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[notonemoment]

dated April 24, 2017

Steve is feeling loose and happy, happier than he has in a long, long time. He's got music playing, as he sorts through some of the books he's going to be putting out in the living room versus in the bedroom or, maybe, even in the bathroom. It's old stuff — older even for Darrow's standards, if not his own — with a jazzy, folksy feel that he finds he really likes.

He's got a half-full wine glass in one hand, and he's standing there holding one of the books, sort of swaying and rocking his hips as he listens to the raspy voice floating through the living room.

Their living room.

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[osten_des_rhein]

"Don't stop," Agron urged softly. His smile was gentle and full of warmth. He edged closer. "You put heart to ease, and lift spirit to see you so relaxed."

He came close, gently lifting the wine from Steve's grasp. He drank but a sip, and then handed the glass back.

"Is there more?"

[notonemoment]

"In the kitchen," he confirms. But his hands are on Agron's hip, keeping him close, and encouraging him to sway the same way Steve is. When he offers the wine glass back, he accepts it, and takes his own sip again.

"How was work?" he asks, still swaying their hips.

[osten_des_rhein]

"Slow. Quiet." The earlier shifts weren't nearly as engaging as the overnight ones, but it gave Agron a chance to work on his reading, and it meant he got to come home to this.

He pressed a kiss to Steve's jaw and hummed, swaying with him.

[notonemoment]

Steve hums in answer and turns them in a slow circle. "Is that better or worse?" he asks. It's a constant worry, whether Agron resents him, even a little, for asking him to change his hours or not.

[osten_des_rhein]

They turned, and Agron rested his forehead against Steve's shoulder, letting the rhythm of it soothe through him. "It's just different," he said. "I do not have to pry men off unimpressed women nearly so much."

[notonemoment]

"Mmm, those women are gonna start a petition to get you back," he predicts. He rests his head against Agron's, feeling warm and not just because of the wine.

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron hummed a little bit of a laugh. He smudged a kiss over the fabric of Steve's shirt, stretched across his shoulder, and sighed gently. The music wreathed around them. He was content and comfortable, swaying in time with his lover.

"They will have to wrest me from you," he said softly. "And I much prefer this company to theirs."

[notonemoment]

Steve laughs and slides his hand into Agron's, turning them in a slow circle. "Yeah? I worry, sometimes, that I'm too corny for you, you know."

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron turned and swayed, pulled Steve in close against him. He kissed him gently, smiling against his mouth. "I don't know what that means. But I love you dearly. I am happy, here with you."

[notonemoment]

Steve beams at him, pulls him into a kiss that's sweet and tastes like wine. "Mmm. I love you."

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron smiled against the kiss, and took the wine from Steve again to take another sip. He'd get his own, in a minute. For now, he didn't want to step too far away from the comfortable circle of Steve's embrace.

[notonemoment]

Steve leads him in a slow, happy dance for awhile, but before long, his wine glass is empty. "More wine?" he asks, even as he changes the music to something a little more upbeat. He's feeling warm and loose, and he doesn't want to fall asleep.

[osten_des_rhein]

"More wine," Agron agreed. He kissed Steve before he pulled away, heading into the kitchen. "And food. And more dancing. And whatever the fuck else we want, because we haven't got neighbors to knock on the walls if we're loud."

Agron was still relishing that, the tiny bit of space that this home allowed them. He smiled warmly at Steve, pleased with it.

[notonemoment]

Steve laughs and follows him into the kitchen. He gets a glass for Agron down and sets his own next to it so they can fill both. The bottle is a little lower than it should have been for one glass, and Steve sheepishly admits that he should probably eat, soon, because he's on his way to a little drunk.

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron had no problems with Steve's mild inebriation. He smiled cheekily at the level of the wine and snuck a kiss, before he turned to the stove. They'd make something quick and easy, but that could go unwatched. A quick stew.

Once things were in the pot, he bullied Steve against the kitchen counter and kissed him, all smiles.

[notonemoment]

Steve laughs, hands on Agron's hips. He meets the kiss, then nudges their noses together. "I love it when you do that," he admits. He sort of smudges a kiss against his cheek.

[osten_des_rhein]

"Hmm, which?" Agron asked, a soft smile on his mouth, his hands lifting to Steve's shoulders as he was held at the hips. "Making food, or pressing fucking advantage?"

The softness of the smile turned up, became warm and promising. He pressed his hips toward Steve's.

[notonemoment]

Steve's little laugh drifts breathless when he feels Agron's hips against his. "The second one. When you 'press fucking advantage.'" He slides his hands back, to the small of Agron's back, keeping him close. "Although you're very attractive when you're cooking, too."

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron hummed contentedly. He smiled, held and pressed in close. It was such a soft, quiet moment, and he rather loved it. His whole life had been a riot, and in Darrow it was anything but. He hardly knew what to do with that. But he loved it just the same.

He gripped at Agron's hips, a firm but not pushy hold. "We have some time before the food is done..."

[notonemoment]

Steve laughs, an even easier sound while he's loose with wine than usual, and kisses over Agron's neck.

"We do, huh? How much time?"

[osten_des_rhein]

"Forty-five minutes?" As he's been here, Agron was getting better at the passage of time here and how it was registered. He was sure that, at some time, he'd been good at it; as a gladiator, things were relegated to activity rather than time itself.

He tilted his head a little, exposing his neck further to the kisses. "Enough time."

[notonemoment]

"Plenty of time . . ." Steve agrees with a laugh that's closer to a giggle. He licks a stripe up Agron's throat and nips his chin playfully. ". . . for more wine and dancing."

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron made a sharp, surprised noise as Steve licked him, but it devolved easily to laughter. He squeezed at Steve's hips, and then kissed him. He was sure he could be pushier about it, if he felt like it. But where was the fun in that?

He pulled away and grabbed his wine, and then caught one of Steve's hands and pulled him close. The kitchen was large enough to dance here.