Paris and Dave: Reunion Part One
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rohansonIt's late when I finally get home. Funny that, only been here a couple of weeks, and it feels like the nearest thing I’ve had to a home in a long time. Guess that has a lot to do with who lives here.
I ache in places that should have made it obvious that Theo and Jay were more than just mates. I feel like such a shit, blurting out all that stuff about Theo, but how was I to know? Next time we talk, gonna clue him in on the concept of sharing. Next time. If there is a next time.
And that shift? Didn’t feel like the others. Passing through that intense light, the way Theo screamed in agony as he left and Jay falling to his knees at the same time? Course, I don’t exactly know what a “normal” shift is, but that felt different. Jay didn’t look too good when I left him, or rather when he slammed the door in my face and left me to hitch home. I suppose I should call him tomorrow, see how he is. Maybe by that time, I’ll know how Theo really is.
I shrug my jacket off, and leave it lying where it falls, my feet automatically heading towards the kitchen. A cold beer slides down so sweetly, and a second one is still in my hand as I head towards the shower. Oh God! The shower! The rest of my clothes litter my trail, and soon I’m standing under hot jets of water, and it’s the nearest thing I’ve come to heaven, even though it wasn’t this body that’s been stumbling and falling through Rohan these past few days.
My fingertips are starting to wrinkle by the time I finally step out and head for bed. Or rather head for the couch. Takes me a minute to remember I don’t sleep there any more. Or do I? I switch off the lights and head for the stairs. What if what we tasted before I left is gone? My breath hitches at the thought, and I really need to hold you and tell you I’m sorry for leaving. I need you to tell me everything is gonna be okay ...
I flop down on the bed, flicking on the bedside lamp, and curl up in the comforter, sighing. Dave, where are you? I start to drift off to sleep thinking of you ...
Dave: It was nice to spend some time with John and Hugo, really relaxing, and I think Hugo's dealing with things as best he can. It's after dark when I get home, and I get that same ache in my stomach as I push open the door, the one I've been getting more and more these past days. I keep hoping he'll have come back, but I'm starting to get used to having to shove that ache aside, I've had to do that so many times now.
I see a trail of clothes leading off towards the bathroom, and shake my head. Theo needs to learn to respect this place if he's going to wander back here now and then. I pick up a shirt from the hallway and go to drop it on the couch so he can deal with it. Odd, that, it's late, clothes are strewn, he's not sleeping there though... wait a minute. If he's got Jay up in my bed I swear I'm tossing him down the stairs.
I climb the stairs, and yeah, there he is, curled on my bed. But, hmm. No Jay. Puzzle pieces aren't fitting together right, why would he be up here alone? There's no way he'd be waiting for me, that woul--, wait. I look at him, the way he's curled up, something in the twist of his hand in the comforter. I've watched him sleep, memorized so many nuances of the way he moves, his quirks of touch and grasp. This isn't Theo.
Slowly, nearly crying with relief, I slide onto the bed and untangle your hand from the comforter, holding it tight between both of mine. I can't believe it. You're home. "Paris?"
Paris: I'm dreaming. I'm lying in Dave's bed, and hearing his voice, feeling his hand on mine .... slowly my eyes open, and I'm looking into bright blue ones. Your eyes. And for the first time in several days, I'm not dreaming. "Dave?" My voice sounds needy, but I don't care. I'm home, you’re here, and for now, that's all that matters. I smile softly at you, and pull you towards me, needing to feel you. "Dave. I'm so glad to be home." And I have to know, have to hear the words, although the look on his face is making it pretty clear how he feels to see me back. "Did you miss me?"
Dave: "Miss you?" I can barely get the words out over the lump in my throat, and then I'm wrapping my arms around you suddenly, pulling you up, leaning back against the headboard, holding you against my chest, bending to plant kisses all through your hair. "You scared me to death. I wasn't sure if I'd ever see you again." I tilt your head up so I can look at your face, I need to see those eyes right now, and what I see in them feels like what's in my own. "I haven't been quite right since you left. Welcome home." I'm wrapping my leg over yours, and almost have to laugh at myself. It's as if I'm trying to pin him here, keep him in my world, I don't want to let go of him, he's no ones but mine tonight. The wave of possesiveness I feel is shocking, and unexpected.
