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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Oct 1, 2010 18:55:52 GMT -5
Watching Roderich sleep had always been something of a hobby of Gilbert's, though his feelings about it were torn. Part of him was convinced that the act of watching his master sleep was, on a whole, quite creepy, but another, much louder part assured him that it was for the brunette's well-being. No one could hurt him this way, and it kept the Prussian calm. He was at ease when he watched the other slumber he--
"What the hell?" Blinking, the Prussian leaned forward as he heard something emit from the Austrian's lips. It was easy to tell it was a moan, but the reasoning left the swordsman baffled. His first reaction had been concern. What if Roderich was in pain? Had something gone wrong? Was his fever returning? As he leaned forward to touch Roderich's forehead, another moan escaped and the silverette froze.
That was not a moan of pain.
Pulling back, Gilbert could only stare in shock as he struggled to catch up with what was happening before him. His chest tightened painfully as different faces shot through his mind. Who could Roderich be dreaming about? Who had he lost so easily to? Who had touched his precious master's heard without him realising it?
"Gilbert..."
"...Wh..." Colour blossomed across the albino's face as his eyes widened even more. The tightness in his chest faded but was quickly replaced with the rapid beating of his heart. Sometime between him discovering what was going on and several blinks later, his vision had become much more violet as he peered into a pair of eyes just as wide as his own.
Silence fell upon the room as the elder of the two struggled to find something to say. Pale lips moved frantically as words tried and failed to form themselves, allowing only a small strained noise to tumble from his throat. Roderich had been dreaming about him. One of those dreams. And if the noises weren't enough, the proof was in the tent near his knee.
"Young master..." Swallowing, Gilbert leaned forward slowly, moving his hand up to cup Roderich's cheek. His movements paused just short of the brunette, lips lingering in the air with a distance of mere centimeters. "...Give me an order," he muttered. "Bitte... if you want me to stop, then order it now, because I won't otherwise. Call me selfish, maybe I am, but right now, the awesome me wants you more than anything that can be named in this world. So give me an order... Roderich..."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Oct 1, 2010 20:09:45 GMT -5
Gilbert's reaction was not the one Roderich had hoped for... or, perhaps it was exactly what he hoped for, and he just didn't know how to react. The brunette was mortified; apparently, given the way the silverette was looking at him, his companion somehow knew exactly what it was he had dreamt about and that was mortifying. The Austrian felt his heart skip several beats and he shut his eyes against the feeling of the organ beating against his rib cage.
Then, just like he had earlier, Roderich felt a cool hand against his hot face and he couldn't find it in himself to pull away. Wasn't this exactly what he'd said he wanted? Wasn't this exactly what he'd just dreamed of? And hadn't that dream been perfect? Maybe he didn't know what he was doing, what he was supposed to do... but as far as he knew, neither did Gilbert. And the way the silverette was looking at him right now... the Austrian was still scared that he was wrong, that he was somehow reading too far into the other's words and actions, but it was because he didn't dare hope he was right. He didn't know how to be right when it came to this...
Opening his mouth to speak, Roderich brought a hand up to rest on Gilbert's. His intention had been to move it away from his face, embarrassed and scared and simply not knowing what else to do, but something in the Prussian's tone stopped him. He remembered the look on his face when he'd pulled back the first time, and knew he didn't want it to ever be there again. Not because of him. Instead, he kept his hand where it was, taking a shaky breath as he tried to speak.
"Gilbert, I... I don't even..." It was almost impossible to speak with the other so close to him. There were so many things warring inside him, so many things to say, to do. It seemed so strange; they were fighting for their lives, he'd nearly died, and when he woke up, something suddenly snapped in him and he knew he loved his guardian. No, it's not sudden at all... you've just been too blind to see it, a small voice in his head said, and he knew that it was right.
Closing his eyes, Roderich forced himself to be calm. His hand was still resting over the Prussian's on his cheek; tightening his grip and his resolve, the brunette turned his head slightly and raised his violet gaze to the albino's face, meeting his eyes again. Maybe it took a near-death experience to realize his feelings and a high fever to admit them, but that didn't mean the feelings weren't real. He would be lying to himself if he tried to convince himself of that. And, if Gilbert response was this, instead of rejection or revulsion... certainly that must mean they were reciprocated somehow?
