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[Billy has never thought of himself as one of those obsessive stalker boyfriends who needs to be attached at the hip to his significant other at all times. Really, he'd always figured they were pretty good about mutual space. A two-month separation with the potential of spending years in this place without seeing Teddy again is, however, apparently the trigger he'd needed to become one, so after one too many looks from Teddy - some patient, others not so much - he'd officially gotten himself banished from the apartment for the afternoon after too much worried lurking. Which is... not the greatest thing ever on a hot day like today, but ten minutes down the road he realizes that, yeah, he'd been a little ridiculous, either blowing off his responsibilities or dragging Teddy along for the ride. He's happy and eager to have Teddy here, but they'd lived separate lives at least half the time back home; no reason for that to not continue here as well.

It's just hard to let go after you've missed someone for that long.

Still, that's how he finds himself out and about for around five hours today, doing the following (in no particular order):

- a late lunch at Seventh Heaven
- searching around the library for comic books
- combat practice in the Battle Dome (with or without his trusty new teacher)

While at the library, a few sketches find their way into his journal, more or less like the following: this, this, and this. Some time afterwards, a scribbled message appears below.]

What are some good ways to deal with bad dreams?

[Once he's finished all his daily stuff, he'll be bringing groceries home around dinner time, in the hopes that he's allowed. Feel free to run into him at any time.]

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[EYES GO RIGHT TO THAT TONGUE before he just. Looks off to the side. God, Kaplan, stop being unintentionally sexy.]

Fine by me. I'll help you through it, anyway. [Even though he's not exactly that great of a cook himself. But thinking of one of the things he did help Billy with, he gives a half grin and looks back at Billy again with an exaggerated wave of his hand.] If you want the food to be delicious, then it will be delicious!

[Billy pauses mid-lick at that for a moment before lowering the fork, his brows furrowing thoughtfully.]

...You think I could just zap us dinner?

[That would, admittedly, be infinitely more easy than actually cooking anything.]

[Mid-lick...

...

God he wishes he was that fork - NO TEDDY.

He'll lean his cheek on his hand and try looking away again. Goddammit Teddy can't really help himself, not with Billy so... unaware.]

... You could. I bet you could. [Oh god, Teddy, be more eloquent.] That'd probably be cheating, though.

Yeah, I guess...

[Billy trails off, noting Teddy's expression. Is he blushing? He watches Teddy thoughtfully for a moment, puzzled, then glances down at his fork.

....

o h

Well, that changes things. Billy's gaze drops to the fork, smirking rather deviously, and taps the prongs a few times against his lips.]

Something wrong, T?

N -

[And glance. At that fork tapping against those lips. And that smirk.

He's been outed, hasn't he.]

... othing. Nothing's wrong. [And another glance to the side, more pointed this time, as a smirk of his own starts to work its way up behind his palm. He still feels a bit awkward; not of the action, oh no, but it's just something that comes with having to constantly watch out for people who might walk in on them doing something like this.]

[Hmm. Resistance, though slight. Well, the perogies are finished, and his fork is woefully clean, so he'll have to try another tactic, maybe...]

Doesn't really look like nothing to me.

[Another tap, and he slides the fork into his mouth a bit... then out. In, out. Yeah, he's being obvious now until Teddy surrenders or he comes up with something better.]

Maybe you should get your eyes checked.

[Even so, he's back to staring at that fork. In, out, in, out, eh. He shifts slightly in his seat before he glances at the door, as if he's just expecting Tommy or Mrs. Kaplan to open the door to say something. Or, in Tommy's case, get right in between them.

It's a little weird to think that they're actually alone.]

[God damn, he is really worried about something, isn't he? Billy lifts a brow, lips pursing around the fork, then tugs it out and sets it on his plate. He's looking at the door... and Billy is suddenly reminded of all the times their 'alone time' had been cut short or interrupted. Okay, he can understand the concern now. But if Teddy's too paranoid to get in the mood for anything then he obviously needs a little reassurance.]

