pontmercyfriend | It's the bough we break to blow away. [Backdated to 4/2/16]

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It's the bough we break to blow away. [Backdated to 4/2/16]

In spite of their conversations wanting to plan a weekend getaway for themselves, Marius jumps at the chance to get out of the city with Rat following the Founder's Day celebrations. Marius calls Courfeyrac to arrange for the care of their cats and mice; they hail a taxi, winding up at a hotel in the countryside: a quaint, luxurious establishment with an artistically designed pool arranged to blend in with the forest around the hotel, a charming restaurant with a lilac theme, and a cellar where they craft their own beer.

Marius finds them a room with an obscenely-sized bed and a balcony overlooking both the pool and the nature beyond. The atmosphere proves even more alluring with the mixed fragrances of newly blossoming flowers, the scent of wisteria particularly strong.

This vacation is entirely indulgent; they make their way to their room without even stopping in the restaurant. They barely drop their bags on the floor before they're falling into bed together, clothes and limbs tangling together in knots as they give into their passion. They pause only once to order room service.

Eventually, Marius falls asleep, though he doesn't remember the exact moment he does so. The next time he opens his eyes, the sun is filtering through the window, casting the room in a golden light. He stretches, his naked body shifting against the sheets. Marius' eyes open more fully and he glances down at his chest, which tightens as his gaze saunters down the rest of his body.

"Merde!" He swears in a soft voice as he flails and falls off the bed, sheets partly still entwined around him.

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That strangled noise runs right through him; the way Rat arches towards the ceiling sends shivers down his spine. Marius watches Rat come undone, gaze brightened with his own intense yearning and the aftermath of his own pleasure. He moves his hand to guide his lover through that pulse that echoes in his own body, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

"You too," he manages to breathe out, smiling. He pulls Rat forward and turns so that they are both laying side by side again, snuggling up to him and stealing as many kisses as he can get away with in the process.

Marius' hair has come loose from all his writhing; it falls forward over his shoulder and he giggles. "All things considered, this has been a pretty wondrous weekend so far," he says, nuzzling against Rat's neck.

Rat groans and kisses Marius where he can, dazed and thrilled. "There are worse ways to make up," he says. Shamelessly, Rat flops his new, slighter body into the mattress next to Marius and wraps around him now.

As he settles, Rat hears a tiny rumble and realizes it's from his own stomach.

"God," he says, not actually sorry. "We better feed ourselves."

Marius delights in each kiss, unable to keep the ridiculous grin off his face. "Definitely worse ways," he agrees, giggling breathlessly as he flops with Rat and settle together once again. He brings a hand to gently caress the side of his face, leaning in close to breathe him in.

Marius' own stomach provides Rat's grumbling with an answer of its own.

"Probably a wise idea," he agrees with a nod. He realizes then that he could probably consume an entire ice cream sundae, or something akin to it, by himself. "Room service? Or would you like to go out?"

Marius already knows what he prefers, but he'll do whatever Rat wants.

"I want to stay right here," Rat says, reaching lazily for the menu. In his own body, it would be an easy reach but he finds his arm stopping short now. He's too small in his body to do anything more than to make a pantomime of struggling before dropping into the mattress again and giving up. "You get it."

Rolling to his side a little, Rat is slightly more successful in the effort of sitting up and looking towards the bathroom. "If I shower, you better not follow me in. We'll never get out." His tone is stern but his expression is wicked as he says that.

"That makes two of us, then," Marius says in agreement, his French accent flaring up a bit. He watches Rat with obvious amusement, the corners of his mouth twitching as he reaches for the menu and passes it to his lover. "As you wish." He blows away stray strands of red hair as he laughs.

He isn't as successful as Rat in his attempt to sit up; he makes an effort before falling back against the mattress. "Is that an invitation?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow. "Because I was considering the tub, myself. Much more...room."

Edited 2016-05-11 00:30 (UTC)

"It probably shouldn't be." They can't have been awake for more than an hour and they already can't keep their hands off one another. Introduce steam, hot water, and fragrant soap and they may forget to eat entirely but with those options he can't convince himself to mind.

Hell, Rat could eat Marius up right now, but they do need to wash up and keep from scandalizing the service.

"No, we probably should attempt to make ourselves decent, shouldn't we?" Marius sighs, letting sensibility cloud his words, much as he doesn't want it to. They both do need to eat, if for nothing else, to keep up their stamina. And after the delights of both the past night and this morning, Marius knows they both could use a good wash.

He rolls over with a groan, moving to sit up and place his feet on the ground. He stands up, wobbling. Images fill his mind like steam from the shower Rat's mentioned; the perfume of soap and warm water running over entwined bodies, hands pressing desperately against glass.

He sighs again, feels it shuddering through his body. He shakes his head, his long, red hair flying out as he does so. "We should attempt productivity I suppose."

Rat catches that expression on Marius' face and he smiles wickedly. Good to know they're both thinking the same thing. What a pity it would be if they'd woken up like this and one of them had been too perturbed to enjoy this.

