A not so bloody Valentine
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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,869
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6
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Currently Reading:
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Explanations
Part 15: ~ the explanation ~
Crawford fidgeted a bit against the headboard, drawing his knees to his chest as he took a gulp of wine.
“Well it started around the beginning of January. I couldn’t sleep so I thought television might help it usually does. I had on one of these soap drama things; I can’t remember which it was. But an old re-run. Admirers surprising their valentine’s, because they were too afraid to tell them. The idea came then. I’d wanted to tell you for some time but I didn’t know how you’d react. As far as I knew you hated me”.
He refilled his wine as he caught Farferello’s nod to continue.
“I phoned florists, and it took almost a whole month to get the roses ordered. I was afraid they wouldn’t get here in time. Then as it came closer, I found gifts you might like and when I ran out of ideas, I took over heard conversations, such as the shop I heard you talk about, and got ideas from there”.
He flushed a little; he wasn’t use to talking so much, especially about his feelings and actions behind things. Usually what was said was accepted face value. But now with Farferello in front of him he wanted to tell everything.
“When the first gift came and you looked at me as If I had done it, I panicked a little that you might know, and every time since then I tried to divert your attention from me. But when Schuldig ruined and ate your gift that day, I had to stop myself from beating the hell out of him. When I she hhe hurt look in your eyes I wanted to comfort you so badly it hurt, but I knew I couldn’t and had to show a stony cold display as everyone saw usually”. He poked at his shirt a little, gaze diverted for a moment before looking up. “When I saw how happy you were the next day, I had to escape to my room to hide my smile”.
Farferello smiled at him, he hadn’t touched his wine.
“I liked the idea you gave me for pressing the petals”. He grinned a little and moved a little closer on his knees.
“All the gifts you gave me I liked. It was nice to feel so special for once”.
He watched as Crawford looked at him, eyes soft as he smiled, something rare and alien but seemed to suit the American.
“The mission was pld. Td. Takatori said he had this conference, that much was true, but he said he didn’t need Schwarz there as many of his men were going. I told him anyway that Schuldig and Nagi would keep an eye out and I would scan the building. Tway way he wouldn’t wonder where I was when I left to come here. I think I broke a few traffic speeds and if I’d been pulled over I would have shot them”. He smiled a little with small embarrassment at the snigger from the Irishman
Farferello then nodded as he processed everything.
“When did you get the time to set this up? Getting and sending the gifts?”
The American smiled again.
“You and Schuldig always seemed to disappear, it helped me get the presents, I just went in and told them to deliver but not to tell who the giver was. They did a good job though I think you scared a few of the delivery boys away”.
Farferello giggled as he moved closer, slowly in between the dark haired man’s legs, close enough to touch.
“Tonight when everything was revealed and you first saw it was me I panicked again. I hoped you would want me, I thought you hated me though, but I had to try”.
He looked into the glass he was holding, the now almost empty glass swirling the red liquid inside.
“I thought you felt the same Crawford…. I thought you hated me to…I…I had a crush on you for almost six months”.
He leant closer when the American looked up.
“Had?” He looked surprised at the revelation of the six-month crush.
Farferello nodded.
“Had…have…It’s all the same”.
He leant forwards, closing the small distance between them and pressed his scarred lips to the Americans soft ones, the kiss itself, testing and gentle.
Asking a question Farferello was afraid to voice.
/how much do you want me Crawford?/
Part 16: ~ A moment more ~
The movement shocked Crawford, he only registered it totally when Farferello began to pull back. Before the Irishman could escape fully he leant forwards and recaptured his lips; his hands slipping around his waist to hold him close, pulling him so the younger man lay half across him, pressed close as they kissed.
Farferello’s eye closed as a soft sound ppropprovement was swallowed by the American’s mouth. Crawford used this to run his tongue across the seam of Farferello’s mouth, forcing the pliant mouth open gently and thrusting his tongue in to taste him when the Irishman opened his mouth willingly. They kissed for a few moments, Farferello’s hands wrapping around Crawford’s back, one twining in his hair to keep him close as they kissed. When they parted it was reluctantly for air, both panting softly, eyes’ shining brightly.
“Wow…”
Crawford couldn’t help his smile at that, pulling the white haired man’s face to his to litter kisses across his sharp nose, tracing the scar with his tongue softly before going back to nipping his bottom lip, tongue moving along the indented cleft of the scar crossing his bottom lip. Farferello leant into it happily, sighing softly when Crawford’s tongue slipped into his mouth again, trailing over his, coaxing it to follow his own to in in its stroking movements. He lay sprawled across the American, his right hand stroking his hair lovingly as they kissed whilst Crawford’s stroked across his hair, one moving to stroke the bare skin just below his shirt on his back. When they parted again Farferello found himself looking into eyes darkened with lust as soft butterfly kisses trailed across his cheek to his ear.
“There’s more if you’re ready…”
Farferello pulled back, sealing the question with a needy, passionate kiss.
