(( LOG : les amants d'un jour ))

[downplaying]

[Characters:] Vincent & Claude
[Date:] 06.03.2009
[Summary:] It's time for desserts.
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His apartment is on the ground floor, so they don’t have to climb more than half a flight of stairs to reach his front door, the dim illumination of the light bulbs above their heads casting shadows on the walls. An army of black queens, so to speak. He refrains from casting a glance at Vincent over his shoulder. They’ve just spent the past two and a half hours together, he’s had plenty of opportunity to look at him. If Claude isn’t completely mistaken, he’ll soon see much more of him as well, hopefully to get a taste and a feel… Stopping in front of the door to his apartment, he rummages through his pocket in search for his keys, frowning slightly. There’s a click as the lights go out, leaving the two of them in a pleasant darkness – moonlight pouring in through the windows of the hallway.

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[justcrywolf]

It's an expensive neighbourhood, this part of the city. Vincent knows because he's browsed apartments here when he moved from Berlin, though at that point affording something like this... Well. He probably could have, if Monsieur Peeters didn't pay him in much the same way he'd pay a rat. He watches with barely concealed impatience as Claude searches for his keys, the sudden darkness making him feel all the more... energetic. Horny, more likely. He'll take what he gets.

"Hey," he says, stepping close enough for the other man to feel his breath ghosting over his neck. Sure, Vincent can be subtle when he wants to. Right now, he doesn't. "Want me to help you look?"

He runs a hand up Claude's leg towards his pocket, the soft, somewhat expensive fabric of his trousers a sharp contrast to the feel of muscle underneath.