"I can always wait here while you wash up," he teases. "Remove the temptation entirely." It won't work because they're both too good at giving in to temptation but they can pretend. In almost all aspects of his life, Rat has been disciplined as a means of survival. Except in love.

Flipping through the menu, Rat shakes his head. "All of this room service is overpriced. Let's get something ridiculous and indulgent." It is, after all, their personal celebration.

Marius doesn't miss that wicked curve of a smile on Rat's face, echoing the curves of his own wicked thoughts. He chews thoughtfully on his lip as the corners of his mouth quirk upwards and a light blush spreads across his cheeks like the rising dawn. They've already spent so much time wrapped with in and around each other's skin. But then, what better way to spend their getaway?

Urged on by a sudden spark of a feeling, Marius turns to face Rat, twirling some of his long, red hair around one of his fingers as he stands fully naked in front of his lover. "What a saint you are," he teases, eyes bright. "Perhaps I'll follow your saintly example and pray in the water. All by myself." His voice wavers a bit but his tone lingers, suggesting the exact opposite of his words as he takes a few steps backwards, towards the tub.

His own stomach growls a moment later, and Marius giggles. "We should get waffles," he says. "And every kind of ridiculous food that will likely give us heart attacks."

Edited 2016-05-13 02:00 (UTC)

"If you do that, I'll deny you breakfast while you study at penance," Rat says, turning Marius' own arch language against him. As if he can manage any of the sacred among the profane right now. Rat has made no bones about his general lack of faith, though he does little to needle Marius about his. That doesn't change the fact that he knows what will be happening.

"All the more reason for me to be patient and wait my turn." Snuggling into the comforter, Rat puts on an angelic expression and then goes back to browsing the menu. "Let me take care of the food for this weekend?" He thinks it's an even enough trade if one of them covers the bulk of the hotel fare and the other all the delightful amenities.

"Waffles, bacon, sausage, omelet, muffins of all description. Coffee."

"You wouldn't," Marius protests, crossing his arms over his now bountiful chest. Truth be told, he really could use a chance just to wash up; he really does want to savor the luxury of relishing a hot bath. But he also knows such an experience will prove so much better shared.

That brief flash of an angelic expression on Rat's face makes Marius snort. "Your acting is as good as ever," he says, though he moves to sprawl on the end of the bed, watching Rat where he snuggles into the blankets.

"Sure," Marius agrees. "And I'll cover the hotel, then." It only seems right, for them to split the costs of this weekend that belongs to the both of them.

"God yes," he sighs, his stomach growling again at the mere mention of the food. "Shall we just order one of everything off the menu and gorge ourselves?"

"Go shower. I'll order and take my turn," Rat says. He favors Marius with a brief, chaste kiss and then makes an attempt of shooing him off again when Marius only makes it to the edge of the bed. "I'll make you coffee."

Carefully turning his back to Marius, Rat picks up the phone and puts on his most authoritative and imperious voice. He orders everything on the menu and assures the staff that they have, indeed, heard correctly and he will be having one of everything. His credit card will check out in good order and there's a tip to be had if they just stop asking questions.

When he turns back, hanging up the phone, Rat smiles.

"If you insist," Marius says, pouting just a bit. He smiles into that kiss before stealing another brief, chaste one, and manages to roll himself off the bed. "I am holding you to that promise of coffee."

He stretches a bit while he watches Rat order the food; he struggles not to laugh, and fails.

"I'm sure you just made a new best friend there," he teases as he turns on the tub, letting the water fill. He should be practical and shower, but then again, what is the point of vacation if not to be impractical and indulgent? He prefers baths to showers anyways.

"The shower's free," Marius says cheekily, sinking into the warmth of the water with a sigh. He reaches over for the shampoo and begins rubbing it into his long hair, delighting in the silky feel of it.

"You're awful," Rat says, bending for another kiss. He sits at the edge of the tub and massages it into Marius' scalp, playing the handmaiden as he helps rinse it out.

The tub really is huge.

Resolving to at least attempt to be good, Rat gives into the first level of temptation and swings his legs over to join Marius in the hot water. The heat makes him flush and he sinks in and sits next to Marius, head resting on his shoulder in a gently platonic gesture.

"I love you," he says, feeling the need to remind him.

"Oui, quite," Marius agrees, grinning into that kiss. He sighs when Rat takes over rubbing the shampoo into his hair, leaning back into his touch as water mixes with floral-scented shampoo. "And yet, I don't hear you complaining."

He lets his legs unfurl in the vast space of the tub, his body fully unwinding. God, but the warm water and Rat's presence feels so damned good.

He turns and grins as Rat sinks in beside him, savoring the sight of the flush on his face. Marius leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you too," Marius says, voice breathy with the weight of all the feeling he places behind the words. He leans his head against Rat's, bringing an arm to wrap around his shoulders.

"This was the best idea," he says, referring to the whole vacation.

"It really was." He relaxes in the warm water and closes his eyes, making no move to do anything untoward. It isn't from a lack of interest but because he's too caught up in the simple, contented pleasure of sitting quietly in warmth next to someone who's been stubborn and loving enough to get past Rat's many walls.

Sighing happily, he extracts himself only long enough to lean backward in the water and wet his hair, fumbling for the discarded shampoo.

