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Post by texas on Aug 17, 2008 22:25:59 GMT -5
"I don't think I will be moving fast with you for a while Rook so no worries." Smirking Zarek rolled over and climbed onto the left side of the bed where he flopped down and snuggled in his clothing still on and ink coating his fingers.
"You know something? I think that you could take this whole thing just a little less awkwardly. I mean it isn't like I am trying to do anything to you, but get a kiss."
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Post by Rook on Aug 17, 2008 22:35:06 GMT -5
"Well a week ago I would've punched you in the face if you'd have kissed me so count your blessings" he reminded the tiger irately, his ears flattening against his head.
He diddn't question Zarek's sleeping wardrobe, he wouldn't have opted for him to go the other route just yet. Rook usually diddn't wear clothes to sleep either, but he decided not to bother with the technicalities tonight. Sleep was already beckoning him back in as well, those three glasses of scotch...
He blinked.
The tiger did have a point though, if this was going to get anywhere, he needed to calm down, Zarek had accumulated well enough. Well no big surprise, the tiger was more easy going by nature. Part of being a damn cat he supposed, they could get used to anything.
Rather than doing any flopping of any sort Rook sat down and swung his feet over stretching once and then relaxing , habitually he pulled the tie out of his hair and batted a few of the long black locks that fell in his eyes.
Messy, but definitely not worth cutting, he hadn't had short hair since he was a kid, and frankly that was one thing he'd been glad to leave behind. Damn oppressive was what it was.
He turned to the tiger "You feeling alright"? He hadn't thought to ask Zarek about his injury until now.
Another thought chewed at the back of his head, a worry he refused to openly acknowledge, even in his own mind. I don't think it's one of those nights.
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Post by texas on Aug 19, 2008 20:51:33 GMT -5
"Well if you are asking about my rib I would have to say I feel fine they tossed a manufactured one in there. I might have to start thinking about looking into more medical uses for what I make. The state of your room however, makes me want to cry. Quick, clean it up before I have to see it." Burying his face into a pillow he his his face.
"I don't hear your moving your lazy rear end." Zarek's voice came through muffled by the pillow as he snuggled into the bed.
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Post by Rook on Aug 19, 2008 22:13:26 GMT -5
"That's really temping but..."
the fuzziness of the alcohol in his head made the thought of cleaning anything laughable, and that was being mildly polite about it. He could see potential disagreements in the near future, but couldn't they wait until the morning?
He was pulled towards the bed helplessly by the overpowering nap rays it produced.
He tapped Zarek on the head with one claw and growled
"I have a better idea, brace yourself..."
he paused dramatically
" I'll turn off the light and go to sleep".
He pulled the little metal lamp chord and folded his arms behind his head and grinned at the black shape he assumed was Zarek (Rook had poor eyesight) "See? Brilliant!"
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Post by texas on Aug 19, 2008 22:23:23 GMT -5
"You are such a prick you know that right?" Zarek pulled the pillow out from underneath his head and hit Rook with it. "Eat pillow you Mutt! Ha ha!" The tiger almost sound like one of the many corny movies where the hero tried to save the princess, but failed because he really wasn't the hero he just thought he was.
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Post by Rook on Aug 19, 2008 22:30:51 GMT -5
Rook growled swaying as the pillow smacked his head with all the bravado of a cartoon character, he lunged forward and jumping on Zarek, snatching the pillow from his side of the bed and smothering him under it, grinning as he said conversationally
"You know I think we really need to rethink that lovely honorific you've given me. Not that's it's not adorable 'n all...."
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Post by texas on Aug 19, 2008 22:41:03 GMT -5
Working his head fro under the pillow Zarek laughed. "I like it though. It shows that I care for you even though you are a hybrid, and that should mean a lot because I am a hundred percent tiger nothing more, nothing less. Now if you have a problem with me calling you Mutt I think you are going to have to get over it because I am not going to stop."
Moving his head up he nipped at Rook's unshredded ear. "You know you like it anyway. It is better than any other name I could call you. Regulus sounds like you have a stick up your butt, Rook is too formal, and anything else I could think of you would tape y mouth shut off even thinking about."
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Post by Rook on Aug 19, 2008 23:18:25 GMT -5
"Hey, I can't help what I was named, at least it wasn't "Alcor" like my big brother...God he was teased..."
He said batting the pillow away like a fly, watching it roll to the end of the bed as the tiger nipped at his good ear, and he pouted, his other ear flattening as he moved away from the tiger's face, tugging at it and then relenting and collapsing lazily back on the bed near Zarek's knees.