Paris: Your eyes shine as I look into them, and waves of emotion wash over me. I feel so wanted, gathered up in your arms like this, and have no desire to be anywhere else. Ever. After the past few days, I would quite happily stay in this bed for the rest of my life if I could. "I'm sorry I left like that. I knew you didn't want me to go ... but I had to." I sigh, and snuggle into you, not wanting to think of Theo or Jay or Middle Earth or Rohan right now. Looking up at you, I notice fading bruises around your eye, and reach out to brush my fingers over them. "What happened? And what does the other guy look like?" I try and keep my voice even, but I hate to think of you being hurt while I was away, if I had been here, no-one would have got close enough to do that!
Dave: The touch of your fingers on my face - I couldn't describe in a million years how they feel right now. I know it's just a simple touch, but then again, it's not. "Oh, believe me, you don't want to know what the other guy looks like. But he's gone, not coming back anytime soon. Um, we found Hugo the other day, had to scuffle a bit to free him, but he's home, safe." I don't mention that Hugo came home to an empty house, or who the other guy was, I'll tell you all you want to know later, but right now it's hard to think about anything but you. "What about you? And him? Did you do what you needed to do? Are you all right?" I tear my eyes from your face, and sweep my eyes over you. I almost laugh aloud at myself, hard to believe it's taken me till now to notice you're undressed. I don't see any obvious bruises or injuries, but the bedside lamp isn't very bright, and you're lying on your side. "Tell me - are you hurt?"
Paris: "I'm glad Hugo's safe, just wish I'd been around to help." And you ask about Theo, and I have to bite my lip. "He's ... not good. I lost the link when he went back. And there's other stuff we need to talk about, but later." I smile at your concern. "I'm fine, no injuries, but ..." It's a little weird thinking that Theo had a very physical relationship with Jay ... with my body! "Does Faramir, er have partners while he's here? it's just ... " I sit up, and pull my hair back, and show you the bite marks around my scar, and all over my neck. "This is freaking me out a little. And my knuckles hurt, like I'd punched someone, but Jay wasn't very forthcoming, and Theo ... Theo is nowhere to be found."
Dave: I reach to gently touch the marks, sucking in breath, silently cursing Theodred for... well, everything. He's been so irresponsible with our world, with Paris's body. I smooth your hair back, then lift your hand to my lips, kissing the knuckles, wondering what Theodred has put your body through while you were off trying to save him. Ungrateful bastard. I keep it all in check though, you don't need me ranting right now, you've been off in harsh conditions I'm sure, and come home to an ill-used body. "Faramir does, yes, and sometimes he gets out of hand too." I sit up next to you, and run my hands down your arms, "It's Jay he's with, right? They ran off together, the other day. I know you asked me to watch him, I found the note, but he's got a mind of his own, that one, and he wouldn't stay put. I didn't know if he was dead or alive half the time, and that meant I didn't know if you'd ever be able to come home." Those bites bother me more than I can tell you, and I lean to kiss them, kissing your neck, hoping I'm not hurting you more.
Paris: Your touch, your kiss, both make me feel almost cherished, and I can see by your face that Theo isn't your favourite person right now. "I've known him for long enough, should have realised he wouldn't be content to sit here and stay put." I feel this weird mixture of annoyance and worry about Theo right now, and we need to get a few things straight between us if he's gonna come back, that is if he can. Your lips move over my neck, over the skin made sensitive by Jay, and I shiver, letting out a gasp, the sensation running through me. My fingers thread through your hair, pulling your head gently back so I can look in your eyes, and finally brush my lips over yours again. "I'm so glad to be home."
Dave: The knot inside me relaxes a little then, I haven't wanted to admit my worries that Theodred would simply take you somewhere, make a life for himself without regard for you or me, or for whatever it is we'd started here with each other. Whatever it is between you and me means a hell of a lot, I'm realizing that right now, and maybe for that I should be grudgingly thanking Theodred. Sometimes you don't know how special someone is until they're taken from you. "I'm beyond glad you're home, Paris. Whatever you need right now, it's yours. Whatever you want. Just ask. I have a license to kill in pampering when it's needed. Just ask."
Paris: "Whatever I want? You may regret that statement!" I laugh, and it feels so good to do that, laugh with you, smile with you. "Can we order pizza in? I was starving back there, and can't shake the feeling. Oh, and ice cream??" I run my hand down your arm. "And lots of touching, holding, I need to feel as if I belong back in this body." Then I know exactly what I want. "Remember those backrubs that used to drive us both wild?" I can't quite believe the last one was only last week. "You wanna do a little laying on of hands after we eat?" I know I have this permanent grin on my face as I look at you, but don't care,I just feel so glad to be close to you again.
