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asher,
nathaniel

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It's been a long two weeks for Nathaniel.

And for Asher.

The door opens and the wereleopard follows the vampire into the bar. There's only a moment of mild shock visible on Nathaniel's face (Asher's is as unreadable as ever) at the change in scenery, and then he slides his hand into Asher's.

Nathaniel leads Asher over to a booth, sliding in beside Asher, keeping close contact. Since the forming of the pentumvirate, Nathaniel has been spending as much time as humanly possible with Asher. He's sure the vampire will soon find him an annoyance, but so far, Asher has seemed equally as needy for his presence.

"You can choose supper tonight," Nathaniel says softly, smiling up at Asher. "I chose last night."

[OOC: Two muns, two pups!]

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Asher smiles back, nodding as he brushes his cheek against Nathaniel's hair.

"Something simple, I think," he murmurs. Something he can feed to Nathaniel, too. It's silly, but he needs that connection, needs to be part of it tonight. He attracts the attention of a passing waitrat, keeping an arm around Nathaniel. He orders a selection of Turkish mezze, heavy on the meat options, things that won't matter if they grow cold.

Nathaniel purrs softly, nuzzling against Asher.

"You almost never want simple," he teases.

"Perhaps I feel like a change," he teases back, combing his fingers through Nathaniel's hair, kissing his temple, the curve of his jaw, the soft skin behind his ear, smiling softly.

Nathaniel tilts his head, smirking.

"I thought vampires didn't change, hence why you wear those terrible, dated clothes," he says.

Asher pouts, pulling back and looking offended.

"You don't like my clothes?"

"I prefer you out of them, actually."

Nathaniel grins at Asher.

"The period of clothes you wear has so many inconvenient layers to burrow through."

"Ah, but it encourages anticipation," Asher points out, catching Nathaniel's earlobe in his teeth, tugging gently.

"Slowly stripping a lover of their clothing, taking your time, removing item after item, caressing every inch of skin you bare to your gaze, your touch...it can be..." his voice is a low purr and promise all in one, "intoxicating."

Nathaniel shivers, his breath catching as Asher's words and voice just draw him in. Asher is a seducer, and damn good at it, and Nathaniel finds himself so very easily seduced by his vampire.

"But I have the impatience of youth," he whispers, his voice a little uneven.

"Perhaps you can be taught to appreciate the wisdom of experience," Asher murmurs, pulling back just a little, not wanting Nathaniel to be distracted too much before he's eaten.

There's some slow blinking, and then Nathaniel smiles at Asher. It's that real smile, the one that reaches his eyes, that he saves for those closest to him. That he saves for people he loves.

"And are you the perfect teacher for just such an endeavor?"

"Of course," Asher assures him, still smiling, soft and happy and surprisingly content.

Nathaniel laughs, shaking his head.

The laugh comes easier than it used to, and it satisfies Nathaniel in a way he hasn't felt before. Then the food arrives and his stomach actually growls.

"That... smells divine," he says, picking up his customary glass of milk for a sip before he dives into the food.

Asher grasps Nathaniel's hands in his, pulling them back from the food.

"Allow me," he murmurs, picking up a piece of pitta bread, carefully scooping some paprika-tinged hummus onto it, lifting it to Nathaniel's lips.

A little color tints Nathaniel's cheeks.

"You're going to feed me?" he asks.

It makes Nathaniel's chest ache, the idea of being fed by his lover. Such a normal, boyfriend-type thing for Asher to do, and it makes Nathaniel smile brightly.

Asher nods, his own smile softer, though no less happy. He feeds Nathaniel the slice of pitta bread, reaching next for some thinly-sliced sausage, dripping with spiced oil, still hot.

This? It absolutely thrills Nathaniel. It makes him insanely happy. He eats each morsel of food Asher presses to his lips, purring contentedly. He'd never expected such attention from his moody vampire, but he soaks it up like a parched sponge.

He even nips playfully at Asher's fingers from time to time.

Asher laughs softly, scolding Nathaniel playfully when his fingers become dinner, feeding Nathaniel slowly, sweetly, tasting an echo of the food in his own mouth.

That laugh, those smiles, they're everything to Nathaniel. He likes being the source of Asher's enjoyment, his happiness.

"No one's ever fed me before," he purrs. "Not like this."

"And I have rarely had the opportunity," Asher murmurs, leaning in for a kiss.

Asher is given that kiss, Nathaniel's lips smiling against Asher's.

"I think I like it."

"We shall have to make a habit of it," he promises.

And there is that smile of his once again.

Nathaniel takes Asher's hand in his and kisses the palm.

"You make me happy," he murmurs against Asher's skin, wanting his vampire to know that.

Asher beams, drawing Nathaniel closer.

"And you me," he whispers.

Nathaniel snuggles against Asher, purring loudly. He's full and happy.

Asher's happy.

That's all that matters to him in this moment.

"I love you."

"Je t'aime, mon chat," Asher replies, smiling as he brushes the back of his hand down Nathaniel's cheek, happy to be back in Milliways, to have Nathaniel to himself, away from the other St Louis residents here.

"Will you read to me tonight?" he asks, also rather happy to be with Asher alone.

"Of course," Asher replies, still smiling, nodding as a waitrat approaches, gesturing to the mostly-empty plates questioningly.

Nathaniel just makes himself comfortable, half in Asher's lap, half on the booth.

"I'd like you to read Le Petit Prince," he murmurs.

Asher nods. "Of course, cher."

Nathaniel chuckles.

"In French, even if I can't understand most of it."

Asher smiles, laughs softly.

"Very well. Though I am not sure why you wish me to read it in French, when you will not be able to understand..."

"Because it's not really the story I want to hear. It's you. Your voice."

Nathaniel smiles faintly.

"It's the way you read it, the tone of your voice, that I want to hear."

Asher smiles, curling his arm around Nathaniel, holding him close, sighing happily.

"Say the word, cher, and we can go upstairs."

"Let's go upstairs and be lazy."

Nathaniel pulls back, smiling.

"I like that we're the only two here right now from our time, and I want to enjoy that for as long as we can."

Asher nods.

"We should make the most of it," he agrees. "Shall we?" He slowly pulls away from Nathaniel, waiting for his lover to slide out of the booth.

Nathaniel gives him a brief kiss on the cheek, and then slides out of the booth. He stretches from head to toe, yawning a bit, and then grins, holding out his hand to Asher.

Asher takes his hand and leads him towards the stairs, smiling all the while. He has a peaceful evening ahead of him, with no interruptions. Perfection itself.

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