#gingerrxsnaps

[remusetlupus]

Remus ⇄ Maddock

REMUS: Where are you?

REMUS: I'm making us dinner

[lehadlik]

@gingerrxsnaps ctd from x

It had taken them so long to get Maddock off the pitch, and even longer to allow Alphard into his hospital room. He’s not family, not officially, but between his money and rage, and Marlene’s approval, Maddock has not spent one moment alone. Alphard himself has been sneaking back into his room every night after all his meetings to sleep, just in case his lover woke up in the night.

He’s groggy when he finally does wake up, and Alphard has never felt such relief. Even though he looks so alarmed, Alphard has never felt such calm as he explained.

“You and the team are no longer a part of my enterprise. I’m staying on to consult here and there, but I had the choice to sell and be honest, or continue to own and have to hide. I don’t want to hide anymore, Mads. I haven’t announced anything about us yet, but we can, when you’re better. For now, I’m here, and I don’t care who sees if you don’t.”

[m-illeadh]

"Wha' are we, exactly?" (gingerrxsnaps from Maddock, with love)

@gingerrxsnaps | the COMMERCIAL MEME  | accepting !

“    Cor. Heavy question.    ”

It’s NOT a date. She’s told herself that with every step. They’ve just gone for a walk. She needed the air, and he asked to come with, and… it’s NOT a DATE. But maybe she’s brushed his fingers a couple times with her own, bumped his arm with her shoulder, the sun turning the bridge of her nose a little pink despite her hat shading her face.

( MAYBE IT FEELS LIKE A DATE. SHE’S TOO SCARED TO ASK. )

“    I mean, if we’re getting TECHNICAL,    ”  she starts, continuing to walk, a few paces ahead of him now. The fields in front of her are beautifully vibrant. (  THERE’S A DEFINITE SKIP IN HER STEP.  ) Is she GLAD that he’s asked? Mary would be a terrible liar to say she’s not been asking herself that, too. “    We’re two people out on an ADVENTURE. Why, what d’YOU think we are?    ”  

She turns around, then, hands behind her back with a very SPECIFIC sort of smile on her face. Mary likes him. That much, she WILL tell herself with every step. She likes HIM, and she certainly likes having him around. She likes the TICKLE on her skin when he’s so close she can feel him breathing. The electric in her veins when his fingertips trace her lines; and his VOICE, oh, MERLIN, his voice. There’s a pause, and then a STEP, and she speaks up again, happy to keep a few yards’ distance. For now.

“    That is… IF we are, really, anything?    ”

[lehadlik]

They've had dinner, even a sweet dance or two around the living room and Maddock has taken his time while Alphard is in the shower spreading out the collection of boxes on the bed. In one box, a slender strap of silk and the other is a more traditional rope. The kind that bites at flesh and will leave marks for sure. He had already given him a traditional gift of aged brandy and engraved glass, this was just a bonus. "Choose, love, an' we'll finish this evenin' right."

The shower is good, even if he’s alone. His head his buzzing with the idea of brandy, and the sweetness of his gift. The brandy may sit on the shelf for a long time, but the thought counts for more than enough. Alphard is quick to leave the shower, towel wrapped around his hips, and he quirks his brow at the spread before him.

“What’s this? More gifts? You’ve outdone yourself.” He slips into the bed beside his lover, kissing the younger man quickly before turning to the boxes. His eyes light up as the rope and silk is unveiled. “My, my. This is a lovely surprise, sir.”

[remusetlupus]

@expectoxpatr-ohno <3′d for a starter

      -- “Don’t act so surprised; I’m allowed to take care of my family too. That includes breakfast on Christmas morning.

[lehadlik]

“  walk with me?  ” (gingerrxsnaps)

@gingerrxsnaps

“Walk with you?” Alphard has no intentions of saying no, but he has to ponder a bit first. He taps his chin, sighing in what he hopes to be a contemplative manner. He tries to remember if any of his companions have ever asked to walk him home, or joined him for a stroll outside. Even the one he keeps coming back to in his mind when he thinks of lovers. And he can’t think of a single instance. How sad.

“Where shall we go?”

[remusetlupus]

@gingerrxsnaps cont. from here:

If he was completely honest, the only reason he’d rushed down James Potter’s stairs, out the front door, and across the street in less than a minutes was because he’d seen the ginger boy finally emerge from the inside of the house after hours of the werewolf worriedly staring out the window. Marlene had sent them word of her brother’s injuries, specifically for Remus’ sake of course; whether she’d done it to tease him or to help him, he couldn’t quite fully understand.

But now, there he was, leaning on the gate and smiling right back when Maddock finally met his concerned gaze. 

      -- “Well I was hoping my presence would have been enough, but...I could always go find something for you.”