#dolce preview

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Why was he doing this to himself? Still, the look Felix gave the fork before smiling and shaking his head was almost worth the way Felix was leaning forward.

“What, feeding each other? Let's hope not,” Felix answered, but sure enough he took the bite and Locus got to watch as Felix's eyes fluttered briefly closed and he pulled back from the fork, taking the food with him and leaving his lips trailing over the metal in a way that while not pornographic probably wouldn't have been seen as acceptable for general audiences. Or at least not in Locus's mind.

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Again he hesitated for half a moment before pushing on. “I... once had a client, some guy, doesn't matter who okay? He wanted me to go on a date with him. Simple, right? And the pay was good, so I went. After that he kept asking for me. And asking. And asking. And asking. Which is completely fine. I figured I did a good job. Then the psycho started showing up at my apartment. Which I know doesn't sound weird because you've been to mine, but it's a rule in our company. None of the clients are supposed to know where we live, what our personal info is...” Felix trained off for a long moment while he realized just how badly he'd fucked up with Locus on those rules.

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“And you?” Locus asked, his hand twisting so that Felix was holding it and Locus's thumb was running over his skin over and over. “Are you going to be okay with this? You need to be more confident, which I haven't seen from you yet today. Look around you, Felix. Everything you see in this place would belong to my spouse. Belong to you. Act like it.”

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“Nothing like a space craft,” Felix groaned as Locus held out his hand to help Felix onto the stationary dock. He, of course, then proceeded to stagger a few steps, trying to get his balance back, and Locus managed not to chuckle. “I didn't throw up. I was, however, miserable in the bed. Thank god for land.”

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“One last thing... What are you wearing?”

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As always... Bless the Felix and Locus dynamic in Dolce.

It was a perfect moment. The smell of the sea and sand. The soft rasp of waves licking against the shore. The gentle giggle of air through the palm fronds high overhead. A dark sky lit with more stars than really should have been possible on this world, and a warm yellow-glow cast all around him by the dimmed lights in the villa. He could taste the salt of the air in his mouth, and that taste was more of his childhood than Locus really knew how to explain. There was even that ever present sensation of wet sand between his toes, sand and salt drying onto his legs from his earlier walk along the beach.

It was a perfect moment. Of course his phone would start ringing with the annoying tone Locus had selected for Felix.

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He watched as Felix stared at the ring box, stared down at it and slowly opened it, and Locus did his best not to sigh at the way the man's eyes went wide. Locus knew what he was looking at. Even if this was business, there was something about this whole thing that was still slightly personal. The whole thing had to be believable, and so Locus had gone out ring shopping with Doyle. To find something he thought he might get if he was interested in ever proposing to anyone. Something that he wouldn't mind wearing a mate to. Which meant a simple platinum band that Felix had to be staring down at now and processing how much he could sell it for, or something.