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RP post: In Tuscany with Charlie

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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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Charlie smiles again. "That feels good," he says quietly, leaning back and tucking his hands into his pockets. Count isn't the only one that might be purring right now. "What else do you do, to have fun?"

"There was not much fun for me, when I was alive," Teja says, while his fingers keep stroking Charlie's shoulders, "and here, it is either something to do with great speed, and the skilled use of my body; or music. I have learned to stand up on the waves, on what Xaldin called a surf-board, also!"

He cocked his head, the tiny post earrings he had in catching the light. "You've been surfing?"

Surprisingly....he can see that, and it's not terribly awkward. It does pique his curiosity, though. "When did he get you to try that?"

Teja reaches up to touch Charlie's earlobe.

"Last summer, in the Caribbean inlet," Teja says. "Xaldin showed me; and then, I showed Tonio."

"...Strangely enough that's not as odd an image as I'd have thought. Did he take to it well?"

He brushes his hair back from Teja's fingers, letting him look at the tiny diamonds. "They're just simple earrings. I didn't bother taking them out, when we left..." He shrugged lightly. "Didn't take out the navel ring either."

"He did well, indeed," Teja says. "He is a fighter, as I am; and his body reacts fast, also."

Pause.

Teja's eyes glitter with something close to mirth.

"Watch me being patient," he says, "instead of tugging at your shirt in eagerness to see!"

His hands remain upon Charlie's shoulder.

Charlie laughs at the reaction. "I am watching you be patient! But you can see it, if you want to." He lifted his shirt up enough to expose the corkscrew just above his navel, and the tiny diamond hanging from it.

"It's not the one I usually have in, but it was convenient."

Teja reaches out to touch it. "It is lovely work, and looks enticing, upon your body," he says. "Was it made by the same jewel-smith that made my arm-ring?"

He touches it again. The place is somewhat too intimate for comfort -- but then, they have been wandering the border of 'somewhat too intimate', and relishing that, since they came to this house.

One of the things they had come here was exploring the borders of intimacy.-

"No...this is from somewhere else," he laughed, because the particular spot was very sensitive. "That tickles..." It's intimate, touching there; but it's not too much, yet. Teja's hands aren't very rough--on the contrary, they're softer than he'd have expected, touching with a gentleness that's surprising.

"I take it you like the look."

"I do," Teja says, "and the way that it is fastened upon your body."

He is still touching, but his look is now that of a curious jewel-smith.

"It is curled and open, not closed with beads, like I saw upon Xaldin's flesh!"

"I have a captive ring, but I don't often wear it. It tends to pull when I'm wearing clothes over it." Charlie finds the change in look interesting, and smiles at it. "More often than not I have a slave ring, or just a barbell in it."

He moved his hands down to unscrew the tiny ball at one end of the twist, holding the little thing in one palm. "It comes out easily enough, if you want to examine it later," he says, threading it back on.

Naturally, Teja is now pondering what he can make for Charlie to wear in that hole - what would look good upon his flesh, and what he could show proudly in front of all those over-civilised men and women from his world.

Almost absently, his fingertips keep caressing Charlie's navel, to see which way the flesh is pierced, but also because this is, in the end, the belly-button of his beloved, and so enticingly intimate to touch.

Charlie made a tiny sound, more an intake of breath that choked a little than anything else. "Teja...that's really sensitive..." He let his head rock back lightly, biting his lip.

Teja takes his hand away, and leans in to press a brief, chaste if warm kiss to Charlie's lips, then steps back.

"Shall we have wine, then, and sit by the fire?" he suggests.

He smiled, slowly, smoothing a hand over his midriff and the hem of his shirt. "That would be really nice."

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