep, after all. It was not anything...indecent or whatever. Ever since the...incident several weeks ago, they hadn't done anything like that...seeing as how Micheia had been recovering and the poor boy had had issues for awhile whenever they started getting even somewhat intimate.
And until he got some sort of sign, he wasn't about to pull any moves.
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Post by Micheia on Nov 9, 2005 19:00:55 GMT -5
Micheia's crimson eyes shifted away from the man's gold ones. He bit his lip out of nervous habit and ran his hands up and down the taller man's biceps and arms. "I'll work on the painting first, okay..." He glanced up at the man again and gave him a small smile.
"And you could ask questions if you'd like then after that we go to bed, alright?" He stood up on his tippy-toes and chastely kissed his mate before moving to the easel and canvas that stood near the railings to start his work.
Tomorrow... Tomorrow he would give his mate what he's been waiting for. Tomorrow he would let go of the past and embrace his present and future. Tomorrow he would move on...
Micheia took a deep breath and slowly breathe it out, relaxing his tense muscles before starting to work.
Tomorrow...
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Post by Yeril on Nov 9, 2005 20:43:49 GMT -5
The time passed more quickly then it seemed like it had been going to. Yeril had watched the graceful strokes of color appear on the easel Micheia was working on. With each swipe, he saw more of the picture appear.
Soon it had made great progress and a picture covered it. All it needed was shading and a second going over for detail...At least, that's what his mate had mumbled about what had to be done when he had asked. He stood from where he had sat down on the floor and made his way over to the boy.
A yawn escaped him as he circled his arms around Micheia's shoulders. "Sleepy yet?" he asked, his gold eyes blurring slightly when he blinked.
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Post by Micheia on Nov 9, 2005 21:02:08 GMT -5
A chuckle escaped Micheia's lips. Even though it wasn't heard, he knew that the taller man behind him felt it. He put the brush inside a jar that was filled with turpentine and looped the very same hand on the nape of his mate's neck, massaging him there.
"Hhhmm... Sleepy, love?" He then placed his wooden palette on a side table and turned in the man's embrace. A playful smile crossed his lips and he smeared a small amount of yellow paint on the man's nose. "Very well then... To the bedroom it is..." He giggled at the look his mate gave him and he placed a chaste kiss on Yeril's lips.
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Post by Yeril on Nov 9, 2005 21:20:34 GMT -5
Yeril shook his head in amusement at his mate as the two slowly made their way inside. "Yeah...I'm a bit tired, but it was you I was asking about. You were the one actually doing something, after all," he said as they walked through a set of doors.
Along the way, his eyes couldn't help but try to cross themselves in an attempt to focus on the paint. He was getting dizzy by it, so he did the best thing he could come up with. It seemed like the perfect solution...
The blonde leaned down and nuzzled into Micheia's neck. "Sweetie...?" His tone was soft and slightly questioning before he pulled away. He looked down at his mate's neck and there was satisfaction in his voice as he triumphantly said, "You have paint on you neck."
He laughed at the look he got back and jogged down the hall towards their room, smiling.
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Post by Micheia on Nov 9, 2005 21:32:01 GMT -5
He pouted at that. "Evil!" But then he smiled and ran after his mate. You wanna play that way, huh? A wicked grin appeared on his face as the young teen dissapeared, replaced by a black leopard in its wake.
Running smoothly on the carpeted floor, he pounced on the man's back, before heading straight to their room. He heard a thud followed by an inaudicle 'oompf' as he ran.
He then stopped at the front of a door and turned back. Sitting on his hunches he stared at his disgruntled mate as he inwardly giggled while the beast before his mate, purred in amusement, its tail languidly swishing back and forth.
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Post by Yeril on Nov 9, 2005 21:41:59 GMT -5
Yeril frowned as he sat up. "That, my dear, is an illegal use of...of...of genetics," he said, sulking when he couldn't come up with a better way to word that. He blamed it on the sleepiness. He sat on the floor for a few minutes before he slowly stood.
He stepped over to the giant cat sitting in front of him and pet the creature on his head, smiling. "Aw...Such a pretty kitty," he said, chuckling as he made sure to scratch between his mate's ears.
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Post by Micheia on Nov 9, 2005 21:54:36 GMT -5
Micheia purred louder as his mate scratched his ear, one of the many similarities he had with the other Zercans. One of their weak spot was always, always behind their ears.
How long has it been since he last shape-shifted? Too long... Micheia thought as his mate continued to pet him. He licked the man's hand and fingers as he enjoyed the gentle caress.
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Post by Yeril on Nov 9, 2005 22:01:42 GMT -5
Yeril chuckled at the feeling. It was...weird, but he understood the sentiment so it didn't bother him much. He had only seen Micheia in this form once before. It was the day or so after they had first bonded and gone to walk in the flowers they had first met in.
As he said once to his mate, he again said, "Micheia, you're gorgeous beyond all belief." It was true, at least for the blonde. He loved his mate in all forms, would know him anywhere...
They were soulmates.
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Post by Micheia on Nov 10, 2005 7:05:39 GMT -5
Micheia shape shifted back to his humanoid form and looped his arms around his mate's neck. He gave the man a gentle kiss on his lips before looking straight into the eys that had captured him. "Am I, really?" He asked the blonde shyly.
Ever since the incident he had become quite insecure of himself especially in front of his mate, but the blonde had dashed his negativity time and time again and he was grateful beyond belief that the man wasn't disgusted by him. How that vile man used his body and released his essence within him.
He shuddered as the images flashed before his eyes and he tightly clung to his mate. He suddenly felt weak... and very afraid.
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Post by Yeril on Nov 11, 2005 21:44:08 GMT -5
Yeril's caring nature for his mate immediately took over and he began to gently thread his fingers through Micheia's hair. He kissed his forehead, all the while murmuring, "Yes, you're absolutely stunning, sweetie...Shh...It'll be fine...Shh..."
Slowly he rocked back and forth, trying to help calm the weak and fearful feeling inside him that he knew had to be from Micheia. The blonde began to hum as well; it was a sweet little lullaby of love he had heard on some planet he had visited. He cradled his little mate to him and tried to sooth the teen as best as he could.
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Post by Micheia on Nov 11, 2005 21:57:14 GMT -5
Tears pricked at the corners of Micheia's eyes as he dashed the images of the incedent weeks ago. He let the voice of his mate wash over him and send him into an eternal bliss of restful sleep. Physical and emotional tiredness finally taking its toll.
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