"I think I still know how to do a crown braid," he says, idly picking up a loose strange of Marius' hair. Floating freely around him, Rat gets the impression of molten lava.

Marius lets out another sigh, sliding further down in the tub and simply savoring the luxury surrounding him; his lover and the fragrant warmth of the bath are all he really needs in this moment. Not that he hasn't enjoyed their many romps this morning, but he also really enjoys quiet, content moments such as these: holding his lover without either of them having any place to be. Simply being together with the one he loves.

"Here," he says, reaching for the shampoo and beginning to rub it into Rat's short hair. "Let me."

He massages the liquid into Rat's dark locks, letting warm water seep between the strands as he does so. This is such a perfect closeness; Marius knows he will never tire of it.

"That sounds lovely," Marius contemplates.

Rat sighs contently and closes his eyes, letting Marius soothe at his hair. It's a simple gesture and one which he'd like to do more often if only their bathtub at home was large enough to recreate the experience on a regular basis. "I still don't trust this is real sometimes," he admits.

He doesn't talk about the way he doesn't think he deserves it or the simple fact that he should be too monstrous for someone like Marius. His lover knows those things already, even if Rat suppresses them.

"We'll see if I have enough hairpins and ties in my bag," he says, amused. "My hair is too short for it anyway."

Marius soothes his hands through Rat's hair and slowly inhales, breathing in his lover. Bathing like this makes him consider the possibility of finding a larger bathtub for themselves at their apartment, if only to indulge in moments like this more often.

Rat doesn't often vocalize his doubts, though Marius knows he thinks them, all the same. He leans in to press a gentle, assuring kiss first to Rat's temple and then to his cheek. Finally, he pulls him in for a soft, loving kiss to his lips. "It's a vulnerable situation," he admits. "Either of us could disappear at any moment. But this is real, I promise." He caresses Rat's face before nuzzling him, settling his face against that of his lover.

"I've never had the experience of wearing my hair up before," he ponders, smiling.

Rat indulges in the kisses and keeps close to Marius. As close as he can and so frightfully in love. "This place should make me more afraid of the ephemeral, if anything," he muses. Yet, here they are, clinging to one another more fiercely for it. They've loved and lost before and in Darrow and now that they have it again, they don't dare pull away.

When Marius changes the subject more firmly to his hair, Rat nods and finger combs Marius' long, long hair. "It would have taken years to grow your hair this long. You'd have had to be patient."

Marius grins into the kisses, savoring the closeness and the warm water cocooning them. He lets out a breath and feels his soul unwind. "I suppose it should make me afraid, too," he agrees. "But really, even with everything this city has pulled, I feel quite happy."

He moves one hand to reach for Rat's, entwining their fingers together, as firm and sturdy as unspoken memory. "I admit, patience is not one of my strong suits," he says ruefully, giggling a bit. He sighs again and leans in as Rat combs through his hair.

"I should put you onstage if you're going to be so good at understating." Rat pulls their twined fingers to his mouth and kisses their knuckles. With great reluctance, he leans away, thinking he can hear a cart in the distance.

With a clear show of regret, Rat wraps himself in one of the robes provided and ties it tightly. He rescues his boxers from off the floor and squirms in them. It's with clothes on, rather than off, that Rat finds himself uncomfortably aware of the difference in bodies.

He's barely tied the robe when he hears a knock to the door.

Marius snorts, shaking his head. "Only put me on stage if you want to see how quickly I turn into a tomato. Or dive off the stage, into a poor, unsuspecting audience member." He sighs at the kisses, letting their gentleness wash right through him.

He watches Rat rise and wrap a robe around himself, leaving the tub, with a small, regretful noise. But then, he catches wind of what sounds like a cart, and so he, too, rises and follows after Rat in wrapping himself up in a robe.

Marius doesn't even bother with his own boxers when the knock comes. Shaking out his wet hair, he moves to answer it.

"Good morning," he says to the perplexed hotel employee behind the door, trying to smile cheerfully. "I do believe that is all of ours, thank you."

"Yes, we're the ones that ordered the smorgasbord," Rat says, putting on a bright smile that's designed to throw the hotel staffer utterly off-balance. "And yes, it's just for the two of us." He finds his jacket and pulls out his wallet, counting out the appropriate remunerations and a generous tip besides.

The poor man takes his gratuity and then begins loading up trays and trays of food onto the large table in their room. One by one, he stacks the lids so they can take in all the waffles, pancakes, sausages, bacon, potatoes, and omelets, with a continental platter of muffins and fruit on the side. He crowns it with a carafe of of coffee.

Still wearing his disarming smile, Rat thanks the man and waits for him to leave.

"Thank you," Marius says, helping the man unload their food and drinks, making space so that their own, personal feast can fit. He adds his own contribution to the generous tip just before the poor man flashes them an awkward-yet-grateful smile and all but bolts out of the room.

Marius whistles, glancing at the array of food splayed around them. His stomach grumbles and he has to focus to keep himself from drooling.

"Shall we then?" He asks, moving towards the coffee to pour them both a cup of it.

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