xp_logs | feels so good when we kiss . . . nobody ever made me crazy like this . . .

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ABOUT. FUCKING. TIME.

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr is laying in bed. He's been anticipating and dreading the eventual talk with Warren, and hasn't been able to distract himself very well today. The few visits from people were nice, but there's no one around now. Unable to think of anything he wants to do, he's currently he's staring up at the ceiling.*

angelusworth: *Warren skipped out on Emma's class today to go into the city and waste time not thinking about Sam's poem. Waking up to read something so obviously about the one person he'd been trying to ignore his feelings for is not among Warren's favorite ways to start the day; it's tempered his mood and his behavior ever since. When he gets back to the mansion, he goes straight to their suite, ignoring all other students and staff, and stands silently in the small living room before taking a deep breath and crossing to Piotr's door. He leans his forehead against it, and hopes Piotr can hear him because he can barely raise his voice.* I'm home. May I . . . ?

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr snaps out of his reverie at the sound of Warren's voice. He wonders briefly why it sounds so soft.* Come in... *he sits up and back against his pillows, trying to ignore the horrible somersaults his stomach is performing right now.*

angelusworth: *opens the door and slips in quietly, and walks over to Piotr's bed. His eyes are down the entire time, and he probably looks both very windblown, and very tired. Without meeting Piotr's gaze, he sits on the edge of the bed, wings draped over either side of him, and leans forward with his elbows on his knees, and his face in his hands.*

piotr rasputin x: *just stares at Warren. This wasn't what he expected at all. He's so taken aback, he doesn't move for a long moment. Finally he manages something, in a soft voice* Warren... why will you not look at me? *he reaches out to touch Warren's arm, he can't help it*

angelusworth: *raises his face up enough to rest his jaw on his fists, and stares blankly at the wall in front of him. When Piotr's hand touches his arm, he closes his eyes tightly, and drops one hand down on top of Piotr's.* Do . . . do you really want me to . . .?

piotr rasputin x: *looks utterly confused, and can't figure out this behavior at all. Why wouldn't he want Warren to look at him? He leans forward, and replies, his voice sounding slightly choked up* Yes! Do you hate me, Warren? Why would I not want you to look at me? *tries not to sound as distraught as he feels*

angelusworth: *whips his head around to look at Piotr. in the light coming in through the window, he can see thin tear tracks down Warren's cheeks.*You?! Why would I hate . . . jesus, no! *hangs his head and laughs, bitter, and chokes up a little.* I'm just . . . *swallows, and covers his face with his hands again* I'm so fucking SORRY, Piotr, for what I did this morning and if you want . . . if you're going to be . . . christ! Sam! If that's what you want, then you should . . . you should be with him, and I'll . . . I'll support you.

piotr rasputin x: *looks horrified at the tears, and moves fully across the bed until he's in front of Warren. He tries to hug him close, not caring if it's normal behavior or not. Mouth pressed to Warren's hair, he tries to reassure him* I am not mad.. it is okay.. it is. I was not mad, I was scared... god, I thought you would think I was bad.. and not want to be my friend, because... because... and Alison told me sometimes people say bad things when somebody likes.. the same, that word for a man liking a man. I do not want you to think I am gross, Warren.. please... I don't know why this happened.

angelusworth: *pulls one wing back along the bed so it's lying along Piotr's back, and holds Piotr tight with that arm.* Piotr, you're my best . . . you're, jesus, I could never hate you, I lo-- *chokes up again, and coughs loudly* . . . you're not gross, and I would never, ever say bad things about you . . . I'm just so . . . why him, Piotr? *he leans back, arm still around Piotr, and wipes his cheeks with the other hand.* Why . . . why Sam? Why not . . . just. Why him?

piotr rasputin x: *keeps ahold of Warren, just wanting to feel that he's here. He touches his face under the pretense that he's helping to dry his cheeks.* I am sorry.. I just.. I kept having these thoughts.. and I was scared, because I never had thoughts of a man like that. I asked Sam if he would please just kiss me one time because I wanted to know if I really would like to kiss a man and not a woman. And he said yes and that maybe he liked guys too, but he did not know either. I just.. I just thought that if I kissed him it would be okay, because we are friends. He is my friend, that is why him.

angelusworth: *softly* But, I'm your friend too. *swallows* And I . . . I would have, Piotr. *raises his hand hesitantly, and slides his fingers lightly along Piotr's jaw.*

piotr rasputin x: I know.. but you are my best friend, and I did not want to take the chance of you thinking bad of me. *cocks his head a bit, leaning toward the fingers* Warren... *takes a deep breath* you are the one... the one I... was having thoughts about. *looks away, embarrassed*

angelusworth: *his breath catches in his throat, and he leans his head forward and presses his lips softly against Piotr's. his mouth is wet, and a little chilly, and tastes of water and salt.*

piotr rasputin x: *is surprised for just a moment, and then without hesitation he returns the kiss. He kisses just as softly, tentatively, as if were he to press any harder Warren would disappear. He can't stop trembling, and he can't remember a time in his life when he was as happy as this.*

angelusworth: *pulls back enough to whisper against Piotr's lips* It's always been you . . . I thought you knew, and didn't want me, and I was going to stay away . . . I thought I had lost you, thought you didn't want me anymore . . .

piotr rasputin x: *whispers his reply likewise against Warren's lips, moving his hands, bringing one to rest at the back of Warren's neck, and the other to gently stroke his cheek* I did not know.. I didn't. I do want you, Warren, more than anything... *softly* I love you.

angelusworth: *swallows, and smiles softly. turns so he's facing Piotr more and slides one arm around his waist, and places his other hand on Piotr's chest, over his heart.* Well, now you know. *just as softly, but clearly* And I am so, SO glad. *leans forward and kisses Piotr again but with a little more pressure, tongue slipping out of his mouth and tracing Piotr's lower lip.*

piotr rasputin x: *briefly has a thought that the hand over his heart must be there to keep it inside, he's so happy. His own hands run through Warren's hair, and slowly down his back, because he wants to.. because he can. He makes a small noise at the kiss, and opens his mouth, wanting to taste.*

angelusworth: *murmurs with approval and opens his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue against Piotr's. the fingers on Piotr's chest tighten slightly into his t-shirt.*

piotr rasputin x: *shivers as their tongues touch, and slides his along Warren's. The tips of his fingers drag lazily down Warren's back, and he moans into his mouth. With a small inhaling breath, he slowly pulls back* Warren.. will you stay with me, stay here tonight? There is room on my bed...

angelusworth: *nods, eyes half-shut, and leans forward to bite gently at Piotr's lower lip.* Not going anywhere. Ever.

piotr rasputin x: *moves to return the favor to Warren's earlobe, and whispers softly.* Good.

angelusworth: *FADES TO BLACK, BECAUSE SOMETIMES, ROLE PLAYERS NEED TO SLEEP.*

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