[ Lestat can feel the water soaking him through now, making his hair heavy and his skin slick and warm. It's not easier to touch Louis like this, because it's never difficult to slide hands over his smooth skin, but it's certainly different; the water changes the friction from something electric to something deep, as though instead of touching flesh he's touching something more ethereal, like his soul, like his energy. Lestat can feel in every fibre of himself the magnetised connection to the body under his hands, and for a moment it has him rapt as though staring into a bottomless pool of sparkling water. ]
I want you to know me.
[ It falls from him so suddenly that it surprises even him. His eyebrows raise slightly, pale colour touching the tips of his ears now visible as his hair clings to his face, but he presses his lips together as if to steel his resolve before he speaks again. ]
I have only ever wanted you to know me, even when the idea of it scared me more than anything.
[ Their long years together and every blow of words had been made in some way by Lestat's desperation to be recognised in Louis' eyes, and even though the guilt and the sight of himself so changed by his own foolishness undeniably frightens him in some way, this reverence in Louis voice and the tender honesty of his curious touches soothes him like a balm. For this moment he'd leave all inhibitions behind willingly, he'd devote himself entirely in whatever way he had to, just to keep this feeling alive in his heart. In both of their hearts.
He kisses him again, unable to resist the closeness, equally frustrated it isn't as close as they could be given Louis' condition, but determined to take exactly as much as he can get. He trails his tongue along Louis' fangs, along his blunt front teeth, along his lower ones and along his lips; he sucks his lower lip into his mouth, letting out a soft groan at the pull of resistance, the taste of him, the heat of him. The hand still on his torso slides upward, fingers pressing ever so slightly into his ribs, stopping just short of his wound before he finally, reluctantly, pulls back. ]
I think we've become quite distracted from the task at hand.
[ His voice is low and affectionate, and his expression betrays the fact that he doesn't care in the slightest. ]
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I want you to know me.
[ It falls from him so suddenly that it surprises even him. His eyebrows raise slightly, pale colour touching the tips of his ears now visible as his hair clings to his face, but he presses his lips together as if to steel his resolve before he speaks again. ]
I have only ever wanted you to know me, even when the idea of it scared me more than anything.
[ Their long years together and every blow of words had been made in some way by Lestat's desperation to be recognised in Louis' eyes, and even though the guilt and the sight of himself so changed by his own foolishness undeniably frightens him in some way, this reverence in Louis voice and the tender honesty of his curious touches soothes him like a balm. For this moment he'd leave all inhibitions behind willingly, he'd devote himself entirely in whatever way he had to, just to keep this feeling alive in his heart. In both of their hearts.
He kisses him again, unable to resist the closeness, equally frustrated it isn't as close as they could be given Louis' condition, but determined to take exactly as much as he can get. He trails his tongue along Louis' fangs, along his blunt front teeth, along his lower ones and along his lips; he sucks his lower lip into his mouth, letting out a soft groan at the pull of resistance, the taste of him, the heat of him. The hand still on his torso slides upward, fingers pressing ever so slightly into his ribs, stopping just short of his wound before he finally, reluctantly, pulls back. ]
I think we've become quite distracted from the task at hand.
[ His voice is low and affectionate, and his expression betrays the fact that he doesn't care in the slightest. ]