The Sun Also Rises

Sebastian's gentle assurance between those sips of tea that they did not need to go out momentarily saw that warm simper so find his own lips once more, the Fae King so entirely inclined to this idea as well. Spending the evening within Sebastian's bed was a decidedly enticing thought, one they had engaged in the previous night, the pair having seen no need to wander further then the vampire's garden. Dorian remaining determined to practice his efforts even if the blooming of flowers was hardly the fullest extent of his power and perhaps no longer challenging the man as he surely should be in his exploration of such an affinity. For now however, Dorian could hardly argue that not moving was an equally pleasing plan. Ah, but how lazy he had become! Yet too, the Monarch is entirely assured it is hardly laziness and more so the very notion that he had everything he so desired within this very room and this very bed. How easy it would be to simply enjoy it for it another night- although truly he had been several nights away from Samantha now, the man assured he need return sooner rather than later to his female companion. For tonight however, he allows such thoughts to slide once more, his attention seized by the newest of paragraphs within his book, this notion of dehydration seeming to entice his every curious mind away from his plans for this evening and towards the idea that this condition so seemed to be that which afflicted his lover- at least in some sense. Dorian so wholly aware there was nothing within this book capable of effecting his companion and yet the Fae saw little need not to tease at him all the same.

The silver of his gaze so readily meets the vampires own as the tea and newspaper are laid carefully aside, Sebastian leaning forward to read that paragraph Dorian presented to him before assuring him that such a word was perhaps better applied when used with water as opposed to blood. Dorian frowning softly in contemplation of this newest fact as the vampire leaned back against that mahogany headboard, those teasing words that followed bringing yet another chuckle to his lips before his own head nodded softly in agreement to such a statement.

"Yes, this is true, the latter has a far more appealing sound to it- I do so enjoy hearing you say it."

His own form shifts once more, Dorian so purposefully readjusting himself within his lovers lap and more fully against this more sensitive areas of his companion's form, content to pretend entirely as if such an action was hardly purposeful as his gaze remained fixated upon his book. The paragraph upon dehydration giving way to a discussion upon heat exhaustion and associated symptoms. How fickle the mortal form was! Such a book veritably filled with aliment after ailment that so threatened to bring illness of disease upon the human form. If but one part of the body so succumbed to any injury several other parts seeming content to follow. How glorious it was, to be so immortal as never to have to fear such things as sickness or disease. He moves easily to turn the page, eyes widening slightly at this new chapter he had reached, this notion of 'vaccination' as equally astounding to the man before his gaze feel upon that photograph of a syringe. Good lord! It is Sebastian's words that so seem to pull him from the plethora of concerns that had afflicted his mind over this odd device, Dorian glancing up once more to regard his lover.

"There is a new restaurant within the North, I thought perhaps we might try it if you'd like? Perhaps though we might get ready sooner rather than later, my book has taken a frightful turn and I think I shall have to put it away."

One hand gestures briefly to that picture of the syringe, Dorian entirely wary of it, the man assured it might yet prove to be some device for torture (Dorian so having had the same fear over stethoscopes despite Sebastian and Elizabeth's assurance it was hardly as such) before the book was abruptly closed, the man leaning forward to place it upon the nightstand to finish later. His determination to get up, however, had proven decidedly short lived- Dorian rolling haphazardly onto his stomach now, nestled within Sebastian's lap still, one finger so tracing a pattern beneath those sheets and upon his companions thigh in a manner the Fae was so prone too in those quiet moments. Dorian having become near utterly familiar with every part of his companion, fingertips so relishing that cool skin before another thought so seemed to occupy his mind, features frowning just so.

"I think, Mon Cher, that the next time I so intend to share your bed for several days I shall have to bring more clothes, it has occurred to me I have been wearing the same outfit for several evenings now."

He had not, truly, spent terribly much time in his clothing these past few evenings and yet still it was not entirely proper to continue to wear the same outfit evening after evening, even if he was assured Sebastian hardly minded such a thing. Social decorum, after all, was perhaps a shared affliction between them both. That hand that so teased a pattern upon the mans leg so steadily traced its way upward, brushing against his lovers hip before tracing those toned planes of his stomach- Dorian entirely content, as always, to take advantage of his lovers hands being otherwise occupied by that teacup and what remained of his drink. Dorian curious in that moment as to how much of his teasing it might take to so see the English vampire relinquish his beloved tea. That impish simper worked its way onto his eternally youthful features, the Monarch leaning forward ever so slightly, moving those dark sheets to allow his lips to brush against his companions belly in a wholly playful fashion, Dorian moving slightly lower now- leaving that teasing trail in his wake before abruptly resting his head on his companions leg in a fashion wholly innocent. Such innocence however lasts only the barest of seconds, Dorian allowing one hand to brush entirely against that most sensitive part of his companion before his own affinity so flares to life, removing him from his lovers sight and surely derailing any attempt Sebastian may have made to reach for him. Dorian reappearing at the end of the bed a mere moment later upon his back, head rolled softly to the side to eye the vampire. That glorious grin so adorning his features, a chuckle rising easily within his throat.

"Ah, I fear you are too slow tonight, Mon Cher, this means we shall have to get up."

Dorian Aragona