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Roman Godfrey

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    “Am I, now?” He’s still grinning, raising one hand to push his hair back. The length it was by now was ridiculous, but he would wait until someone actually said something before getting it a bit shorter again. All but a priority, really, and he takes Roman’s hand to drag himself up all too willingly.

    Of course there are things to worry about, and he will, and might already do it in the back of his mind, but those are all pushed back for now. It’s supposed to be alright. At least for a few minutes or hours, it should be. The things that will be necessary to think about — what this means, what this changes — well, those will not run from him. He can get a headache from it after proper sleep.

    “Yes, I know, you need your beauty sleep. I don’t even want to imagine you without your sixteen hours. In fact you’re a cat, not an upyr. Go then. I’m not gonna carry you.”

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    “Ah, screw you,” Roman returned, dragging Peter in the direction of his bedroom. "If I remember right, you are the one who takes 16 hours. How long have you been on that couch today?"

The Upir grinned at Peter as they entered the bedroom. "I'm glad we're taking care of Nadia ourselves. I'd hate to have to put a sock on the door or some shit." Already dressed down for bed (as that's where he'd been heading before Nadia began to impersonate a siren), he flopped down on to the sheets immediately, tucking in. "Come on. The sheets are soft. 1800 thread count." He shifted so he was in the middle of the bed, leaving both sides open to Peter for choice, while still guaranteeing Roman his comfort (and, of course, contact). "I probably won't bite. Unless I get hungry." 

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    Something about this sentence still irritated him, and it took him a moment to realize it’s the simple phrase “can we” instead of “can I”. It just sounds weird, not quite wrong, but not quite right, either. Because it will still take a while until what just happened — what it means, truly and on a long term — will be properly set into his head, and this is ridiculous, he’s always quick to response to an unexpected turn, so why isn’t he now?

    Maybe because that’s just what it is not — unexpected, that is. In a way, it is, has been, or maybe just wishful thinking. Either of those things, it’s not so much something coming out of the blue, but rather —

    He notices he’s been quiet for too long, wrapped up somewhere in his own thoughts, and that he should probably give an answer, any sort of answer at all before Roman, in his eternal self pity (given — he was just as much of a master in this at times) wouldn’t think he fucked up already, wouldn’t get all pissed and annoyed and even more, annoying again after he just managed to lighten his mood at least for a bit.

    “Sure. Before you start dragging me up there, I’ll come voluntarily.” The grin he gives is a small one, crooked and with a fondness that’s hard to describe, one he wouldn’t think of himself able to after all what happened within the last year. It quick enough turns into a small laugh, surprisingly light and easy in this house way too big for just one, or two people by far. Maybe he will be able to stay, who knows. Maybe not, maybe it’s too deep down in his bones, but he can try — if just for the moment, he will, he will for sure. “Get off me then, you damn jerk. You’re heavy.”

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   Roman rolled his eyes, climbing off Peter's lap. "You weren't complaining a minute ago. Admit it. You're a cuddler." He offered Peter a fond smile and a hand to help him up. There was, however, a bit of hesitation there, as he realized that he didn't actually know if Peter's blood would draw him. He'd never been hungry around Peter, really. What would it be like if he hit a point where Peter's blood called to him every time they were close?

   He shook his head. He wasn't going to let himself Twilight all over their relationship. Not until he had to. He focused instead on another topic: Nadia.

"I left the baby monitor on in Nadia's room," Roman informed Peter. "So if she cries, we'll hear her. Meaning you'll hear her, because I intend to sleep like the dead- obvious corpse pun not actually intended."

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    It’s — irritating, to see Roman like that, calm and nice and sort of clingy. Irritating, but not unpleasant. It actually does something to his self-esteem he’s not going to mention, because look at this, one kiss and Roman Godfrey is totally addicted. Not that he feels much different, actually, not with the grin that stays lingering on his lips the entire time, not with the fact he needs to keep touching and reaching over. But it’s not like he has a reputation to uphold onto that, anyway.

    “If you take me there, they will fall unconscious anyway.” It comes with a shrug, and the slightest bit of an even wider grin. Probably. People talked already, anyway, and he didn’t give much of a damn, but it surely would be more than amusing. It is nice. It is also scary, to a point, because really? Letting yourself in with an upir doesn’t necessarily sound like the brightest idea, but it’s too late, heck, it was too late at the latest the first time they spoke to each other. If it ends up with a bad end, well, at least it should be worth it. Roman’s taste and the small smirk and how different his skin feels against Peter’s own seem pretty much worth it. Having him this close definitely is. 

    “I think we’ll still piss each other off a lot.” It’s nearly laughing, leaning in to press a chase kiss on the other’s neck. “But I think we can make up better than with sulking and yelling now.” It’s nice to think to have a place to belong. Scary, but nice.

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     Roman went to respond, to proposition Peter or make a snarky remark on their position, but was interrupted by his own yawn. He'd almost forgotten how the conversation began, but now that his exhaustion made itself known, he was determined to do something about it. Shifting on Peter's lap, he murmured, "Does this mean we can go to bed now? Because I'm fuckin' tired, and my bed is much nicer than the couch. Something I'm sure you'll agree with, because sleeping on this thing all day couldn't have been fun, comfy as it is."

The idea of curling up to sleep beside someone lit up inside Roman, filling him with a sense of joy and optimism he'd not felt in a long time, as all of this had. He'd been so resigned, so convinced that he'd be alone forever, that the knowledge that someone could and did feel something for him was euphoric.

He'd likely end up holding to tight, in the end, but Roman couldn't help it. He'd thought this was impossible. That his life would be composed of worrying over Nadia and drinking blood produced in a lab under the world's most psychologically confusing scientist, not sitting on the couch kissing and making loose plans for the future. 

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   Is he that bad of an actor? Really? He thought he might have had his features a little bit better under control. He thought that Roman wouldn’t see just how worried and scared he is. For a moment, he just breathes in deeply, his grip tightening a bit on his shirt, licking his lips as he tried to get a response out, but he’s faster anyway, and draws a hoarse laugh out of him.

   ”You won’t? Fuck, what do I do with a rich guy then if he won’t even take me out? You should have told me before, really. Kid’s not even mine.”

   He shook his head lightly, sighing, but this one is more relief maybe. Something he didn’t intent to show that openly either, but okay, he was a fucking bad actor and he had to deal with that. Worse things to be, he guessed. 

    Probably.

   ”I think I’ll just call you jerk, anyway.”

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Roman, unable to resist now that he'd had a taste, placed a small kiss to the corner of Peter's mouth. "I can live with that. And if you want, I could always drag you to fundraisers and shit at the Tower. We can spike punch, pretend to eat their vegan shit, and sneak off in the middle of speeches for semi-public sex." He grinned at Peter. "Much better than small talk and five-star restaurants."

He laced his fingers further in Peter's hair, playing with the strands. "No wonder Nadia like this. Your hair is fuckin' soft." He combed through it with his hands, placing a couple more tiny kisses to the side of Peter's face.

Pulling back a bit to face Peter more directly, Roman spoke up again on a more serious note. "So, are we good now? Or can we at least spend less time pissing each other off and more time like this?" He gestured to his position on Peter's lap. "Because this is pretty fuckin' awesome."

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