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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,489
Reviews:
56
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 6
Woot! More people reading, more people reviewing...The world is a happy place for this author right now...And what did I tell you, the more reviews I get the faster I write! And such is the case here tonight, (Or this morning cause it\'s 5:35 in the morning where I am) I have two chapters for ya (cause if I didn\'t split it...Uh-oh, REALLY long chapter!)! But sadly it\'s only the beginning of the date...I have a feeling that this is going to work out to be a very long story with the way that it\'s going, but I can\'t help it they are controlling what happens not me!
--Glares at Justin and Desimir, and getting innocent shrugs back--
Ah well, it\'s still fun to write it though. Enough rambling, onto the good stuff. As I said, it\'s only the beginning of the date, and the date will be critical for revealing info about the two. Chappie 6 is from Desimir\'s P.o.V and 7 from Justin\'s. I hope you all enjoy...And as always PLEASE review! It spurrs me on so!!! Again, feel free to join the Yahoo!Group to get more info and update stuff!
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ApollosFiction/
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***Disclaimer: The characters portrayed below are my own, sprung from my own lil twisted mind. Please ask before using them (they really don\'t like to be yanked from my mind without warning). They are going to at some point get into adult situations. If you don\'t like that idea, please leave this page now. Oh and if you really like it and wanna post it else where, please ask first. Any emails to me need to include AFF in the subject line otherwise they will be deleted.***
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As luck would have it, he actually got to the restaurant by quarter of seven and took the few extra moments to visit the florist across the street, picking up a single red rose. Desimir was quite surprised, it wasn’t normally something that he would do, but it just felt right, and who was he do not something when it felt right?
Crossing the street, twirling the rose, his smile never left his face. Once inside, he decided to get a table for them before it got too busy. When the hostess sat him, he chose the seat that best faced the door, keeping half an eye on it while waiting. The rose he laid across Justin’s place setting.
Only moments later, he saw the writer move through the doorway, depositing the light blazer he was wearing on a hanger before those clear blue eyes searched the dining room. A smile of acknowledgement was directed his way as Justin wove through the tables towards him, and Desimir couldn’t help but grin in response before glancing down at his watch, seven o’clock on the dot.
The closer Justin got, the closer he came to completely losing his breath. The man was simple breathtaking in a simple pair of black dress pants and a silk shirt of such a deep blue that it perfectly complimented the authors eyes, combine that with the simple swirls caused by the other’s still damp hair and there was a vision of loveliness making his way towards him.
Desimir half stood as Justin reached the table, smile still touching the corners of his lips, “I’m so glad you could make it Justin.”
“I said I would be here, so here I am. Besides what writer would refuse the invitation to a dinner on someone else?” came the teasing reply. It was then that Justin noticed the rose laying in front of him, and a blush rose fetchingly on his face, “For me?”
Desimir shrugged slightly, “I happened to spot the flower shop and the rose caught my eye, so I decided to pick it up. I’m glad you like it though.”
While Desimir was speaking, he felt something in him tightening as he watched the soft petals run along Justin’s cheek and down over his lips. He drew a shuddering breath, wishing that it was his lips following the same path. Yet even for that feeling, he was glad when the rose was set aside and Justin picked up his menu.
“Thank you, it is very beautiful and a thoughtful gift.” Justin replied, the cultured tones sliding along Desimir’s skin like silk, and a barest shiver ran through him.
Following suit, he raised his menu, not really looking at it; he had been to DeLallo’s enough times that he knew the menu by heart. When the waitress came over, he smiled up at the woman, “Evening Marissa, how are you today love? Ready to swear your undying love for me yet?”
The redheaded woman smiled back, laughing, “You old tease, every time you ask and every time I toss it back in your face, yet you keep asking. Besides what is your date here going to think if you keep flirting with me? You’re just lucky that Jessica isn’t working tonight, you know what kind of temper my girl has.”
Hitting Desimir upside the head with her pad, she rolled her eyes once before getting down to business, “You want your regular bottle of wine?”
Desimir flashed a grin at Justin, “Do you enjoy merlot? They have a wonderful vintage of Clos du Bois here that I enjoy. Would you care for some? Or would you like something else?”
“I’ll take your word on the wine; I was never much of a connoisseur,” replied Justin.
“Well, a bottle of Clos du Bois for the pair, and what else?” Marissa asked, pen poised to take their order.
Desimir looked to Justin, indicating for him to order first. Taking the hint, Justin looked back down at the menu for a moment before speaking, “I’d like to start with the bruschetta, and then for a main course I’d like the Steak Gorgonzola-Alfredo, please.”
Desimir nodded approvingly at the choice, they would go well with the wine, “And I’ll take my Mussels Marinara and Ravioli di Portobello for the main course please, Marissa.”
Marissa shook her head, writing down the order, “Some things never change, do they, Desimir?”