“I want everything…show me”.
TBC
Crawford fidgeted a bit against the headboard, drawing his knees to his chest as he took a gulp of wine.
“Well it started around the beginning of January. I couldn’t sleep so I thought television might help it usually does. I had on one of these soap drama things; I can’t remember which it was. But an old re-run. Admirers surprising their valentine’s, because they were too afraid to tell them. The idea came then. I’d wanted to tell you for some time but I didn’t know how you’d react. As far as I knew you hated me”.
He refilled his wine as he caught Farferello’s nod to continue.
“I phoned florists, and it took almost a whole month to get the roses ordered. I was afraid they wouldn’t get here in time. Then as it came closer, I found gifts you might like and when I ran out of ideas, I took over heard conversations, such as the shop I heard you talk about, and got ideas from there”.
He flushed a little; he wasn’t use to talking so much, especially about his feelings and actions behind things. Usually what was said was accepted face value. But now with Farferello in front of him he wanted to tell everything.
“When the first gift came and you looked at me as If I had done it, I panicked a little that you might know, and every time since then I tried to divert your attention from me. But when Schuldig ruined and ate your gift that day, I had to stop myself from beating the hell out of him. When I she hhe hurt look in your eyes I wanted to comfort you so badly it hurt, but I knew I couldn’t and had to show a stony cold display as everyone saw usually”. He poked at his shirt a little, gaze diverted for a moment before looking up. “When I saw how happy you were the next day, I had to escape to my room to hide my smile”.
Farferello smiled at him, he hadn’t touched his wine.
“I liked the idea you gave me for pressing the petals”. He grinned a little and moved a little closer on his knees.
“All the gifts you gave me I liked. It was nice to feel so special for once”.
He watched as Crawford looked at him, eyes soft as he smiled, something rare and alien but seemed to suit the American.
“The mission was pld. Td. Takatori said he had this conference, that much was true, but he said he didn’t need Schwarz there as many of his men were going. I told him anyway that Schuldig and Nagi would keep an eye out and I would scan the building. Tway way he wouldn’t wonder where I was when I left to come here. I think I broke a few traffic speeds and if I’d been pulled over I would have shot them”. He smiled a little with small embarrassment at the snigger from the Irishman
Farferello then nodded as he processed everything.
“When did you get the time to set this up? Getting and sending the gifts?”
The American smiled again.
“You and Schuldig always seemed to disappear, it helped me get the presents, I just went in and told them to deliver but not to tell who the giver was. They did a good job though I think you scared a few of the delivery boys away”.
Farferello giggled as he moved closer, slowly in between the dark haired man’s legs, close enough to touch.
“Tonight when everything was revealed and you first saw it was me I panicked again. I hoped you would want me, I thought you hated me though, but I had to try”.
He looked into the glass he was holding, the now almost empty glass swirling the red liquid inside.
“I thought you felt the same Crawford…. I thought you hated me to…I…I had a crush on you for almost six months”.
He leant closer when the American looked up.
“Had?” He looked surprised at the revelation of the six-month crush.
Farferello nodded.
“Had…have…It’s all the same”.
He leant forwards, closing the small distance between them and pressed his scarred lips to the Americans soft ones, the kiss itself, testing and gentle.
Asking a question Farferello was afraid to voice.
/how much do you want me Crawford?/
Part 16: ~ A moment more ~
The movement shocked Crawford, he only registered it totally when Farferello began to pull back. Before the Irishman could escape fully he leant forwards and recaptured his lips; his hands slipping around his waist to hold him close, pulling him so the younger man lay half across him, pressed close as they kissed.
Farferello’s eye closed as a soft sound ppropprovement was swallowed by the American’s mouth. Crawford used this to run his tongue across the seam of Farferello’s mouth, forcing the pliant mouth open gently and thrusting his tongue in to taste him when the Irishman opened his mouth willingly. They kissed for a few moments, Farferello’s hands wrapping around Crawford’s back, one twining in his hair to keep him close as they kissed. When they parted it was reluctantly for air, both panting softly, eyes’ shining brightly.
“Wow…”
Crawford couldn’t help his smile at that, pulling the white haired man’s face to his to litter kisses across his sharp nose, tracing the scar with his tongue softly before going back to nipping his bottom lip, tongue moving along the indented cleft of the scar crossing his bottom lip. Farferello leant into it happily, sighing softly when Crawford’s tongue slipped into his mouth again, trailing over his, coaxing it to follow his own to in in its stroking movements. He lay sprawled across the American, his right hand stroking his hair lovingly as they kissed whilst Crawford’s stroked across his hair, one moving to stroke the bare skin just below his shirt on his back. When they parted again Farferello found himself looking into eyes darkened with lust as soft butterfly kisses trailed across his cheek to his ear.
“There’s more if you’re ready…”
Farferello pulled back, sealing the question with a needy, passionate kiss.
“I want everything…show me”.
TBC