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❧Dance ❧With ❧Me?




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➷ NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE. We can dance until we die, bb.
➷ ...Something like that!

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ahdiauh I can't.

[laughingandlyric]

How did I--? Well. Er.

[And there it is, that look like a deer in headlights, all of those verbose qualities slipping through his finger like sand as he blushes and turns a little in his chair, as if he'd just been accused of some truly heinous crime; spying on the man he often roomed with, the man who was a spy! What a felony!

Still, he seemed to lose his metaphorical footing on the proper words to tell him it was just a guess, based on the fact that he kind-of-sort-of quizzed him on a passage on page five which he'd been particularly fond of as an introductory illuminator, and when Ambrose had failed to recognize the quote, the memo had been gotten!

Wringing his hands, Jehan only looked more alarmed as he was called a spy, his eyes like saucers when Ambrose posed that question, making an undignified noise in return. It wasn't until the other man was lunging at him though, tickle-fingers first that Jehan all but meeped, getting out of his chair with such force as to knock it over and making a bolt for someplace safe-- like behind the couch! He could dart quickly enough, it was just a matter of escaping Ambrose's clutches... a very serious matter, as anyone who'd ever been tickled by him knew!

Still, there was a hint of amusement in his flushed cheeks and the slight upturn of a smile, the spark of challenge in his hardened eyes as he looked behind himself, insisting,]

I had no choice but to spy! Forgive me, or we go to war!

[Well. Being mature adults, as they were. They'd found something to do.]

[bestofthedevil]

Fiend!

[Cried, just as said tickle-fingers missed that weak spot beneath Jehan's ribs before the other darted behind the couch.

Of course, Ambrose would have forgotten the little not-quite-quiz, as the significance of such a quote would have passed by right over his head and been bypassed by a quick word, an errant smear of peanut butter, or a convenient hum of Enjolras's messages in the background. But he'd've been right; he'd wanted to read the book, as it'd called to some part of Jehan enough to be recommended, and he did feel a bit bad about it, even now.

Yet such intentions slipped easily from Ambrose's mind again as he skirted the fallen chair without righting it, and hunched a little in an aggressive crouch, grin pasted wide across his face.]

And you admit your crime, so you must pay the price!

[Circling around the couch slowly.]

[laughingandlyric]

Ambrose! That isn't fair!

[A very serious thing, to call him that an not 'Amby', that he was indeed of the assumption that the moment had a gravity to it, and that gravity would always be in favour of the heavier of the two of them.

So, circling around the couch slowly, careful not to go too quick that Ambrose might change direction and have him as he slipped and skittered to course-correct, Jehan insisted,]

It was you who committed the initial crime, the GREATER crime, of not reading your book! It really was! And you're the spy, not me! And now the inquisitor! And soon the tormenter! Woe that you see guilt in I!

[Verbosely, with an indignant sniff to hide a burgeoning smile, that the game they'd chosen was good, was fun, was engaging, and that while he didn't hope to escape those clutches forever, perhaps he could huff and hem his way into a lighter sentence, trading wiggly fingers for securer embraces.]

[bestofthedevil]

[A very serious thing, indeed, that it would have its intended effect. Ambrose laughed heartily, in a manner tinged with more of that mock-suspicion.]

Aha! Only a spy uncovered and admitted would stop using an intimate nickname, that we have moved from allies to enemies!!

[Following in that slow circle, waiting for the right movement to do exactly what Jehan hoped to avoid, and his grin warmed at such eloquence, that he always was so well-spoken, a trait that belied his age and had charmed Ambrose so swiftly when they'd first "met" one another online. Poetic battles, of the best sort.]

Only one way to root out a spy, that I was the spy to root out the spy -- a double agent, if you will!

[Crowed, with a grin as he leaped up onto the couch in order to jump over it entirely and launch himself at Jehan in a tackle of a hug.]

[laughingandlyric]

A double-? What? No! [Gasped, hands going up at the last moment as Ambrose came barreling over the couch, that he was ever the fawn, boneless when danger was inevitable, that he trusted how easily he fit into Bahorel's arms and how simply he fell back onto the carpet with him would endear rather than enrage, that a bear might chew on something so inoffensive for a few moments before losing interest or even soothing the wounds. So it was that when they hit the floor, rather than wiggle and writhe to get away, Jehan merely made a low and pretty sound, to request compliance, pressing his face into Ambrose's shoulder and insisted,] Don't tickle me, I surrender. The betrayal is enough, surely...?

[bestofthedevil]

[Ambrose twisted as they went down in order to take the bigger brunt of the impact to the floor, to unfurl in such a manner as to put Jehan atop him but clasped in an enveloping embrace.

As the other went nearly boneless in his arms, Ambrose's thought to tickle-attack immediately stopped, that certainly the fun of the struggle did tend to be the fuel to his actions, but far moreso that Jehan's plea was so plaintive, so sweet, and his weight so comfortable, that he only tightened that bear hug and laughed cheerfully.]

You surrender? Then rather than such inhumane torment, you shall be subject to eternal bondage for your crimes~

[laughingandlyric]

Mmn... [A hum in a low pitch against the spot where shoulder met collar bone. Ambrose had shielded him, and the fall was soft and solid, warm and secure enough to bundle against, now that the threat had passed.

Going to prop his chin up against his chest, blinking slowly, wearing an almost sleepy smile now (as if Bahorel's warmth were just the sort of intoxicating thing that promised sweet dreams), he replied,] ...well, I do like bondage... so I guess I don't mind.

[bestofthedevil]

[Ambrose growled affectionately in return to that hum, that the pressure of Jehan's face there was comforting for its own part, that the outpouring of Jehan's relaxed contentedness seeped into Ambrose all on its own.

Peering down at Jehan by lifting his head a little from the ground, a natural frown tugging at the corners of his lips in such a motion, Ambrose took a moment to process what Jehan had said before snorting a laugh, squeezing the other in a slightly tighter hold, then.]

Well, do you, now? I never would've guessed! All that kinky porn you have on your machine and all surely wasn't a tip-off...