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[no_sin_but]

Marlowe had been intending on having a shower when he changed into a cat, and now things have changed.

He's in the bath. Thinking and soaking and oh, it feels good to be back.

Even if he will miss having two eyes.

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[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Yes?"

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

Fuck. He's offering, and Darren knows it will go wrong, but he's warned him and said and now he just doesn't fucking care any more.

He kisses him, fierce and pulling him down and close. Abrupt, nervous, masking uncertainty.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

That's more like it, really.

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"I wondered where you were."

He'd just tell him not to, usually, but. And he kisses him again immediately, because he regrets asking.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"I'll try to give prior warning next time," he promises between that kiss and another.

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"You fucking idiot," says Darren in agreeable Czech, the tone one might use to make a dirty suggestion, the tone he has used on Marlowe before, "this is going to go so badly."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

If he Czech, he'd probably agree. As it is, the words just make him growl softly in the back of his throat, and kiss him again.

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

Darren gives in.

Completely.