Dave: I join you in laughing, leaning to pull you close again in another hug, talking against your hair, lips brushing over the freshly washed strands as I speak. "Pizza - I'll call for it. Ice cream, I've got mocha chocolate and a strawberry chunky mess I've been afraid to try. Let's eat right here, bring all the food up to the bed, I like the loft right now." I realize I'm babbling, and laughing, and kissing your hair, and I try to slow down. "And I'll give you all the massages and backrubs you like, love, as much as you want, if it helps take the aches away. I want to do that for you." I sigh, and lean back enough to look at your smile. And I know I could stare at that all night long.
Paris: Every touch grounds me a lttle further back into myself, and I realise how much I missed your rambling. "Strawberry chunky stuff sounds great, and yeah, we'll eat here, I'd like that!" You're touching me, and kissing me, and laughing, and I can't remember anyone ever being as pleased to see me before! I smile at the offer of many backrubs, and then you say it, and I don't think you know that you said it, and I don't want to mention it in case you take it back, but it stops me in my tracks, and all I can do is look at you. It's been so long since anyone said that word to me, I'd forgotten what it felt like, and I don't want to read too much into it, you're so happy to see me, it could just have been a slip of the tongue. I reach out, and touch your face, running my finger down your cheek before kissing you softly. "Go order pizza, Dave."
Dave: I chide myself for getting so crazy there for a few minutes, but I couldn't help myself. I'm so glad you're home, I can literally feel the worries and weight of these past crazy weeks sliding off me. You're back. I can hold you and touch you and feed you ice cream from a spoon and lick any melted drops from your skin, I can rub the hurt from your muscles and soothe your broken skin with kisses and aloe, I know I have some aloe around here somewhere, we can fall asleep when we want to, wake up in each others arms... then you're talking to me, telling me in a tone I don't quite understand that I should go order pizza. I tilt my head to look at you, seeing something different in your eyes, and then with a smile push off of the bed to make that phone call.
I order two large pizzas, and ponder if we should have ice cream right now or after the food. I decide instead to grab a bottle of brandy and two glasses just before I head back up the stairs. A little brandy right now might be soothing, if you're aching from all your body's been through. The irony of why my bar is so depleted right now doesn't escape me. I want to help you relax, try to help undo what Theodred has allowed to be done during his time here. And I am determined to give you anything and everything you need tonight, and right up through the dawn if it's what you want from me.
I ache in places that should have made it obvious that Theo and Jay were more than just mates. I feel like such a shit, blurting out all that stuff about Theo, but how was I to know? Next time we talk, gonna clue him in on the concept of sharing. Next time. If there is a next time.
And that shift? Didn’t feel like the others. Passing through that intense light, the way Theo screamed in agony as he left and Jay falling to his knees at the same time? Course, I don’t exactly know what a “normal” shift is, but that felt different. Jay didn’t look too good when I left him, or rather when he slammed the door in my face and left me to hitch home. I suppose I should call him tomorrow, see how he is. Maybe by that time, I’ll know how Theo really is.
I shrug my jacket off, and leave it lying where it falls, my feet automatically heading towards the kitchen. A cold beer slides down so sweetly, and a second one is still in my hand as I head towards the shower. Oh God! The shower! The rest of my clothes litter my trail, and soon I’m standing under hot jets of water, and it’s the nearest thing I’ve come to heaven, even though it wasn’t this body that’s been stumbling and falling through Rohan these past few days.
My fingertips are starting to wrinkle by the time I finally step out and head for bed. Or rather head for the couch. Takes me a minute to remember I don’t sleep there any more. Or do I? I switch off the lights and head for the stairs. What if what we tasted before I left is gone? My breath hitches at the thought, and I really need to hold you and tell you I’m sorry for leaving. I need you to tell me everything is gonna be okay ...
I flop down on the bed, flicking on the bedside lamp, and curl up in the comforter, sighing. Dave, where are you? I start to drift off to sleep thinking of you ...
Dave: It was nice to spend some time with John and Hugo, really relaxing, and I think Hugo's dealing with things as best he can. It's after dark when I get home, and I get that same ache in my stomach as I push open the door, the one I've been getting more and more these past days. I keep hoping he'll have come back, but I'm starting to get used to having to shove that ache aside, I've had to do that so many times now.
I see a trail of clothes leading off towards the bathroom, and shake my head. Theo needs to learn to respect this place if he's going to wander back here now and then. I pick up a shirt from the hallway and go to drop it on the couch so he can deal with it. Odd, that, it's late, clothes are strewn, he's not sleeping there though... wait a minute. If he's got Jay up in my bed I swear I'm tossing him down the stairs.
