ostro_goth | RP post: In Tuscany with Charlie

RP post: In Tuscany with Charlie

[[From here.]]

There are a few things here that were not invented in Teja's time, and unknown in his parents' house; but apart from electricity and glass windows, this place is timeless. There is a large kitchen with an old fireplace; there is a fountain outside, and trees lining a drive towards the road.

After Demeter has opened the door for them, and Teja and Charlie have stepped through, Teja starts looking around, and exploring the place she has prepared for them.

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"Was. He's classified as English Romantic, but it doesn't mean all his poems are about romance. He posed some interesting psychological questions."

"All these words mean nothing to me," Teja says. "It was long after my time. Do you know one of his poems?"

Nothing would speak better for a poet, than his poesy!

Charlie has to think a minute, on that; ~~to give the mun time to google it~~ but he comes up with the majority of one verse, and shrugs as he thinks it through.

"...What little town by river or sea-shore, / Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, / Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn? / And, little town, thy streets for evermore / Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell / Why thou art desolate, can e'er return."

"What happened with those towns -- was there war, or pestilence?" Teja asks, caught up in that enticing shred of a tale.

Charlie smiles, but shakes his head. "Now's about the moment when I tell you I was a psychology major, not literature." He brushes his hand against the side of Teja's jaw.

"The whole thing is much longer; and the speaker doesn't know what happened. Keats wrote it on seeing a collection of Greek vases. Though it does make you think."

"It truly sounds very strange," Teja says. "I would know more of it!"

Pause.

Then, he reaches over to return Charlie's caress. "Shall we have some wine by the fire?"

"You can read it, anytime." He rubs his cheek into Teja's hand, turning to press a kiss into his palm. "That would be nice, to just relax."

He smiled, standing on his toes to kiss his lips gently. "Mmm. I love you."

"Wine, or kisses?" Teja asks, teasingly.

But he leans in, and returns the kiss -- why not first the one, then the other?

"What, I have to choose?" Charlie answers, equally teasing. "In that case....wine."

He sticks his tongue out at Teja playfully, pulling him a little closer by his waist. "Unless you want to convince me otherwise..."

Teja pulls him into his arms, warmly; then, he dips his head, and dips his tongue between Charlie's lips.

"There is a song about kisses and wine," Teja murmurs, "but it is about the lifelong love of a man and woman, much as my people would have seen it -- not about such as us!"

Charlie responds to that kiss, arching his back and pressing against Teja: there's no real words for how much he really does like being kissed like that. "There are...very few songs written for people like us. Even in my time."

He kisses back just as deeply, almost desperately; the last one caused a very sharp spike in his heartbeat, making him blush lightly.

"But there are songs of love that would fit any," Teja murmurs, into the kiss. "Because true love is beyond time, or gender! So, these songs are even for us."

He suckles and teases with his mouth, trying to lure Charlie's tongue between his own lips.

There's....little hesitation in responding, as Charlie's breathing gets shallower. He gives a tiny sigh, rough from the back of his throat. "Please..."

"Do you wish me to stop?" Teja asks, hands upon Charlie's hips.

"Mm, not...really." He leaned his head forward onto Teja's shoulder. "If we're being honest."

Teja's hand wander upwards, to stroke Charlie's strong back and pull him even closer; at the same time, he turns his head to press some gentle kisses onto the warm muscles of Charlie's back, face nestling in his soft curls.

"I love you," he whispers. "So very, very much!"

"I love you too," he whispers back. Teja's hands are warm to the point of too hot against his skin. "Are you thinking what I am?"

"I know not what you are thinking," Teja says, his lips still on Charlie's neck. "I am thinking that the warm closeness of your body is truly sweet to my heart."

He chuckles at that despite himself. "Close enough..." He nuzzled more into Teja's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I was thinking pretty much the same thing. Less elegantly said."

"Then we agree upon this," Teja says, not moving -- not more than his hands, his lips, moving mere warm, gentle inches upon the body of his beloved.

"We do." Charlie's happy enough to let Teja just touch him, leaning back against the wall behind him. "Having any fun, doing that?" He murmured, tilting his head and smiling into Teja's skin.

"I would not call it fun," Teja says.

Pause.

"Fun is riding my speeder bike through the woods. Fun is playing my harp by the fire. This is much more: - a pleasure much deeper, a feeling much more important!"

Charlie laughs, shaking his head as he looks up at Teja. "You're always so serious, about this...I want to see you having fun, really." There's a rather devilish smile as he brushes his fingers over one of Teja's collarbones, kissing the dip between them lightly.

"Speeder bikes are like motorcycles, yeah?"

Teja gives a pleased little shiver, again, at the touch.

"Indeed, that it is - they hover, instead of going on wheels," Teja says.

"Hmm." Charlie smiles, and notes the shiver. Experimentally, he does it again, touching the skin with the tip of his tongue. "I assume you can ride the kind with wheels...they can't be that much different."

It's amazing how conversation he can be, while he's doing this.

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