Moving the hand away from the one on his cheek, Roderich reached out and held Gilbert's chin in his fingers, pulling him just a little bit closer. "...kiss me." It was unlike him to act first and ask questions later; and he had so many questions. But right now... perhaps this was the best way to have those questions answered.
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Oct 1, 2010 20:53:34 GMT -5
Gilbert didn't move as he watched Roderich's internal struggle with silence--not so much as a blink--even his breathing had slowed down. His crimson gaze remained locked with the brunette's, remaining exactly where it was even as the other looked away. It had taken almost six years for them to reach this point and he wasn't about to let it slip through his fingers. Not when they were so close to taking a step forward.
Each passing second felt like a minute and minutes felt like hours, but still, the Prussian didn't dare move. It didn't matter if that meant standing there all night or for the rest of the week. He would wait until Roderich responded and he would react as the situation asked. His heart was still pounding rapidly in his chest, betraying his body's still movements and the silverette was quite convinced that it could be heard echoing in the room--or maybe that was just the blood in his ears--but in the end, it didn't matter. He kept waiting, barely daring to breath. He had to, and then...
"...kiss me."
And Gilbert beamed.
Not waiting for Roderich to have the chance to change his mind, the silverette leaned forward and muttered under his breathe, "Yes, my lord..." before closing the remaining space between them.
It was like magic, and Gilbert didn't care how cliched it was to think so. His heart exploded at the same time his mind manged to turn itself of and everything felt wonderful. Roderich's lips were just as soft and inviting as they'd looked for the past six years and the feeling he felt now was more than worth the wait. His crimson orbs slid shut slowly as he edged closer, allowing his hand to drop from the noble's cheek in favour of wrapping both his arms around the others waist gingerly, taking care to avoid the stitches.
Alas, the need for air made the moment end all too soon but he wasted no time in inhaling quickly in order to speak. "Ich liebe dich..."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Oct 1, 2010 22:13:55 GMT -5
When Gilbert obeyed his words, Roderich didn't know what he expected. The vivid dream he'd just had echoed in his mind, and he remembered how it felt to be kissed in the dream, but the reality was much, much better. His hand moved from the silverette's chin and rested on the back of his neck instead, lightly pulling him closer. Sparks flew from his lips and coursed through his body and his head was beating so quickly he swore it would stop. The brunette worried it would be awkward or somehow feel strange, but it didn't; it felt exactly how he hoped it would and more.
Arms gently looped themselves around his waist and the noble shifted in his companion's hold, pressing closer, favouring his good side as he leaned in to the kiss. His lungs burned from a lack of oxygen, but Roderich almost didn't care enough to pull away. Unfortunately, the Prussian did and pulled back, and the brunette immediately took a breath.
Roderich could only imagine what his facial expression must have been at that moment; shocked, most likely, though he was happy, too. And amazed... he almost thought he was dreaming again, but it was far too real to be a dream. Keeping his arms where they were, one wrapped around Gilbert's neck, his other hand resting on the silverette's upper arm, the noble took another breath and raised his gaze to the crimson ones above him, his violet eyes widening even further upon hearing the words his companion said.
"Ich liebe dich."[/i]
Those three words echoed in Roderich's ears and he couldn't help but smile, tugging the albino closer and kissing him again briefly. "Ich liebe dich auch," the Austrian murmured against the other's lips, not pulling away at all to speak, having no desire to pull away. Frowning slightly, the brunette let his gaze meet the Prussian's as he spoke a second time. "I never told you to stop."
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Oct 2, 2010 12:16:00 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes, Gilbert laughed quietly and moved his arms to cradle Roderich's back. It was strain enough for the brunette to sit up, but now that they were moving around, he didn't want to run the risk of pulling one of them. With a gentle smile, he lowered the brunette back against the pillows and shifted his weight on the bed, using his arm on the other side of Roderich to support himself as he leaned down to press another kiss to the Austrian's lips. "Nein, you did not..."