He raised his claws, curling and uncurling them in order to produce that soft white glow, the light guided him to Zarek's face above him.
He looked up into the other's eyes and drawled, his eyes glittering with amusement in the darkness.
"Well, that changes things! I see now that I am privileged to be held in high esteems by a pure bred Panthera tigris, oh please accept the humble apologies of a lowly hybrid, your Grace".
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Post by texas on Aug 24, 2008 11:47:18 GMT -5
"You are privileged, because you have a god in your bed. That is not the end of it though." Zarek growled playfully. "I am not just a god in your bed, I am a god in your bed that wishes to seduce you so that he can have your love." Wrapping his arms around the back of Rook's neck he winked.
"So what do you say Mutt? Are you man enough to take what is going on right now or are you going to run out of me? I'm sure there is someone else out in the world that will love me." Letting one of his paws trail down Rook's neck the tapped the wolverine's nose with the tip of his finger.
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Post by Rook on Aug 24, 2008 13:38:00 GMT -5
Seduce me? Almost sounds like it could be fun.
He shifted--only a little when Zarek embraced him, still not used to it yet it seemed, it was nice though, to be held by someone, especially someone who cared for him, even though the one doing the embracing and caring was an insufferably cocky bastard.
Despite the little bit of light coming off his claws he could barely see the tiger, only the frame of his sleek face, but his stripes stood out and almost seemed to flicker themselves like miniature brands of fire, there was a lot to be said for feline figures. Though Zarek's was different from those he had previously appreciated, the hard sloping lines made it definitley masculine, despite the graceful way cats were designed, even hulking jungle beasts---and childish bastards--like Zarek.
He wasn't sure of how good Zarek's eyesight was, but he stopped staring at him self consciously and laid his head down on the pillow, raising an eyebrow.
"Am I man enough"? He growled at the tiger on his back, showing his teeth a little in a competitive grin "That's one thing that you will never have to to ....he he... worry about".
The effect was flawed however by the rise in the lilt of his voice when Zarek's fingers tickled his neck.
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Post by texas on Sept 1, 2008 21:34:49 GMT -5
"Right, you will always be man enough until one of our enemies get their hands on you and decided they want to get you to talk. First thing to go will be your man-hood." Zarek smirked a little. "You can turn your night light off. Your sight may not be good in the dark but mine is. That is what you get for being a Mutt."
Zarek chuckled and rolled over onto his side. "Now in the morning I will wake up and leave the room as quickly as I can before I am forced to clean this abomination that you call a room. That is what I will do."
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Post by Rook on Sept 1, 2008 22:03:16 GMT -5
Rook winced visibly at the imagery, grunted like someone had pulled his whiskers really hard and said solemnly, horrified
"Don't joke about things like that"!
Really, though he hadn't put it to serious use in a while , he'd rather lose both his hands then that trouble-maker between his legs.
Great, now I'll have James Bond themed nightmares...
A smile tried to form at the corners of his mouth, but it diddn't quite make it. No grim thoughts hampered it, simply exhaustion. A lot had happened in a short amount of time.
Rook willed his claws to go out and laid his head down, the pillow was limp and smushed, the way he liked it.
Rather than rolling over he nearly always slept on his back, either with his arms hugging a pillow or folded behind his head. He opted for the second one this time and stretched a little before letting his tail fall limply from the bed.
"Goodnight Zarek"
His gruff, growl had traces of a sleepy laugh in it.
He was uncomfortable in his clothes, but he ignored it, staring up at the ceiling a bit, then at the shape of the tiger's back.
I've slept alone, in the middle of this bed since I bought it, when Jamie had nightmares we'd sleep on the couch, with the TV on mute...
Everything has to change, dosen't it? Anything that stays the same...
Thoughts were racing inside his head, ever active so even the alcohol hadn't completely quieted it, as usual, but eventually he managed to settle them down long enough to fall into a light sleep.
Still facing Zarek, his claws glittered briefly in as he dozed, the cords in his claws occasionally reflecting tiny strings of light on the ceiling, but not enough to be easily differentiated from the reflection of the city lights, and cold moonlight that also painted the wall above them softly.
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Post by texas on Sept 9, 2008 23:07:12 GMT -5
Hearing Rook's breathing become even Zarek shifted quietly and pulled off his shirt. The thing was too hot to have on. Tossing it onto the ground he snuggled more into the bed and shifted slightly towards Rook. Closing his eyes he drifted to sleep to the sound of Rook's snoring.
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