The finger was enough to fall under the spell again and as the professor lay in the bed basking in the after glow he realized they had not even set a date. Stroking the black locks that curled around the chocolate torso, he let his own mind brew. When he felt the breath rise and fall in an even pace,the professor slipped out of the bed and found his stretch pants and decided to go outside.

( He will just wander around the outside of the house in a circumference around it, it doesn't want to get lost )

too much fooling around left him achy when he woke and with a rough taste in his mouth and a dull pain in his back he went to go potty and get a drink of water before heading for the kitchen to find out what the other was doing while he was asleep

There was a loud sound in the kitchen and the door swung wide. He twisted from his perch at the side of the house jogging in place. Twisting back around he saw Zosa searching the area that was clear for the backyard. Recalling a game they played in the pool once, he sweetly sang out to the other. "Marco"

he cheery-sounding word gave the man away and looking right at felix he came forward. unfortunately it seemed he would not get the man so easily for as he drew close felix danced away calling marco again

It felt different, to hear the crunch of leaves and the pounding of his footsteps against the uneven earth as he called out and his lover responded with gaining footsteps. He weaved just beyond the thrushes of the house until his lungs compelled him to slow down and even his hiding spot was not good enough to spare him the Saytar pulled him into his arms. Out of breath he could hear Zosa panting beside him. "Tag." He said kissing the boys hand.

he did not let go even as felix tried to distract him with kisses and instead pressed a return to the fide of the man's face, "fe-felix.. ha- forget greece, marry- ha- marry me here, now"

He let his lips fall onto Zosas before pulling back for air. "Make sure.. the preacher speaks... english." He said tugging zosa back into a kiss.

after they had caught their breath and roughhoused out on the lawn he softly asked if felix was sure and receiving an affirmation he gave the man a lingering soft kiss and that night he got on to see how quickly he could get flowers and a preacher

It was too bad they could not get things shipped from the lunar surface fast enough for their plans. He felt an odd happiness that he had not felt before. Leaving Zosa to his business he went downstairs to cook or something with his hands that could be done.

he ended up passing the entire night by while he typed searched ordered and set everything up and when morning came around felix left him to make food and he was left alone until the smell of sausage and eggs pulled him away downstairs

The sunny side turned into scrambled as the professor, flipped and stirred thinking of what was coming up. Lost, he did not hear Zosa until the man was sniffing over the frying pans and it was then he realized that the sausage underside had turned black. "Good morning" He said offering up a sacrificial piece of meat.

the greasy bite was taken gratefully and with slick lips he kissed the pale neck, "you were taking on a golden color in greece where you were not burned felix, now you are as pale as you were on mars. i don't know which color is more beautiful on you." softly he nuzzled against the short curling soft tendrils of hair that lay at the other man's neck, "...either way, you will look virtually ethereal in a cream or pastel"

The sausage fell back into and again the professor tried to turn it over before giving up completely and turning to kiss his soon to be husband. "And you in greens, greens like the earth." Twisting his forehead pressed against the crop of Zosa's hair and one of his hands idly reached up to stroke the long locks.

pog;
he was filled with the warmth of love, burnt sausage, and the usual sticky mess that came with a good breakfast. once he and zosa were clean they found the grandson waiting outside. anxiously he twisted the absent space on his finger, it nearly matched his darkening skin. it took them, or so it seemed, longer to reach the city and longer even than that to get where the professor wanted to go than usual. as they found themselves at another stoplight the professor turned to zosa, as he leaned for another kiss he caught a glimpse of pastel. pushing zosa towards the window he pointed at the quaint little shop, "one stop?"

cho;
full from breakfast and more than a little pleased that he managed to satisfy felix not once but twice he felt content enough that when felix, in the middle of the drive to get their wedding garb no less, wanted to stop and go shopping he was felt indulgent and comfortable enough not to mind the delay and in his butchered russian he asked their driver to stop so they could look and see whatever it was that caught felix's eye

pog;
hand in hand he led zosa up the old stairs. the found a second-hand russian clothes shop with his beaming lover, never letting go he made his way to the yellows he saw outside the window. it was not a tux like he thought but the soft color matched the yellow kale zosa had found. plucking the dress from it's home he pressed it close to his chest as his mother came to mind. letting go e curled a solitary finger under his chin, "may i be the bride?"

cho;
softly he smiled and giving a nod stepped forward to press their lips together

pog;
there was a smile to meet zosa's. his kiss fell on the man's forehead as well and for a moment he held zosa, "we need to find you something as well"

cho;
he nodded again but as he looked around he realized that all of the clothes, and the shoes and hats and such now that he finally noticed them, were all well-worn and old. he kept the smile though he did not feel it anymore and saying nothing let felix lead them around and hoped the thought would be an idle one


pog;
the professor's smile never seemed to drop. grabbing zosa by the hands he smashed the fabric between them as their bodies were brought to a haphazard little kiss. he pulled zosa into a ring of clothes and did not stop until his hands were on zosa's thighs, "help me make sure it fits?"

cho;
a thrill went through him though it was as much at the thought of getting caught as getting to touch. taking the hands from his thighs he pulled them behind him and tipped up his head to take several more kisses, "<this is not a place for that felix, i don't wish to get kicked out before you can get your dress>"

The professor simply let his finger work while he distracted Zosa with kisses. Before long he separated their faces with the fabric of his shirt and slipped the cream dress over his head. Once he had the dress on he shimmied out of his pants and emerged from the ring of clothes to show the dress to Zosa.

he could not help but feel a little bit cheated as the other slipped free and hastily grabbing the man's things he came out as well before giving a smile, "it is almost a prefect fit"

Twisting in the arms, he gave Zosa a kiss one that was deepening with every moment. <"if it is too loose then help me make it fit."> He nudged the other back towards the clothes.

the stilted speech was even more garbled by the wonton tone and though he knew better he wondered if he could have possibly misheard, "...th-th-the dress, felix?"

