( Again, Louis wishes that he had the presence of mind and the blood in his veins it would take to properly appreciate this moment. Not even to do anything different, not necessarily — though there is a definite appeal to the idea of touching Lestat like this in another context, to finding out just what they can still feel. But if he had time, he would memorize every centimeter of Lestat's body with his hands, worshiping him with caresses.
Another night, he tells himself. They have time, don't they? He feels a tremor of doubt in him, and he tries not to think of how Halloween is approaching, and how he can't shake the superstitious fear that Lestat might vanish again. Akasha is gone, yes, but this place has such a hold on them, and people do go missing here without a trace...
Louis tips his jaw to give Lestat better access to his neck and his sensitive ear, making a soft sound in his throat. )
Have I distracted you? I should apologize.
( He doesn't, though. His voice trembles, and he shivers at the touch of Lestat's lips, fingers sliding into his hair again. )
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Another night, he tells himself. They have time, don't they? He feels a tremor of doubt in him, and he tries not to think of how Halloween is approaching, and how he can't shake the superstitious fear that Lestat might vanish again. Akasha is gone, yes, but this place has such a hold on them, and people do go missing here without a trace...
Louis tips his jaw to give Lestat better access to his neck and his sensitive ear, making a soft sound in his throat. )
Have I distracted you? I should apologize.
( He doesn't, though. His voice trembles, and he shivers at the touch of Lestat's lips, fingers sliding into his hair again. )