He curled his arm under his head and smiled at the twin pair of eyes. The other fingers curled around his glass and lifted them to his lips allowing only a small drop of the liquid to past. "And you Monseur Ambrosia Garagrin are many adjectives. " His fingers traveled beyond the lips touching the side of the freckled face before falling through the crimson curls. As he drew back he stole a piece of sliced Hailibit between two of his fingers. He offered it to the puckered lips. "I think I like charming most of all."

it was hard as hell to get through the hour-long meal without making a scene and harder minding himself on the ride home but was worth it when as soon as they made it back inside of the apartment pyce sprung on him and reeling towards the bed they landed in a hot tangle of lips and limbs, lust and love. it was not until he had wrestled the other into submission and now, into a near coma. feeling tired himself but not quite ready to sleep off the good meal and great sex he instead remained there half propped up by a salvaged pair of pillows watching lights and the moon fight for dominance over one mocha shoulder as it crested over the silvery-white expanse of the ruined sheets. silently he wondered how something as ridiculous as a one-way mirror and lax id checks could have led up to this, he grinned. sheer happenstance and luck

He had dreams of the steady heart beat and like towards the end of their vacation he woke up with a sincere thirst that drove wild. He could not feel breathing or if Ambrosia was awake but could count the thumps like a dancers steps. He fought his need for a drink in favor of curling up along the stomach. When the sun cascaded on orange glow over his lover, Galvin finally rose from his bed. It was best to feed his dog and walk him before Ambrosia deemed him a nuiance and woke up. Finding his pants he made his way to the kitchen. There were no left overs to snack on, and water did little to sedate his thirst.

he woke alone but the dog was gone and most of pyce's clothes were still strewn about. taking this as a sign he wasn't left he ordered in breakfast cater to counteract whatever garbage the other might or might not bring home

Upon his return, he could see a delievery man leaving the abode. Riding the elevator upstairs the smells of the hall confirmed it. Galvin jostled his bag and dog to find his keys and attempted to quietly return, though Agamemnon saw to ruin his guise. He set his items on the counter and grinned at Ambrosia before realizing the man was trying to bribe his dog with something unhealthy. "So you are why he is getting sluggish." He said "No more after that one." He said as he started pulling an array of fruits and a carton of eggs out of the bag. "Do you want an omelet or pancakes?"

slipping the sausage to the dog he looked up, "belgian waffles with both link and sliced sausage with eggs benedict white wheat or rye toast and a variety of jams to make a frenchman cry. don't bother i ordered enough to last the rest of the morning"

He looked at Ambrosia and with a raise brow he put the things he gathered into the refigerator. Walking up to Ambrosia with a strawberry he offered it to the rippen lips. "If I didn't know any better I would say you still have plans to incapitate me and leave me bed stricken." he grinned.

darkly chuckling he bit down on the offered fruit and nipping it in two ate the tip, "if i get you fat enough you cannot escape out the door.... i could get into chubby chasing without the 'chase'"

"If I were bigger I could not do this..."

When he woke it was mid afternoon, and AMbrosia had somehow gotten a paper. Rolling over to his side he looked at the other amused before pushing off the blankets. Galvin tried to slide off the bed with out the other noticing but it seemed whip cream was not a proper cure for real food. He swayed to the kitchen and finding the ingrediants he bought earlier cooked both him an Ambrosia an omelet.

he had already eaten showered, dressed, called in, did the morning's work and had a paper delivered by the time pyce woke from his sleep and making sure it looked like he wasn't paying attention he watched the other wobble out of the bedroom. keeping an ear cocked he heard not the sound of the bathroom but the fridge. getting up he let the paper fall to the bed as he went to see what pyce was doing

He moved automatically, whipping the eggs, chopping things and still in his half sleep daze he managed to cut on the stove and warm up the oil. While the pan slowly heated, Galvin sauntered past Ambrosia making his way towards the bathroom. He had just enough time to use it and clean before hearing the crackle of the oil. He poured the ingredents in and let them cook before turning to Ambrosia with a raised brow.

he realized too late that it was a ruse and pyce was already damp and clean by the time he had looked through the ingredients and thought to question where the other had gone, "i thought you were just going to go put pants on. you are a sneaky bitch galvin pyce." offering a mock frown he moved to kiss those devious cherry-red lips

He couldn't help the grin that spread like butter. With a firm toss he flipped the vegetables in the pan before feeding off more of the plump pink lips. His hands found access to Ambrosia's tummy. "I can't make it that easy." he said letting his hand rub upwards till it cupped the chin. "Would you like something to eat?"

he grinned at the words, "is that an offer galvin pyce?" he got a grin in return. "you are too large already." "large fat or large large? don't be so wishy-washy or i will take it as a sign of consent and eat you like the sweet little red-hood you are." pulling the pan of veggies from the fire he nipped at the neck though they quickly went back on, "don't refuse a wolf little red-hood, otherwise he will eat you right up and leave nothing behind." again he pulled the food from the flame only this time he bit hard enough to get the message across

It was hard to refuse such an offer that made his spine curl. The warm tongue felt as hot as the stove and in vain, Galvin thrust his hips backwards attempting to gain a little space between them. It only encourage the mans antics. He moved to the center of his shoulder blades any wiggling turned the pin more erotic then it should have been. "Some pray is not so easy." He said though he could hear the cracks in his own declaration.