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Most things started with a plan. There was an idea of what the desired outcome was and then there came the consideration of all the things that could go wrong and contingency planning for plan A, plan B and so on. Sometimes though, plans just didn't go according to the preconceived notion of what was going to happen or in line with any of the sub-plans. Dinner. A relatively simple thing. Reservations made at a nice place, clothing clean and ready in the closet and drawers, shoes in their place .. showers.
Russ stepped out of the shower, his bangs slick against his head from a quick jerk of his chin. A towel was grabbed and used to scrub off the water from the shower. A minty scent clung to him, some new soap that had been picked up during a shopping excursion. He wrapped the towel around his waist as he moved from the bathroom into the bedroom. Brown eyes flicked around the bed room, landing for a moment on the lump of covers on the bed. Was London under there or was he off somewhere else in the flat? It was hard to tell sometimes.
With a certain date getting closer and closer, it seemed that London was more in bed than he was not. Body was there, that lump was indeed a London. Feet stuck out from the sheet, arms curled around a pillow but his head was under said pillow. Only when he moved for a moment did he catch the scent of the shower and some new soap. Obviously Russ was up and awake.
Russ' eyes found the tell tale signs that the lump was the living manifestation of London and considering giving one of his toes a good yank to wake him. The movement however, made it so he didn't have to do so. He walked around the edge of the bed, the side that was empty and 'his'. Still was strange sometimes to refer to a side of London's bed as 'his' but Russ liked calling it that inside his own head. Didn't want to say it out loud though.
Soft groan passed from his lips and London shifted his nude body, because of course he slept nude. Head came out from under the pillow and a knowing smile that a naked Russ must be near, he can smell him. Light green eyes took a few moments to finally open. Instead of a groan, this time it was a sigh when he turned his head to catch a glimpse of just what he thought would be standing there. Russell. There was that dimple grin, sleepy however.
"What are you doing?" London's voice rough and harsh but it was just the morning sleep scratching at his throat, nothing that a nice cup of tea would not fix. Head turning to follow Russ' trail around the bed to his side, because it had been Russ' side of the bed. London stopped taking over the whole bed when there was a new warm body up against him at night. That would surprise everyone, that the bed hog was no longer a hog at all.
"Showering. Left you some hot water even." So yes, by now London must have figured out that Russ enjoyed long showers even when he was alone in the shower. Hearing that there was hot water left might be a surprise to London.
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Most things started with a plan. There was an idea of what the desired outcome was and then there came the consideration of all the things that could go wrong and contingency planning for plan A, plan B and so on. Sometimes though, plans just didn't go according to the preconceived notion of what was going to happen or in line with any of the sub-plans. Dinner. A relatively simple thing. Reservations made at a nice place, clothing clean and ready in the closet and drawers, shoes in their place .. showers.
Russ stepped out of the shower, his bangs slick against his head from a quick jerk of his chin. A towel was grabbed and used to scrub off the water from the shower. A minty scent clung to him, some new soap that had been picked up during a shopping excursion. He wrapped the towel around his waist as he moved from the bathroom into the bedroom. Brown eyes flicked around the bed room, landing for a moment on the lump of covers on the bed. Was London under there or was he off somewhere else in the flat? It was hard to tell sometimes.
With a certain date getting closer and closer, it seemed that London was more in bed than he was not. Body was there, that lump was indeed a London. Feet stuck out from the sheet, arms curled around a pillow but his head was under said pillow. Only when he moved for a moment did he catch the scent of the shower and some new soap. Obviously Russ was up and awake.
Russ' eyes found the tell tale signs that the lump was the living manifestation of London and considering giving one of his toes a good yank to wake him. The movement however, made it so he didn't have to do so. He walked around the edge of the bed, the side that was empty and 'his'. Still was strange sometimes to refer to a side of London's bed as 'his' but Russ liked calling it that inside his own head. Didn't want to say it out loud though.
Soft groan passed from his lips and London shifted his nude body, because of course he slept nude. Head came out from under the pillow and a knowing smile that a naked Russ must be near, he can smell him. Light green eyes took a few moments to finally open. Instead of a groan, this time it was a sigh when he turned his head to catch a glimpse of just what he thought would be standing there. Russell. There was that dimple grin, sleepy however.
"What are you doing?" London's voice rough and harsh but it was just the morning sleep scratching at his throat, nothing that a nice cup of tea would not fix. Head turning to follow Russ' trail around the bed to his side, because it had been Russ' side of the bed. London stopped taking over the whole bed when there was a new warm body up against him at night. That would surprise everyone, that the bed hog was no longer a hog at all.
"Showering. Left you some hot water even." So yes, by now London must have figured out that Russ enjoyed long showers even when he was alone in the shower. Hearing that there was hot water left might be a surprise to London.