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[caipirinha]

my character gets into bed with yours, or vice versa;
what happens?
have you crawled under the covers for some friendly
cuddles, or are your intentions not so innocent?
are you planning some form of practical joke, or are
you just plain drunk?
maybe you just have no idea what's going on.

( adapted from the plurk meme! )

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[sweltry]

[There was a time when Fabien had no more care for his sexual partners as anything more than another in a long line of warm bodies. It was rare, back then, that he even stuck around - or let them stay - long enough to fall asleep. He wouldn't have considered himself heartless or cruel, but in comparison to the man he was now, he'd definitely been loveless. He's learnt the value of intimacy and care since then, learnt that pleasure isn't sacrificed for them, learnt that just sleeping with someone could be just as enjoyable as sex.

It's time with Eros that's given him these things, and if there's anyone presence in his bed that Fabien recognises, it's the god's. It's too familiar to wake him completely, though, and the most he does for a little while is slide his palm up along Eros' arm, settle with his hand warm on top of the god's against his chest. Sleepiness makes his accent thicker than usual when he does finally manage to summon some words, muffled into the pillow.]

Havin' trouble sleepin'?

[He knows it's probably the least likely of the many reasons Eros would climb into his bed, but he still asks, tries to be a good minder and take care of Eros where he can.]

[hugsandkisses]

Mmm, no. I just wanted to hold you.

[If there's one thing Eros can never be accused of it's mincing his words when it comes to his feelings and desires. Unlike so many of his fellow deities and mortals he very rarely finds himself wanting to be anything less than honest when it comes to matters of the heart. The question earns the minder a warm, loving kiss against the side of his neck, Eros' lips determined to sooth his lover back to sleep again if he's still tired.]

Sleep, Fabien. Rest. I'm here now.

[sweltry]

[It's not difficult to get Fabien to fall back asleep. He was naturally inclined to be lazy, but pushed himself to fill his days with work at the bar, responsibilities, lovers, Eros. He keeps up with everything, but when he needed to sleep, he really did need to. He does try, though, to hold onto awareness a little longer, but he hadn't woken all the way and Eros' presence and touch are soothing, warm and familiar. He manages to lace his fingers with the god's, murmuring,]

Always welcome.

[And then sleep takes him again.

He has no idea how long it is until he stirs awake again, but the room is much lighter and opening his eyes isn't quite so difficult. He shifts, turning over carefully, smiling sleepily when he sees Eros is still there.]