Grinning, the silverette continued to place feather-light kisses all over the noble's face, moving from one side to the other and leaving no facial-skin untouched. The brunette's face felt like silk under his lips, only further fueling the soft touches of affection. His heart felt as if it were fluttering in his chest, sending soft waves of joy throughout his body as he started to move downward, allowing his butterfly-kiss assault to move to Roderich's neck.
A sudden idea struck him as he worked and he grinned, pausing at the nape of the Austrian's neck as he set to work. Despite the use of teeth, the Prussian took care not to case harm. His ears worked carefully, listening for the soft noises of pleasure or pain that would indicate if what he was doing was right or not. Each coo or gasp encouraged his actions further and within seconds, Gilbert was pulling back with a satisfied grin as he stared at the mark he'd managed to leave. "Mine..." he murmured, kissing the mark lightly. "All mine."
Chuckling, he nuzzled Roderich's and shifted again, pausing as his thigh bumped something. With a frown, the Prussian pulled himself back and looked down, resisting the urge to start laughing as he realised what he was looking at. "Problems, young master?" he asked, nodding toward the small "tent" that had formed in the blankets. "I knew I was awesome, but I didn't think I'd make the problem worse just by kissing you." He was teasing, and he knew it, but the adorable look on Roderich's face made it all too easy. The problem was more than obvious, and the issue of solving it would likely only fluster the brunette more. Normally, he would have taken pity and distracted his master before it could be noticed, but a recent discovery kept him from doing so.
He really loved looking down on Roderich's flushed face.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Oct 3, 2010 23:37:34 GMT -5
Letting out a breath as he was shifted, Roderich just tightened his grip on the Prussian, grateful for the new position as it didn't put quite so much strain on his stitches. He'd thought it would be awkward, being so close all of a sudden, not knowing what to do with himself but it wasn't. His heart wasn't pounding against his ribs anymore, but there was a rush of something flooding his veins and he didn't want the feeling to stop.
As the silverette shifted and began peppering light kisses over his face, the brunette felt himself smile a little, basking in the attention. There had only been one person in his life to ever show him affection, but that had been his mother; he was unused to such attention, but Roderich found he enjoyed it.
When Gilbert moved down to his neck, the Austrian felt his breath catch in his throat. Clenching a fist in the sheet, he tilted his head back, trying not to make any sounds but finds that to be nearly impossible. A series of gasps, moans and quiet hisses escapes his lips despite himself; these sensations were too new and to strong not to respond to them, no matter how hard he tried to keep it suppressed. After a few minutes, when the Prussian pulled back from his neck and spoke, Roderich felt himself blush.
"Mine..."
Sighing softly, Roderich shifted and tried to relax; he supposed he was Gilbert's, now. And that meant the opposite was true, too. The Austrian allowed a tiny smile to grace his face at that thought. The expression didn't stay long, though; as soon as the silverette began teasing him, his face fell and turned an impressive shade of red before he pulled one of the pillows out from under his head and swatted his companion with it before resting it over his lap. "D-Don't be so vulgar!" the noble commanded, crossing his arms over his chest and regretting the action when it pulled his stitches. "I just... need to take a shower," he murmured, turning his head to the side and willing the blush away.
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GOD IT SUCKS I'm so sorry my muse just laughs at me whenever I tried to write.
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Oct 4, 2010 9:36:50 GMT -5
"With stitches like those, you won't be taking a shower for a few weeks at best, young master." Gilbert said with a gleeful grin, an all-too-happy sparkle in his eyes. Suddenly the instructions the doctor left him didn't seem so cruel anymore and he eagerly looked forward to following through. "The doctor told me that I'd have to wash you for a while... by hand." He would have finished it with 'so you should strip now', but the silent implications that Roderich would have to be naked for the event was enough for the Prussian. He wasn't that cruel, after all.
