He leaned against the wall, watching Liadov open the door, then followed him inside. As Liadov turned to get the light, Aryol caught him from behind, wrapping his arms around the major's chest, pressing his face against the soft waves of tawny gold hair at the back of Liadov's neck. His chest rested solidly against Liadov's back.
Aryol's grip was firm. He tried not to hold on too hard.
"You weren't being overly demonstrative." He turned his face, whispering against Liadov's ear. "That's not what I...I don't think...I didn't say what I meant. Or something."
His words tumbled into each other, a little staccato. A little disjointed. Aryol took a deliberate deep breath, laughing at himself, exhaling against the major's skin.
"Sorry. It feels like it's been longer than ten days to me, too. It's just that I really like you, Nikanor, and I think it..."
He paused, silent for a beat, only breathing.
"Anyway, that's what I wanted to say. I don't want to make demands on you, because I'm not like that, but I feel...serious."
He let Liadov go then. Aryol turned and pulled his rifle off his shoulder so he could set it down on its customary place on the table, where he left it when he was here.
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Date: 2009-02-02 08:19 pm (UTC)"You go ahead."
He leaned against the wall, watching Liadov open the door, then followed him inside. As Liadov turned to get the light, Aryol caught him from behind, wrapping his arms around the major's chest, pressing his face against the soft waves of tawny gold hair at the back of Liadov's neck. His chest rested solidly against Liadov's back.
Aryol's grip was firm. He tried not to hold on too hard.
"You weren't being overly demonstrative." He turned his face, whispering against Liadov's ear. "That's not what I...I don't think...I didn't say what I meant. Or something."
His words tumbled into each other, a little staccato. A little disjointed. Aryol took a deliberate deep breath, laughing at himself, exhaling against the major's skin.
"Sorry. It feels like it's been longer than ten days to me, too. It's just that I really like you, Nikanor, and I think it..."
He paused, silent for a beat, only breathing.
"Anyway, that's what I wanted to say. I don't want to make demands on you, because I'm not like that, but I feel...serious."
He let Liadov go then. Aryol turned and pulled his rifle off his shoulder so he could set it down on its customary place on the table, where he left it when he was here.
Aryol shook his head, after a moment.
"Sorry. That was a little heavy."