Grinning, he shook his head, “Nope, I know what I like and stick to it. And when you get home, tell that witch of a girlfriend that I said hello and that she’s lucky I haven’t stolen her away yet.”
“Rascal.” With that parting comment Marissa turned away and walked off to get their wine.
--Glares at Justin and Desimir, and getting innocent shrugs back--
Ah well, it\'s still fun to write it though. Enough rambling, onto the good stuff. As I said, it\'s only the beginning of the date, and the date will be critical for revealing info about the two. Chappie 6 is from Desimir\'s P.o.V and 7 from Justin\'s. I hope you all enjoy...And as always PLEASE review! It spurrs me on so!!! Again, feel free to join the Yahoo!Group to get more info and update stuff!
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ApollosFiction/
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***Disclaimer: The characters portrayed below are my own, sprung from my own lil twisted mind. Please ask before using them (they really don\'t like to be yanked from my mind without warning). They are going to at some point get into adult situations. If you don\'t like that idea, please leave this page now. Oh and if you really like it and wanna post it else where, please ask first. Any emails to me need to include AFF in the subject line otherwise they will be deleted.***
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As luck would have it, he actually got to the restaurant by quarter of seven and took the few extra moments to visit the florist across the street, picking up a single red rose. Desimir was quite surprised, it wasn’t normally something that he would do, but it just felt right, and who was he do not something when it felt right?
Crossing the street, twirling the rose, his smile never left his face. Once inside, he decided to get a table for them before it got too busy. When the hostess sat him, he chose the seat that best faced the door, keeping half an eye on it while waiting. The rose he laid across Justin’s place setting.
Only moments later, he saw the writer move through the doorway, depositing the light blazer he was wearing on a hanger before those clear blue eyes searched the dining room. A smile of acknowledgement was directed his way as Justin wove through the tables towards him, and Desimir couldn’t help but grin in response before glancing down at his watch, seven o’clock on the dot.
The closer Justin got, the closer he came to completely losing his breath. The man was simple breathtaking in a simple pair of black dress pants and a silk shirt of such a deep blue that it perfectly complimented the authors eyes, combine that with the simple swirls caused by the other’s still damp hair and there was a vision of loveliness making his way towards him.
Desimir half stood as Justin reached the table, smile still touching the corners of his lips, “I’m so glad you could make it Justin.”
“I said I would be here, so here I am. Besides what writer would refuse the invitation to a dinner on someone else?” came the teasing reply. It was then that Justin noticed the rose laying in front of him, and a blush rose fetchingly on his face, “For me?”
Desimir shrugged slightly, “I happened to spot the flower shop and the rose caught my eye, so I decided to pick it up. I’m glad you like it though.”
While Desimir was speaking, he felt something in him tightening as he watched the soft petals run along Justin’s cheek and down over his lips. He drew a shuddering breath, wishing that it was his lips following the same path. Yet even for that feeling, he was glad when the rose was set aside and Justin picked up his menu.
“Thank you, it is very beautiful and a thoughtful gift.” Justin replied, the cultured tones sliding along Desimir’s skin like silk, and a barest shiver ran through him.
Following suit, he raised his menu, not really looking at it; he had been to DeLallo’s enough times that he knew the menu by heart. When the waitress came over, he smiled up at the woman, “Evening Marissa, how are you today love? Ready to swear your undying love for me yet?”
The redheaded woman smiled back, laughing, “You old tease, every time you ask and every time I toss it back in your face, yet you keep asking. Besides what is your date here going to think if you keep flirting with me? You’re just lucky that Jessica isn’t working tonight, you know what kind of temper my girl has.”
Hitting Desimir upside the head with her pad, she rolled her eyes once before getting down to business, “You want your regular bottle of wine?”
Desimir flashed a grin at Justin, “Do you enjoy merlot? They have a wonderful vintage of Clos du Bois here that I enjoy. Would you care for some? Or would you like something else?”
“I’ll take your word on the wine; I was never much of a connoisseur,” replied Justin.
“Well, a bottle of Clos du Bois for the pair, and what else?” Marissa asked, pen poised to take their order.
Desimir looked to Justin, indicating for him to order first. Taking the hint, Justin looked back down at the menu for a moment before speaking, “I’d like to start with the bruschetta, and then for a main course I’d like the Steak Gorgonzola-Alfredo, please.”
Desimir nodded approvingly at the choice, they would go well with the wine, “And I’ll take my Mussels Marinara and Ravioli di Portobello for the main course please, Marissa.”
Marissa shook her head, writing down the order, “Some things never change, do they, Desimir?”
Grinning, he shook his head, “Nope, I know what I like and stick to it. And when you get home, tell that witch of a girlfriend that I said hello and that she’s lucky I haven’t stolen her away yet.”
“Rascal.” With that parting comment Marissa turned away and walked off to get their wine.