Chuckling softly, Gilbert pressed a final lingering kiss to the pout on Roderich's lips before pulling away and straightening himself. His back let out a quiet 'pop' as it was finally allowed back into a normal position after having been bent over so long and the Prussian allowed himself a small hum of satisfaction. "Don't take anything off yet," he instructed with a small grin. "I'll be right back."
Quickly exiting the room, the albino made his way down the hallway and set about gathering the proper supplies he would need. Much to his pleasure, he managed to find a rolling cart that was intended for moving food and cleared it off, using it to transport all the bathing items in one go. A bowl of cold water, a bowl of hot water, a wash cloth, and several towels were all placed on the surface and awaiting use. Upon entering the room, the Prussian quickly moved the cart beside the bed and grabbed the wooden desk chair. One of the towels was draped over it's surface to protect both wood and skin, before he finally turned back to the bed and grabbed the pillow he'd been smacked with and tossed it aside.
"You trust me, ja?" he asked gently, pulling back the covers. "I won't do anything 'vulgar' or 'uncouth' as you love putting it. Just a bath. You'll enjoy it. I'm pretty awesome with my hands." Grinning, Gilbert slipped an arm under Roderich's legs and the other behind the brunette's back. His eyebrows knit together in concentration as he slowly lifted the other, taking care to avoid extra movement, and brought him to the chair, setting him down slowly and carefully. "Your clothes are next."
The warning was brief, but he still paused before moving to remove the Austrian's clothing. As he reached the last article, boxers, he hesitated briefly and paused. It wasn't as if he'd never seen what was below before, after all, he had been in charge of assisting the brunette whenever he had to bath before. So this was nothing new. It just lacked bubbly water to conceal certain things. "...Sorry," he muttered, bringing the boxers down quickly with a wince. He really hadn't imagined the brunette's problem to be that bad. "I'm really sorry."
Standing up abruptly, Gilbert grabbed the smaller of the two bowls of water, and dumped it over the "issue", wincing for a second time as he watched several pieces of ice scatter across the floor.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Oct 4, 2010 20:38:35 GMT -5
At first, Roderich thought his companion was joking. His injuries couldn't have been that bad, could they? He could stand, there was nothing wrong with his legs. But, regardless of the teasing tone in the Prussian's voice, he could tell the silverette was serious. Gilbert wasn't the type to joke about something serious when it came to his own health, and if the doctor had said that, he couldn't really protest. It just came at a bad time, given the situation he was in... not that he was completely opposed to the idea, and the Austrian did trust the other...
The entire time Gilbert was gone, Roderich tried to will his body to calm down, eyes drifting to the door every few seconds, nervously. The third time he caught his attention drifting, he scoffed at himself. Honestly, it's not a big deal. It isn't as though he's ever helped my like this before. Nothing happened then; just calm down. You're being stupid, Roderich. Huffing in annoyance with himself, the noble focused on keeping his hands from fidgeting instead of wondering when Gilbert would come back, although he didn't have to wait long.
Roderich watched the silverette silently set up the chair, observing the contents of the cart he'd wheeled along beside him. Sighing, the Austrian willed the nervousness to go away, forcing himself back into his usual aloof persona. It was hard to, now; normally the mask he wore came easily, but it was in such stark contrast to the person he had to be now that he'd admitted his feelings for Gilbert, it was just that much harder.
"You trust me, ja?"[/i]
A soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he turned back to look at the silverette once more. Nodding, he allowed the pillow and blankets to be removed, keeping his face passive as Gilbert moved him, despite the dull throbbing pain in his side as he was moved. The hard wood chair was uncomfortable and he shifted around, grimacing. When Gilbert began carefully removing his clothes, the brunette felt a blush return to his cheeks. Letting out a breath, Roderich turned his head to the side, partially to hide his blush and partially in the hopes that not looking at the silverette would prevent him from blushing more.
Unfortunately for Roderich, looking away had given him no warning to the ice water that was suddenly dumped on his lap. Yelping, the noble twitched at the sudden chill of the water, a shiver going up his spine as whipped around to stare at his companion. "Wh-what was that for!?" he hissed, trying to keep his teeth from chattering.
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