while he was still sorting out clean, dirty, and unused laundry felix woke and not stopping in his task only offered a wave and a smile before going back to his task, "morning, i was going through our things and guess what i found? both of my nurse dresses are packed in with our regular clothes. i thought they would be with the trunk at my father's house but i guess i never put them in the right place after we got off of the train"

The professor rose out of his grog. Admittedly other then the Nurse, they had not really played with many costumes and he did not recall them. He reached out and took the hat and plopped it on his head. "I feel as though I am in need of my nurse." He said falling back on his back. He held out one of his hands for Zosa.

quirking a brow he fixed the hat before coming over though instead of sliding into the open arms he just took the hand closest and twisted it so he could check the man's pulse, "nope, you seem fine to me. no need for a nurse"

He groaned a little. "But nurse there is nothing wrong with my blood look at my stomach." He said "I am a wounded... " He pursed his lips thinking. "A wounded love warrior." He shook his head. "I have been pierced in various places... I am sure you can find them the... ... " He tried for an adorable word. Then settled for a grin before throwing in some ooo and ahhs. . "Help... I Am dying."

laughingly he leaned in for a kiss and was quickly captured. laughing harder he took it and then a second, "hey now, you can't hold me hostage, it is against the rules"

The professors mouth made a little o and as soon as he asked about the rules the other only replied they were newly made up. He grinned "Then what are the other rules, my hostage lover?"

he smiled, "there are only two, you cannot take me hostage and you cannot say 'pineapple' without a penalty"

"Pineapple?" Before he could finish saying the word his husband melted on him. Enraptured by kisses and soft touches they soon fell into the gentle waves of love. The professor was careful not to mess up their gauze with any of his usual antics and after some time he found himself with his hostage on his stomach again and a lofty smile. "Zosa... what time is it?"

he had almost fallen asleep there against felix and it took a moment for him to rouse enough to check his watch. he was dismayed to find it had gotten ruddy smudging on it at some point, "five-sixteen. somewhere between too late and too early, do you want breakfast? we have more than enough take-out"

It seemed that they always live in the odd season of twilight around the house, unsure if it was dusk as well. THe professor found his glasses and was able to get a good look at Zosa. "We have to wash the dried ink off of ourselves." He said "But I am fine where I lay for a bit longer, then I will see about dinner."

raising his brow he looked over the brown stripes over the other, he had not known it was ink just some sort of colored clay that would come off easily as dried mud. saying nothing he only nodded and went to go wash off while felix decided if he wanted food

He didn't immedately move, instead lazily closed his eyes while the shower turned on. It wasn't until he heard the water stop that he jumped from the bed and grabbed his apron. They had a lot of food but strangely the professor was not in the mood for the abundance of meat they had eaten. He found various green things from the refigerator and decided ravoili was the best course of action. He grinned seeing his dripping husband and the marks across his torso.

it was a cruel trick felix played and no amount of soap and scrubbing did more than make his skin raw. giving up after the third wash he found his towel and moved out of the small stall to go get an outfit from the clothes he had folded. he was met with felix wearing nothing but an apron and pulling things out of the small fridge, "if i had known it was permanent i would not have said yes." ignoring the clothes he came for he moved instead to lean against the narrow back, "that does not look like lamb-balls, what are you making?"

He grinned though he was sure Zosa could not see it. "Rest assured Zosa you are not fated to me, while I enjoy that we are twins I do not like that my green eyed wonder to taste of ink, but I do prefer earth." One of his hands found the others as they were tightly clamped around his chest. "I think we have had to much meat, I am making spinach ravioli or something so that our lamb can last." He pulled the hand up to his lips and kissed it. "Do you like it?"

he was not sure if the other meant the food or the ink so he simply said 'yes' to both before resting his face in the soft strands that always escaped the braid and curled around felix's neck

Since it seemed he had a life sized leech on his back, The professor twisted and took Zosa's hands using them as a puppet master would he had the boy knead the dough while his own hands went to make the filling. He frequently bumped into the darker hips. "You know there are other places of your body I think would do lovely to have a tattoo. You should consider getting one right above your bottom."

only their recent binging of lovemaking kept him from rising at the tease though he still felt flushed and wanting, "let me guess, with your name in it? i am already yours felix, i don't need a sign"

"No the sign would not be for you, it would be a nice reminder for me when I am old and senile and I am..." He moved his hips. "Looking down my lovers back... I will see a nice note that reminds me like a light on the docking bay beckoning.... Feeelicks.... FEEEE licks."

the laugh burbled out of him unexpectedly and barking it against felix's neck he had to stop letting the other manipulate his hands. when he was done laughing he gave them back and pressed close, "you are such a silly man, felix liakos-gagarin"

It felt like he had gotten a raspberry on his neck and he jumped a little. Luckily Zosa did not notice a thing as the other returned to warm his backside. "And you are too... I think it is time to make the pasta." He slid from between the arms and moved to find the machine. "Do you think you can boil the water?"

he gave a soft 'yes' as the other moved away and finding a pot for water he filled it. turning to the small stove he found felix pulling out a pastamaker like the one auntie had. blinking on surprise he put the pot on the burner, "for such a tiny place there is an awful lot in it"

He smiled "If Our tent on Mars was made like this we would have stayed a lot longer. There is so much hidden storage space." He ceased the moment to give Zosa a flour covered kiss. He watched while the water started to boil and bumped into Zosa "We need a second pot for the sauce." He said making use of the limited space to catch another kiss from the neck.