You know this place is ours, right? Nobody's coming in unless we invite them over.

[No parents, no cockblocking speedster brothers, no crime-in-progress-Avengers-Assemble phone call. Just them.]

[Oh no why did he leave the fork on the plate

He snaps his gaze to Billy's when he speaks up, and... heh. So he noticed, huh. Here Teddy was trying to be subtle about it... But it's pretty hard to hide these things from his own boyfriend.

He chuckles helplessly as a result, and he moves his hand back to the nape of his neck.]

Yeah... I guess I'm having a hard time thinking of it that way. [He gives Billy a glance and a sheepish smile.] I mean... it's our place. [Not just them visiting each other. Not just Teddy moving in with the Kaplans. Theirs. Their own apartment. Teddy really can't deny how much he'd think about that kind of living arrangement the future, when they were old enough.]

I know, right? It's weird. I felt the same way when it was just me. Took me a while to adjust. [He stands up, gathering both plates and heading over to the sink. Since Teddy cooked he can at least clean up. Plus this'll give them a few minutes to sort out his concerns.] I kept expecting to get woken up by my brothers jumping on me or something, or Dad making breakfast for us...

[But nope, nope. Nobody home. He's not dwelling on it this time, though, so there's still a smile on his face. He misses home, and his family, but he's not alone anymore. And he's sure as hell not going to complain about missing them to Teddy of all people.]

Mmm...

[His mother cheerfully telling him that it's time to get up.

...

Nope, nope. Nobody home. And... well, he doesn't feel any different, living on his own with just his boyfriend. But it certainly feels like a sort of big change on its own.

He'll just stand and follow Billy right to the kitchen, where he'll wrap his arms around his waist from behind and watch what he's doing. Dishes without magic, huh?]

Well, since it's just the two of us... How about you keep that fork out for a while. [He says with a playful nuzzle against his ear. Come on, he was enjoying that.]

[This is normally supposed to be such a big change for a couple, but since they've technically been living together back home for a while, it doesn't feel that different yet. Maybe they need more time for it to sink in.

He's filling the sink with hot water and detergent when he feels those arms around him, and he lifts his own to make space, his smile getting bigger, hands resting on Teddy's while he waits for it to fill up. There's a subtle tilt to his head as he feels that brush at his ear, encouraging more of that if Teddy's interested.]

Oh, is that what you were looking at?

Mmm, maybe you should get your eyes checked.

[And he'll take that invitation, though not for the ear, instead lowering his head to give the crook of his neck a little nibble. Billy can probably feel the smile against his neck; yes, he's trying to make the cleaning of those dishes as difficult as possible.]

[Billy bites his lip at that, making a muffled, pleased noise and tilting his head more to give Teddy some room. His hands curl around Teddy's wrists, tugging him a little closer; he's pretty obviously not particularly opposed to this interruption.]

Maybe I need glasses. Think I'd look good in glasses?

You're joking, right? You'd look good in anything.

[Well, since Billy is not particularly opposed, Teddy'll just keep going then. He pulls him closer by the waist and moves his head up to brush his lips against his jawline - mmf, how long has it been since they touched like this? ... Probably not too long in his case, but.

How about he loosen up one arm to turn off that sink, eh?]

[Billy grins, letting go with one hand- not to turn off the sink, but rather to lift up and stroke through Teddy's hair, nails scratching gently against his neck. Yeah, he's pretty much forgotten about the dishes; the water is just background noise now.]

I should be saying that to you.

[His voice drops, his mouth close to Teddy's ear. There's a faint blush crossing his cheeks now.]

Bet you look good out of anything, too.

[Teddy will go ahead and do that for him so that the sink won't overflow then, like the good boyfriend that he is. And just as Billy whispers that to him, too.

Hnngh.

He lets out a low chuckle while he pulls his arm back, only to nudge his fingers under Billy's shirt and scrape his nails gently beside his belly button. That's a faint blush across his cheeks, too, as he turns his head to get his mouth close to Billy's ear to murmur:]

I don't know... think we should test it?

