you were the answer to my dreams

Those two simple words prompted a small smile upon his features as the vampire momentarily juggled those mugs of that creamy, sweet cocoa, that door proved to be temporarily problematic and yet, with a bit of care he managed all the same. He could hardly help the grin that settled upon his features at the simple glimpse of the fae King, that heartbeat that vibrated ever so constantly upon his finger momentarily seemed to increase in it's pace, the vampire unable to help that satisfaction that came with knowing he was responsible for such a reaction with the man. Gingerly, he placed those cups upon his lover's desk, assuring Dorian that, surely, he required both a treat and a distraction from the stress that had certainly come with Catalonia's announcement of independence from both Spanish and Italian rule. That warm smile upon Dorian's own features was surely all the distraction Sebastian himself required, how the fae so had a fashion of making him near melt, even after all those months he'd spent with his lover. That comment that Dorian would have certainly settled for him alone brought a warm chuckle to his lips, his head bobbed ever so slightly in return to that utterance of appreciation. "You get me every night, ma bichette. It's not every night I make you hot chocolate though." This, it seemed, was a rather important point, one Sebastian quite purposefully reminded his lover.

Slowly, the vampire made his way around that desk, that simple playful conversation hardly enough for that simple touch he found himself near constantly desiring from the Monarch. Though he truly did his best not to beset Dorian with the full breadth of his near neediness, Sebastian could certainly not deny that those simple desires to cling could, at times, near overwhelm him.He suspected, largely, that such was a combination of that near endless love Dorian seemed to coax from him and those more feral possessive urges he often stove to ignore. As it was, the Englishman hardly saw a reason to deny himself that sweet, simple kiss, the man near savoring the taste of Dorian's lips against his own, fleeting though it was. He leaned back upon that desk beside the King, entirely willing to take every moment of Dorian's time that he might be offered before someone made the effort to chase him from the room. Rather, he was more than content to simply watch as dorian's finger swept across that whipped cream, ruining that perfect picture worthy mug just for a rather undignified taste of that sweet dairy topping. That sound that reverberated from the King's lips prompted that warm simper back upon Sebastian's own, at least, until he found himself inquiring as to the current state of that delicate political situation that had taken so much of Dorian's time.

That simple frown that graced his lover's features certainly told him all that he needed to know, his own forehead crinkling ever so slightly as he listened wordlessly to the fae King. At the very least, he supposed it was relieving that the Spanish government seemed more than content to intervene, though if the news was truthful, their heavy hand seemed to create but more strife within that already precarious situation. Still, he could hardly blame Dorian for wishing some time away from that affair that had preoccupied so much of his time of late. He watched with a raised brow as that computer screen was flicked off, the Monarch's phone followed suit soon after. "You know, you're just going to cause Emma to drive all the way over here having a heart attack that she can't get in touch with you." The vampire responded, hardly bothering to voice that knowledge that she'd likely attack his phone before jumping to such conclusions, she'd certainly had done so before. "But...I think I will enjoy a little time away from Catalonia too." That admittance was soft, the vampire entirely willing to follow his lover's suit as he reached for his own cup of hot chocolate, the beverage cradled in his hands if only for the sheer warmth that near radiated from that cup.

He could hardly help that grin that fluttered across his features as Dorian shifted from that desk, near slumping in the chair with the worst sort of posture he could ever imagine upon the usually dignified man. Even so, he hardly saw a need to intervene it what was likely the first relaxing moment the King had all evening. That simple touch of Dorian's leg brushing against his own was, in itself, certainly welcoming. Sebastian was hardly surprised at that inquiry of that guest list, one Dorian and Emma had been after him for what felt like months now, his continual struggle with it had nearly become a point of teasing within their household, though truthfully, in comparison, at least Dorian had someone to put his together. He was certain it was hardly fair and yet, he hadn't quite realized the sheer number of all those involved. "I think I finished mine...by my last count I was at three hundred and fifty-two. The crazy thing is Emma's estimation doesn't even include the public that will be there either." He pointed out, the Englishman certainly remembering well those lined streets at that last British Royal wedding. He suspected Italy's turnout would be much the same, as peculiar as it was to even imagine them all present for his wedding.

Sebastian slowly brought that mug to his lips sipping upon that hot chocolate and it's quickly melting whipped cream, that taste was damn near glorious, even if it was to be expected of that French cocoa. He glanced up from his inspection of the beverage at that mention of a date for their wedding, a number to finally be given of that special day. It was curious, really, how this detail seemed to make that event all the more real to the man, far more than their guest list or wedding planners. Any consideration he might have given to such a date, however, was interrupted by that racing of those four puppy paws, that near neverending bundle of joy within their life entirely keen to throw himself at Dorian, sock in mouth with the clear demand to play. Sebastian could hardly help the roll of his eyes, through truthfully he was hardly perturbed by the inevitable ruining of that garment. "Thank goodness no, though I think we might have to invest in some proper toys for him soon before he goes through our whole wardrobe." He could hardly help that small shake of his head, even though it was no secret his adoration for that puppy.

It was that mention of a mysterious something, however, that drew his attention away from Maxwell and back to that topic of weddings. "Hm?" He inquired, watching his lover and yet, whilst Dorian so saw fit to fetch that enigmatic object, Sebastian still considered that date that was so required of them. "Would it be okay to do it in late autumn or winter, do you think? I know it wouldn't be terribly kind on the public if they were waiting outside but..." His voice trailed off, a small frown near tugging at the corner of the Englishman's features. It was those hours of evening that Sebastian found himself considering. Though spring and summer weddings were certainly nicer by all means, the time he had to spend on that special day was decidedly...limited, at least, not without Dorian's affinity. Even so, they had never truly tried to keep him alive without the King's presence and some wedding traditions he was determined to see through. Perhaps they could install heat lamps on the streets or some such thing, although, the cost of it might not truly be worth it for Sebastian's sake alone. Still, the thought of battling that daylight for that length of time necessary for their wedding near made him itch to even consider.

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