the playful banter and exchange of touches and kisses continued while the pasta was pounded, rested, extruded, folded and boiled leaving him feeling quite high on felix by the time it was ready to come out of the pot. he could not help but beam over at the other as the raviolis were fished out and put in a bowl and a styrofoam container, he assumed the latter was for traveling, "if we go back to luna for an extended period i want to take enough food to nearly open a restaurant"

He laughed dipping his finger into the sauce to try it. He savored the creamy sauce and pronounced that dinner was ready. "Zosa I am not sure they would let that much food go through customs." He said offering the other a piece of cooked Ravioli from a fondu stick.

taking the bite he found it delicious, "then as much as we can get through customs and buy the rest on luna, lamb, aubergine, honey, filo, courgette, feta, almonds, chicken, pomegranates, olives, lemon, ouzo..... anything that cannot be bought there"

He laughed. "And we would be arrested for drug peddling I am sure and they would assume that amount of people for two people... surely the chorizo is laced with something else then love." Once again he fed the boy another piece from the pot.

this one was a little too hot and he had to blow on it. feeling sneaky however once it was cool he tipped it to felix's lips instead, "i am more worried they would find that awful nun and priest get-up, i do intend to take those with us and not let my father get any more ideas than he already has"

"Your father got ideas?" He drew in a breath as the teeth slid on his finger tips. "I would hate to say if I were a bad influence on your wholesome family." With his free hand he readied another piece for Zosa to eat. "I will certainly be on my best behavior for Zayatts and as for the clothes, the food will give them suspicion to check our luggage and while garments are not illegal... one question raises another and then another until things are evidence."

sighing dramatically he stopped eating and rested against felix, "this started out as a wishful joke and has become one more thing i feel very uncomfortable about, maybe we should not take any questionable clothes with us after all"

The professor draped his arm around Zosa. "Or we should not take a countries worth of food to the moon." He dipped his head and offered Zosa a kiss on the crown of his head. "It will be alright, Baby. There is a time and a place for everything I am sure every one will understand we all make choices for the ones we love."

he was not sure felix understood quite why he was upset but he did not want to argue and leaning into the kiss returned it with one on the pale cheek. taking the stick he fished out another ravioli to feed to felix

Stuffed the professor and Zosa moved back to the bed for another night of story time and holding each other. The professor could not sleep. The slumbering body beneath him felt more tense then it should have been, and once the rays of the sun peeked into the small windows, he slipped out of the arms and into the dirt of his plants. It seemed they only stayed in the little abode for nearly 2 more weeks. Enough time to devourer a lot of the lamb meat, though Zosa's tattoos did not fade with in that time. With their most precious valuables packed as well as Electrica trucked away, they went off to the train station to return to Greece. This time the professor expectantly grinned dreaming of hipodi.

the honeymoon was a lot longer than he had planned for and every morning when he got up to talk to auntie and uncle they had the same argument leaving him to take his unrest out on the bread dough he made for the next day while felix finished and baked the bread beaten the day before. it worked and kept the rest of their time together pleasant and productive until felix started getting a distant look back in his eye and began daydreaming about htapodi. it took only two days for the other to tell him it was time to go back and he wasted no time packing. he wore the silver combs


(felix bought him a pair of watery-knoty combs for his hair on the way to russia, also zosa makes bread which spends the morning in the fridge then gets a bath in the evening and left to rise at night under a towel for sourdough bread which felix makes the next morning)

There was not much of a lay over as the train sped through the eastern European country side dumping them at the edge of Aegean Sea where they were put on a ferry. Under the view of stars, he and Zosa were met at the docks edge. There was a smile from Auntie, the faithful sibling reunion and then there was Uncle. The professor could see the mans eyes trying to dart away from the twin bands around their fingers each time he caught a glimpse of his face. He did not marry a child, and he would do his damnest to make sure his family knew that.

he grew more and more antsy as they drew close which seemed to be mirrored by everyone on the far shore for the small faces reflected his own until the ferryboat stopped and he rushed off to dole out much-missed hugs

They loaded their bags into one of the small trucks used to make deliveries around the island and made it back to the large house atop the hill. Auntie was sure to keep dinner warm for them admittedly listening to the tales of Russia and the general gossip surrounding the reclusive Shadow father. Saying nothing he let Zosa being the center of the loving attention until it came to the question of the dress and the delay in the wedding stream. He didn't answer the prying woman, only admitted that he would wash the dishes before distracting her all together by asking for the recipe for the bread.

pausing in his retelling of the frog felix caught and he got a picture of he opened his mouth to explain only for felix to redirect the conversation to bread. auntie seemed alright and giving the other a silent bit of praise went back to his own conversation

The evening ended with Auntie retiring to her room and chasing the others off to bed. This time there was not much jet lag from the moon to get used. He made himself and Zosa drinks of tea to take with them back to his husband child hood sanctuary. Amazingly the house staff had transported most of their belongings except for the food to the little room. He offered Zosa a kiss with his mug and pressing his head against the others he gently walked the other to the tiny twin bed in the corner. "You seem happy and pleased." The professor said with a smile.

he was and nodding he took the cup, "i am, i brought my husband home and he was well received, i had dinner with all of my favorite people and nothing happened, my most beloved person even made the most important woman in my life happy by asking about her bread instead of bringing up a sore point. i am very pleased"

Pressing closer he offered Zosa another kiss. "But you have yet to make your husband happy, He wants to hear his dios voice and a retelling of another myth, under the same starts his husband saw as child."