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"The opposite of Wiccan," Jean-Paul snorts. "My day? Pretty uneventful, to be honest. Mostly just dull financial meetings. I left early to get some shopping done." He smiles softly. "I my have gone a bit overboard. My sister talked me out of buying you a car."
Shopping? Wait, for him? David is left staring at him in momentary shock. He had not gotten Jean-Paul a lot of things. Just... things he'd put a lot of thought and emotion into.
"I don't know that a car would be wise anyway. I sorta wrecked every jet I've ever piloted and all."
And they'd mostly pay a lot of money for a car, and then a lot of money to park it. But the thing was, Jean-Paul didn't need to prove anything. David knew he was loved. His partner showed it in other ways. Taking him skiing, nearly losing the will to live without him, trying to subtly suggest that maybe one day they might wed. No, David understood he was loved. Quite a bit.
"This is merely the warm up," David promises, his hand moving to lay on his lover's knee. "But don't eat too heavily. You promised to show me the city from the sky."
"It could be that I can't stand very high. I've only been flying a few times, and one of them was me being teleported over the lake behind the mansion and nearly falling to my death."
Not that he expects to be dropped. At all. But he wants to see it. To get to enjoy it.
At least Jean-Paul works with him and his very reasonable fear over not being able to fly himself. Human survival instincts will always still be there. But he accepts the soft kiss and even when Jean-Paul pulls back he stays there, eyes mostly closed, smiling to himself in pleasure.
"You're welcome. I don't know what for, but you're absolutely welcome."
See, mentioning it means undoing the redo, but David tries to ignore that. And David had ruined the thing too by by bringing Tommy back here. His fault.
"I'm not going to hit you. You had no reason to think of the day being important last time. Neither. It's the anniversary of waking up and making you waffles and having you agree to let me stick around. It's the anniversary of talking after I came back to bed with you, and before we had what was probably the third or fourth time. It's the anniversary of the day I left my sweatshirt here which you were wearing one of the times I came over again another day. It's the anniversary of you looking at me and smiling and me seeing that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance."
Oh love, please don't let those tears fall. Because then he might have to tease you for being nearly so sentimental as himself. Instead he keeps smiling and reaches out to put a hand on Jean-Paul's cheek.
"Yeah, you're a little punk. It was my favorite and now I barely get to wear it. But you look so good in it."
Jean-Paul snorts. "Yeah, I know you do." He lets David help him up and then follows him to the kitchen. He eyes the fridge, wishing he could go back in time to prevent himself from breaking things. He really does have a terrible temper.
"Always tempting," David just about purrs before starting into getting out salad makings. "Get me a nice salad going. I'm doing a full three courses. So very small salads, made just for us."
Though left overs mean things he can take to work.
"I can do salad tossing." Said without a hint of humor. He takes what David has given him and pulls out a cutting board so he can slice up the grape tomatoes.
"Can we open the champagne I didn't break or is that for dinner proper?"
He really does feel badly about it, but this is Jean-Paul and he's terrible at apologising.
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8/2/20 04:42 (UTC)"I don't know that a car would be wise anyway. I sorta wrecked every jet I've ever piloted and all."
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8/2/20 04:52 (UTC)Jean-Paul, as bad as he is with emotions, truly is the type to shower someone with gifts in an attempt to prove his affection.
"Thank you for cooking. This is great."
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8/2/20 04:54 (UTC)"This is merely the warm up," David promises, his hand moving to lay on his lover's knee. "But don't eat too heavily. You promised to show me the city from the sky."
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8/2/20 05:05 (UTC)Not that he expects to be dropped. At all. But he wants to see it. To get to enjoy it.
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8/2/20 05:16 (UTC)Food forgotten for the moment, Jean-Paul turns fully to David and presses a soft kiss to his lips.
"David? Merci."
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8/2/20 05:18 (UTC)"You're welcome. I don't know what for, but you're absolutely welcome."
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8/2/20 05:32 (UTC)He laughs suddenly. "Don't hit me, but is this literally the FIRST time anniversary or the first planned date?"
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8/2/20 05:40 (UTC)"I'm not going to hit you. You had no reason to think of the day being important last time. Neither. It's the anniversary of waking up and making you waffles and having you agree to let me stick around. It's the anniversary of talking after I came back to bed with you, and before we had what was probably the third or fourth time. It's the anniversary of the day I left my sweatshirt here which you were wearing one of the times I came over again another day. It's the anniversary of you looking at me and smiling and me seeing that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance."
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8/2/20 05:46 (UTC)"That's still my favourite sweatshirt," he admits.
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8/2/20 05:50 (UTC)"Yeah, you're a little punk. It was my favorite and now I barely get to wear it. But you look so good in it."
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8/2/20 06:05 (UTC)"I do," he agrees. "...when you left it here... I remember putting it on. I felt a bit guilty, but it smelled like you and I couldn't help it."
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8/2/20 06:07 (UTC)"Well that must have been an interesting moment. Realizing you wanted wrapped up in my scent."
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8/2/20 06:10 (UTC)Some more snuggling. "You stole my heart."
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8/2/20 06:12 (UTC)He reaches up to toy with Jean-Paul's hair a bit.
"I'm sorry. I have no intention of returning it."
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8/2/20 06:16 (UTC)He beams. "Good. Should I get off of you?"
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8/2/20 06:18 (UTC)"Maybe I am. And yes, as much as I hate losing you, I do have dinner to prepare. I promised."
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8/2/20 06:35 (UTC)He slides off of his lap.
"Can I help?"
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8/2/20 16:16 (UTC)"Yeah, you can. I've got a few things your hands can be used for."
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9/2/20 07:41 (UTC)"Boss me around, love of my life."
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9/2/20 18:33 (UTC)Though left overs mean things he can take to work.
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9/2/20 19:25 (UTC)"Can we open the champagne I didn't break or is that for dinner proper?"
He really does feel badly about it, but this is Jean-Paul and he's terrible at apologising.
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9/2/20 20:56 (UTC)Though he can be convinced to do otherwise.
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