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Chris is drinking an apple martini and humming. He's normally a happy guy anyway--being a divine emobidment of joy and all--but lately? Things have been particularly pleasing.

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Richard slides onto the cushion next to Chris' and kisses his cheek.

"That smells good. What is it?"

"It is an apple martini," Chris says and offers him a sip.

He takes a sip and smiles in surprise.

"That's quite good. Never had a martini before. I generally get a cider or a Scotch."

"A good cold martini is a thing of joy." He kisses Richard simply. "How are you?"

He returns the kiss and lingers over it for a moment.

"Doing well. Settling in. Wrote to Amadeo. And Gary's apparently become the High Priest to Geoff, the God of Biscuits, so there's been a great deal of lovely baking going on in our flat."

"Geoff," Chris says, Not Smirking. "Well, he's a lovely fellow. Gary could do much worse."

"He could. He could. 'Specially around here."

Richard's decided he likes apple martinis and orders one from Rizzo.

"How've you been?"

"As I always am. Practicing for the next performance, dancing, the usual."

He smiles and leans against Chris' shoulder.

"Good. It's nice to have things calm for a bit."

He smiles and starts stroking Richard's hair. "It is indeed. No demons to slay or tyrants to overthrow. Not right this very moment, anyway."

He moans softly and melts into the petting. "And I've learned to relish these moments."

"They are the best kind," Chris murmurs and kisses the side of Richard's face. "A moment of peace, of contentment . . ."

Richard nuzzles up and tips his face to kiss Chris' lips.

"Rare indeed in a household of two infants, a High Priest, and several visiting Gods, Vampires, and Greeks."

"I deal in peace," Chris breathes against Richard's lips.

"And Richard forgets all about talking for the moment and just floats on the bliss that is being with Krishna.

That's a lot of bliss.

It is indeed.

After several moments, Richard breaks the kiss and backs away a bit.

"What were we talking about?"

"Peace, I believe. And its rarity." He doesn't let Richard go far, leaning their foreheads together.

"Oh. That's nice, then."

He rests his forehead against Chris', gets lost in his eyes and breathes in his scent. Then he ducks his head down and laughs at himself a little.

"Sorry I'm not much for conversation tonight. I just don't often get to relax like this unless I'm with Loki. And that's different, really."

"That's all right." His fingertips on gentle on Richard's throat, under his chin, up the back of his head. "One needn't always talk."

"Thank you, Chris."

He arches to his touch, and then opens his eyes and remembers that they're in public.

"Would you like to come back to my flat tonight?"

"Yes," Chris says simply. "If you are comfortable with it."

He nods.

"Yeah. I really am now."

The rings are still on his finger, but there a mere formality now.

Chris touches his hand, strokes the finger that bears the rings. "Richard, I am also married. If you seek a replacement . . . it is simply not to be."

He shakes his head.

"No. I'm not looking for another husband, or even really another boyfriend or girlfriend at the moment. I just like being with you. 'Snice."

He looks up into Chris' eyes.

"What about your spouse? What do they think of this?"

"She is used to it." He shrugs. "Our marriage was made long ago and we have rarely been together for the last few centuries. She has her lovers and I have mine."

He smiles wryly.

"Guess eternity really is too long."

"It is difficult to stay in love forever, yes. Forever is much longer than you'd think."

He nods.

"That's what David said, and he was right. But I would have thought that it'd last longer than a year. But really, I suppose it's silly for him to fight his nature."

"I don't know your Amadeo and so should not venture a guess. But . . ." He sighs. "Yes. One's nature rules over all other factors, most of the time."

He rests his head on Chris' shoulder.

"Aye, that it does. Perhaps if I just leave him be, he'll come back again one day."

"Perhaps." He kisses Richard's forehead.

He tilts his chin up and grins.

"Doesn't mean I can't have a bit of fun now."

Chris beams. "Oh, certainly you can. Never say no to joy, that's my philosophy. Well. One of them."

"And what are your other philosophies?"

"Oh, they're quite simple. Do good. Live rightly. Breathe deeply. Stretch." He stretches--and takes advantage of the movement to pull Richard tighter to him.

He smirks and wraps around Chris.

"I think you should show me some of this breathing and stretching."

"You mentioned your flat, I believe? That would be the proper place." He stands and holds out his hand to Richard. "Let's go."

Richard takes Chris' hand and leads him back into London.

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