I climb the stairs, and yeah, there he is, curled on my bed. But, hmm. No Jay. Puzzle pieces aren't fitting together right, why would he be up here alone? There's no way he'd be waiting for me, that woul--, wait. I look at him, the way he's curled up, something in the twist of his hand in the comforter. I've watched him sleep, memorized so many nuances of the way he moves, his quirks of touch and grasp. This isn't Theo.
Slowly, nearly crying with relief, I slide onto the bed and untangle your hand from the comforter, holding it tight between both of mine. I can't believe it. You're home. "Paris?"
Paris: I'm dreaming. I'm lying in Dave's bed, and hearing his voice, feeling his hand on mine .... slowly my eyes open, and I'm looking into bright blue ones. Your eyes. And for the first time in several days, I'm not dreaming. "Dave?" My voice sounds needy, but I don't care. I'm home, you’re here, and for now, that's all that matters. I smile softly at you, and pull you towards me, needing to feel you. "Dave. I'm so glad to be home." And I have to know, have to hear the words, although the look on his face is making it pretty clear how he feels to see me back. "Did you miss me?"
Dave: "Miss you?" I can barely get the words out over the lump in my throat, and then I'm wrapping my arms around you suddenly, pulling you up, leaning back against the headboard, holding you against my chest, bending to plant kisses all through your hair. "You scared me to death. I wasn't sure if I'd ever see you again." I tilt your head up so I can look at your face, I need to see those eyes right now, and what I see in them feels like what's in my own. "I haven't been quite right since you left. Welcome home." I'm wrapping my leg over yours, and almost have to laugh at myself. It's as if I'm trying to pin him here, keep him in my world, I don't want to let go of him, he's no ones but mine tonight. The wave of possesiveness I feel is shocking, and unexpected.
Paris: Your eyes shine as I look into them, and waves of emotion wash over me. I feel so wanted, gathered up in your arms like this, and have no desire to be anywhere else. Ever. After the past few days, I would quite happily stay in this bed for the rest of my life if I could. "I'm sorry I left like that. I knew you didn't want me to go ... but I had to." I sigh, and snuggle into you, not wanting to think of Theo or Jay or Middle Earth or Rohan right now. Looking up at you, I notice fading bruises around your eye, and reach out to brush my fingers over them. "What happened? And what does the other guy look like?" I try and keep my voice even, but I hate to think of you being hurt while I was away, if I had been here, no-one would have got close enough to do that!
Dave: The touch of your fingers on my face - I couldn't describe in a million years how they feel right now. I know it's just a simple touch, but then again, it's not. "Oh, believe me, you don't want to know what the other guy looks like. But he's gone, not coming back anytime soon. Um, we found Hugo the other day, had to scuffle a bit to free him, but he's home, safe." I don't mention that Hugo came home to an empty house, or who the other guy was, I'll tell you all you want to know later, but right now it's hard to think about anything but you. "What about you? And him? Did you do what you needed to do? Are you all right?" I tear my eyes from your face, and sweep my eyes over you. I almost laugh aloud at myself, hard to believe it's taken me till now to notice you're undressed. I don't see any obvious bruises or injuries, but the bedside lamp isn't very bright, and you're lying on your side. "Tell me - are you hurt?"
Paris: "I'm glad Hugo's safe, just wish I'd been around to help." And you ask about Theo, and I have to bite my lip. "He's ... not good. I lost the link when he went back. And there's other stuff we need to talk about, but later." I smile at your concern. "I'm fine, no injuries, but ..." It's a little weird thinking that Theo had a very physical relationship with Jay ... with my body! "Does Faramir, er have partners while he's here? it's just ... " I sit up, and pull my hair back, and show you the bite marks around my scar, and all over my neck. "This is freaking me out a little. And my knuckles hurt, like I'd punched someone, but Jay wasn't very forthcoming, and Theo ... Theo is nowhere to be found."
Dave: I reach to gently touch the marks, sucking in breath, silently cursing Theodred for... well, everything. He's been so irresponsible with our world, with Paris's body. I smooth your hair back, then lift your hand to my lips, kissing the knuckles, wondering what Theodred has put your body through while you were off trying to save him. Ungrateful bastard. I keep it all in check though, you don't need me ranting right now, you've been off in harsh conditions I'm sure, and come home to an ill-used body. "Faramir does, yes, and sometimes he gets out of hand too." I sit up next to you, and run my hands down your arms, "It's Jay he's with, right? They ran off together, the other day. I know you asked me to watch him, I found the note, but he's got a mind of his own, that one, and he wouldn't stay put. I didn't know if he was dead or alive half the time, and that meant I didn't know if you'd ever be able to come home." Those bites bother me more than I can tell you, and I lean to kiss them, kissing your neck, hoping I'm not hurting you more.