I can't think of anything better to do right now. [And he really, really can't. As embarrassing as that conversation with Zevran was, being with Teddy tends to kill his inhibitions more than he'd care to admit. His gaze drifts very briefly to the sink, then dismissively away. The dishes aren't going to rot just because he isn't washing them right now, and Teddy's hands are going places that are much more demanding of his attention.

Long story short, he likes the idea. His hands shift to grip Teddy's shoulders, arching a bit into his touch. How does he always know just where to do that?]

I thought you'd say something like that. Think I'm getting psychic, too? [He gives a light grin, bordering on a smirk, while his fingers trail just beneath Billy's navel. Really, the dishes could wait. Besides, they could use a nice soaking for a while. And during that while, he and Billy can....... break in the apartment a little.

Though as Teddy's free hand rests on Billy's hip, he can't help thinking that maybe they ought to take this somewhere else. Like... not right by the sink. At the same time, he doesn't exactly want to break contact either.]

If you were psychic, you'd be blushing a whole lot more than you are now.

[If it hadn't already been obvious what he was thinking, that would've certainly cleared things up. And speaking of psychic, he's starting to notice their location as well. This isn't a good place for this, but he doesn't want to get Teddy to stop so they can move, especially since-

-hrngh-

-yeah, no stopping. He likes that too much. Thankfully, he just happens to be a witch, so he tightens his grip on Teddy, mumbling under his breath as his hands and eyes begin to glow. To the bedroom...!]

[ - Which gets that blush on his face to increase. Damn, Billy, you couldn't be more obvious with what you're thinking.

Before Teddy can say anything, though, it's to the bedroom...!

So instead of saying anything, he just turns Billy around by the hips once they're settled, grins, then leans in to kiss him deeply. If Billy didn't find it obvious what Teddy was thinking earlier all pressed back against his hips, then maybe the way he's kissing him ought to clear things up a bit.

... Actually

where's the bed, Teddy didn't even look before deciding to mack on his boyfriend]

[Message received rather clearly, actually; Billy doesn't even have to think about it, though that's mostly because he already is. Thankfully he knows where his bed is, too, so his hands drop down to Teddy's pants, fingers sliding through his belt loops and using them to drag his boyfriend backwards, not wanting to break the kiss.

Once the back of his knees hit the bed, he starts trying to turn them around so Teddy's the one leaning against it. He has plans for you, Altman.]

[And that particular message is also received clearly, though Teddy wants to fool around just a little first now that he's still in charge.

The hands at Billy's hips tighten their grip and pull, pushing their hips together briefly. A small groan escapes into the kiss, and it's only then that Teddy loosens up and allows Billy to turn them around. Meanwhile his hands leave their spot to go to his hair and his shoulder, fingers gripping into the strands and tugging just slightly.

Just what sort of plans do you have for him, Kaplan? Fun ones, he hopes?]

[Are there any other kind of plans to be had in a teenage boy's bedroom? (Besides homework. That is less fun.)

Billy groans noisily into the kiss, clinging urgently to Teddy for a moment before his hands slide upwards from the belt, sneaking beneath the material of his shirt to brush over Teddy's stomach and then, moving upwards, his abs. He leans forward, trying to push Teddy slowly down to the bed, though he doesn't mind if they take their time with it. He's sure as hell enjoying this.]

[With Billy's hands on his stomach and abdomen, Teddy finally breaks the kiss, if only to take in a deep breath against his lips, then let it out with a quiet sound. His eyes open just barely to stare into Billy's, a look accompanied by a flush and a little smirk that just seems to scream "Come here."

It's only then that he leans back to follow his silent instructions, his own hands moving to grip the front of Billy's shirt and pull him with him. Teddy sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back and bringing one hand back to keep his balance against the bed, still looking up at his boyfriend with that expression. Though Teddy loves to take charge, to make Billy squirm and see what his actions do, it's just as nice when Billy takes over, too.]

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