random loose threads

[driftsintobuffetline]

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2016
January 29 - Returning from Submarining
February 13 - What are you thoughts on MARRIAGE?
February 16 - Day 1, Soviet Occupied Import Cities
March 12 - They were supposed to talk about Miles and Greg, but talked about themselves instead
April 14th - Kinks, Tatts, and Power Suppression
June - Admiring the Ring
July 27 - Hermann's New Car
After the Kaiju Test - Need a New Apartment

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[mathemagier]

Sometimes the Drift was too revealing, but that was just an aspect of their relationship really. Hermann prodded his food with a fork.

"Well first of all, when it comes to my disability, you are very much patient and considerate of me, and I'm grateful for that."

The Drift came in handy then; Newton knew when he was in pain, feeling weak, having difficulty concentrating, or just growing tired. He knew not to press him, encouraged him to rest, and quietly offered his assistance where needed. That level of understanding and consideration was priceless.

"But really, it's nothing new. You may worry about taking too much, but I'm not certain I give enough for that to be a possibility."

[driftsintobuffetline]

"I know this might come as a surprise, considering we've spent the better part of our history talking--in varying ways--but I actually like talking to you. There's give and take there, Hermann, and contrary to your assumptions, it IS balanced. Your silences are as potent as your words and your words are definitely quality over quantity. I for one get value out of our discussions. You telling me you think I just talk to you to pass time?"

He stole some of Hermann's food cheekily.

"But if you feel there's imbalance, what're you suggesting we do about it?" He grinned. "You think I'm going to shut up?"

[mathemagier]

Newton was sweet, and Hermann loved him very much. It was all he could do to smile at him then lean in to kiss his nose.

"Of course not. I just want you happy, Newton. You don't deserve anything less."

[driftsintobuffetline]

"I'm happy," he answered softly, one hand coming to rest on Hermann's knee. "You make me happy. Now please eat your dinner before it gets cold, babe. I want you to be happy, too, and I'm not dealing with you being grumpy about a cold dinner when there are better things we can do with our night."

[mathemagier]

It would have to be enough for now. So long as Newton was happy, there was no need to worry, and the Drift was still abuzz with shared affection and sincerity.

Hermann pat the hand on his knee then turned to his food.

"Well let's eat so we can get on with that more exciting part of the evening, shall we?"

And now that arousal had cooled, actually finishing dinner seemed like a realistic possibility.

[driftsintobuffetline]

He smiled to himself and kept his hand in place, using the other to wield his fork, pick up his glass, and so forth. Arousal buzz or no, he very much liked the subtle contact. In general, he really liked being seated next to Hermann versus across the table, and wondered why they hadn't thought to do that before, why all the waitstaff everywhere ever always seated couples across from each other. With music or general crowd noise in some of these places, it was way too loud. It was much more conducive to talking and conspiring and being couplish to sit next to each other or at connected sides of one corner. So what if movies and pictures preferred the across-the-table romantic setup?

"I don't know. Dinner's pretty exciting. 'Later' has a lot to measure up to."

[mathemagier]

Hermann settled in with a matching smile, the touch just intimate enough to hold his interest while remaining tame. 'Exciting', hm?

"Perhaps it does," he agreed, thinking of the remote tucked between their thighs. But really, they should try to enjoy their meal first. When they started to linger over it, perhaps.

"But I must say you've laid out a few interesting promises."

[driftsintobuffetline]

"I have the BEST ideas, yeah, I'll admit it," he gave a smug shrug and shoved a forkful of noodles into his mouth.

After a few bites, he added, mouth not entirely empty, "You have great taste in husbands, Hermann, just saying. I mean, look," he brandished the mug, displaying its message as if evidence of his qualifications. "See?"