Paris: Your touch, your kiss, both make me feel almost cherished, and I can see by your face that Theo isn't your favourite person right now. "I've known him for long enough, should have realised he wouldn't be content to sit here and stay put." I feel this weird mixture of annoyance and worry about Theo right now, and we need to get a few things straight between us if he's gonna come back, that is if he can. Your lips move over my neck, over the skin made sensitive by Jay, and I shiver, letting out a gasp, the sensation running through me. My fingers thread through your hair, pulling your head gently back so I can look in your eyes, and finally brush my lips over yours again. "I'm so glad to be home."
Dave: The knot inside me relaxes a little then, I haven't wanted to admit my worries that Theodred would simply take you somewhere, make a life for himself without regard for you or me, or for whatever it is we'd started here with each other. Whatever it is between you and me means a hell of a lot, I'm realizing that right now, and maybe for that I should be grudgingly thanking Theodred. Sometimes you don't know how special someone is until they're taken from you. "I'm beyond glad you're home, Paris. Whatever you need right now, it's yours. Whatever you want. Just ask. I have a license to kill in pampering when it's needed. Just ask."
Paris: "Whatever I want? You may regret that statement!" I laugh, and it feels so good to do that, laugh with you, smile with you. "Can we order pizza in? I was starving back there, and can't shake the feeling. Oh, and ice cream??" I run my hand down your arm. "And lots of touching, holding, I need to feel as if I belong back in this body." Then I know exactly what I want. "Remember those backrubs that used to drive us both wild?" I can't quite believe the last one was only last week. "You wanna do a little laying on of hands after we eat?" I know I have this permanent grin on my face as I look at you, but don't care,I just feel so glad to be close to you again.
Dave: I join you in laughing, leaning to pull you close again in another hug, talking against your hair, lips brushing over the freshly washed strands as I speak. "Pizza - I'll call for it. Ice cream, I've got mocha chocolate and a strawberry chunky mess I've been afraid to try. Let's eat right here, bring all the food up to the bed, I like the loft right now." I realize I'm babbling, and laughing, and kissing your hair, and I try to slow down. "And I'll give you all the massages and backrubs you like, love, as much as you want, if it helps take the aches away. I want to do that for you." I sigh, and lean back enough to look at your smile. And I know I could stare at that all night long.
Paris: Every touch grounds me a lttle further back into myself, and I realise how much I missed your rambling. "Strawberry chunky stuff sounds great, and yeah, we'll eat here, I'd like that!" You're touching me, and kissing me, and laughing, and I can't remember anyone ever being as pleased to see me before! I smile at the offer of many backrubs, and then you say it, and I don't think you know that you said it, and I don't want to mention it in case you take it back, but it stops me in my tracks, and all I can do is look at you. It's been so long since anyone said that word to me, I'd forgotten what it felt like, and I don't want to read too much into it, you're so happy to see me, it could just have been a slip of the tongue. I reach out, and touch your face, running my finger down your cheek before kissing you softly. "Go order pizza, Dave."
Dave: I chide myself for getting so crazy there for a few minutes, but I couldn't help myself. I'm so glad you're home, I can literally feel the worries and weight of these past crazy weeks sliding off me. You're back. I can hold you and touch you and feed you ice cream from a spoon and lick any melted drops from your skin, I can rub the hurt from your muscles and soothe your broken skin with kisses and aloe, I know I have some aloe around here somewhere, we can fall asleep when we want to, wake up in each others arms... then you're talking to me, telling me in a tone I don't quite understand that I should go order pizza. I tilt my head to look at you, seeing something different in your eyes, and then with a smile push off of the bed to make that phone call.
I order two large pizzas, and ponder if we should have ice cream right now or after the food. I decide instead to grab a bottle of brandy and two glasses just before I head back up the stairs. A little brandy right now might be soothing, if you're aching from all your body's been through. The irony of why my bar is so depleted right now doesn't escape me. I want to help you relax, try to help undo what Theodred has allowed to be done during his time here. And I am determined to give you anything and everything you need tonight, and right up through the dawn if it's what you want from me.
