Closed RP: Hey, it's not the 29th of February...or, why folk traditions can get stuffed

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((Sex abounds (FINALLY). You have been warned.))

Here's the thing about boys. The ones that act tough, macho, and cool generally are--until you take something away from them that they really wanted. Then they turn into Byron, but only keeping bears in their lodgings for warmth and smoking opium in extreme situations.

On a scale of Byronic 1-10, Mel estimates Brice is a 5 or so. He might not have slept. If he has, he cried into the pillow, or destroyed a piece of furniture before he did. Maybe he got drunk. He tends to forget how he died when he really wants a drink.

Unsure if she's facing a hangover, a case of sleep deprivation, tears or splinters, Mel walks into their room silently. Her own ring is burning a hole in her jeans pocket--it's like it shines brightly, even through the box. She tells herself not to worry, she'll be fine, and hey, at least nothing's broken, ripped, or puked on...

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"Thank you." Praise was praise. The kiss afterwards was nice, though. And her fingers over his back... Brice almost arched up and purred from pure pleasure. A dreamy smile spread across his face. Her skin was indescribably soft and there was lots of it, a whole world to explore over and over again. He knew it intimately of course, but sometimes there was a change, a freckle, a birth mark, that he had to examine thoroughly before continuing. There was nothing new this time, apart from the smell of sun and fresh flowers behind her ear, probably a memory of Heaven.

Making out was all good and well, but he'd spent a night without knowing where they were standing and whether or not he would keep her. He needed this. Her. Her touch, her scent, everywhere around him, he wanted that. There'd be kisses other days.

Brice kissed her back, and pulled her leg around his waist again. He loved her legs. They were long and perfect and sexy, especially when she hooked them around him to force him closer to her. It was nice to feel appreciated.

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Mel sighs happily, content. There's no full, furious fire of passion there was at the beginning of the relationship this time; it ebbs and flows. Right now they both need reminding of how much they love each other. Hence, the whips and chains will stay in the bedside drawer. Mel's hands creep down her side as he puts his lips to hers, edging down her jeans and his boxers at the same time.

She promises to get a new freckle before they have this again.

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Brice squirmed quite easily out of his boxers, and assisted her as best he could out of her jeans. Every patch of skin revealed he caressed gently, enjoying the sensation of her skin breaking out into goosebumps at his touch. Then he paused, carefully pulling her hair from her face so it wouldn't get in the way, and looked deep into her eyes.

The first time Brice came to Heaven he'd never found his own activity for lone study. He hadn't looked particularly hard for it nor been interested in anything but Angel Watch, to see if he could look after his brother that way. Singing or playing the bongos or taking care of animals did not appeal at all. Then he'd Fallen, and come back, and those Wednesday afternoons were filled with talks on How He Was Doing with Michael. Not exactly lone study, but it had to be done. And then Hogwarts, and Mel, and virtually every study here was on your own. He had yet to find that special something that made him glow with extra angelic energy.

Though this came pretty damn close.

He hummed with delight as she was completely undressed, drinking her in eagerly. She was beautiful. And she was his. She'd just promised. He leaned in and kissed her again, and his hand went to stroke the unbelievably silky skin of her inner thigh.

"Hey gorgeous," he murmured. "I love you."