He leaned intowards the ear and whispered in sweet breathes. "<It comes off.>" He could feel the boy faltering and the soft mumbling wondering if it was easier to hike up, when there was a firm no. Shaking his head he broke away twisting in the dress. "Well it fits, perhaps could use a wash." Silently he let something else catch his attention and held the shirt to Zosa's chest.

he was surprised he could muster the refusal at all let alone convince felix to stop but as the other pulled away and he was allowed to breath he understood that he had done something he would both regret and be grateful for he fell silent and complacently followed behind for the rest of the search

He shook his head as he continued to walk through the racks of clothing. Eventually disappearing into one of the dusty racks. He felt he had found something perfect for Zosa to wear to the wedding. Digging through he pulled out a tuxedo top in a similar color to that of his dress.

he felt trepidation when after a few minutes felix became lost once more and his feelings of unease were confirmed when the man came out with a jacket of the same color as the dress. finding his ability to stand up for himself gone he was made to take the coat and try it on. to his credit it did not fit and trying not to seem too grateful he eased the burden just a little with his words, "i can have the tux people change my order to fit to your dress since we are on our way there already"

Hearing the words he put the tux back on the rack and returned to the clothing ring where his shirt was. He changed into his normal clothing. Taking Zosa by the hand he led him back downstairs to the car. "Lets go get the ring Zosa."

they were already a third of the way downstairs before he halted the other and furrowing his brows refused to go any further, "you aren't getting the dress?"

He paused and looked at Zosa. One brow raised its self as he looked down the stairs wanting to continue on his way. "Zosa, you have already ordered a tux and dress for us, there is no need for the dress. I am sure the tux will look nicer and your family will like it."

the words left him conflicted but he could see how miserable felix was about this and his own feelings were pushed to the side, "the dress you found looks like a dream and i would not mind wearing someone else's discards if it meant you were even an iota happier for it"

His hand shifted so that it could bring Zosa closer. "I would not ask that of you. But I also do not think you look so dashing in cream, especially with a cumber-bun and tie, it is too overwhelming for you and clashes with green. Besides, we can not have the great gargin laughed at, that is something not even I do." He stopped pulling Zosa and let his lips come to rest on the elevated chest. "I will be fair and see this dress your maker has."

"no." wrapping his arms around felix's head he tipped his face from it's novel position to lean down and kiss, "nothing a tailor could make would be as beautiful as what i have already seen. i want to kiss you in that dress"

"Then kiss me now" He said.

saying nothing he did and did not fight as he was pulled down to sit while felix slithered on top of him. only the sould of people walking below and the cool draft coming up the stairs kept him clothed though it did little to stop his hands and when his mouth found words they were heavy with want, "there are- -too many people..."

He did not stop the kiss until he could hear a stray pair of steps ascending towards them. "Lets get the dress, the tux and... I will make a roast for dinner tonight."

nodding he lt himself be dragged back up the stairs and with no more than the most cursory of looks grabbed the dress and quickly paid. hurrying back downstairs they tumbled back into the car and tried not to get carried away as they were taken to the tailor's

Not even greek could save them, and in the end their driver turned around to point out they had been parked for nearly five minutes. Once inside they had no time for desire as they were bombarded by a fleet of penguins trying to style them both up. He stood close until they were taken apart by the tailors. His dress was taken in with much brown noising, but it was worth it to see Zosa. It was a vast change from the grey sweats and shirts that clung off the body and fit his frame well. The professor let his hands fall around the fabric and his head droop on the others shoulder staring in the tri-mirror. The feeling from the stairs hit him again and his lips sank under the collar briefly.

between the pins in his half-stitched suit and the multitude of eyes he was tempted to tell felix to stop but the sheer joy of the moment was enough he only gave a frown which turned quickly enough into a stupid grin before chattering men pulled them apart and his suit could finish being sized

For the amount of money they paid the tailors promised to be swift. Their driver was more then happy to take them home. They made it behind closed doors, then he locked his fingers around Zosas shirt finding the lips again.

he grew itchy again in the car with lingering fingers and suggestive looks. following along he was dragged inside though they did not make it farther than the bottom of the stairs before they tipped and quickly finding strong legs around his waist he jammed his hands up the thin coat and shirt to find warm skin

Cold fingers warmed by his torso, hot kisses and the feeling of wood on his back. His fingers curled around the heavy shoulders, lapping up the dream of taking the wonderful tux off in their honeymoon bed. Their dance shook the wall frames that decorated the house before they rolled over on to the couch, emptying out their lust from before. He left Zosa in a daze and his clothes by the coffee table, in favor of a stiff walk towards the kitchen and the roast that was promised.

(Apron only)

(lordy, i see this being the week of zosa XD i wonder if getting married will make him more regular or if this was a fluke, either way what a boost to the ego hahahahaha)


he remained where he was left until the smell of cooking roused him from his well-earned basking and rising from the haphazard pile felix left him in he cleaned up what he could and gathered up the discarded clothing. once that was done he sauntered into the kitchen to see what was being made

The professor had just started to measure out the ingredients for a sauce when Zosa came sauntering in. He noticed that Zosa seemed to have developed a particular dazed face as of late. Raising one eyebrow he turned towards the sink and washed his hands free of the rub before finding a spoon and dipping it in the sauce to let the other taste.