Giving someone a beautiful bouquet of blossoms is a universal sign of romantic intent. Even you, Mr. or Mrs. Zero-Romantic-Bones-in-Their-Body, can't screw that up...
...you can't, right?
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① crushin' → On the person, not the flowers. Hopefully not the flowers. ② awkward → Y-you're so pretty, and so are these blooms. Just- just take them! ③ suave → A rose for your sweet. ④ bonus points → Asking them out? Okay. Asking them out with flowers? Major score! ⑤ out of character → You're the last person in the world who'd get anyone a gift, much less something mushy like flowers. But that's how crazy this person's got you going. You're totally smitten. ⑥ singles act → You only need one gorgeous flower to make an impact; everything else is set dressing. Plus, one flower's easy to find. ⑦ reminded → You know they like this stupid stuff and for some reason, flowers make you think of them. You don't get it, but hey. Giving them away gets the dumb plants off your hands. ⑧ coincidence → There aren't for them, not at all. You didn't get any flowers with them in mind! But since you have them, you may as well give 'em away. ⑨ not too good → How can you mess up giving somebody a bouquet? Well, if there's bees in it, for one. If they're allergic, if you make a total idiot out of yourself, you absolute nimrod... ⑩ no flowers to give → You ran out of time or you live in a nuclear wasteland, so you had to improvise. These aren't quite the flowers you'd see in the florist's shop. ⑪ because you can → You're in the mood for doting on your honey. ⑫ patch things up → Baby, I totally didn't forget your birthday. No, I wasn't staring at her ass. Here, I got you a present! ⑬ upgrade → There's no better way to show you want to make your relationship serious than presenting your best babe with some buds and blooms. ✿ WILDCARD ✿
"A long string, hmm?" It had taken a very long time before he had ventured anything like teasing, with Pietro. It had seemed like overstepping, like it would be one move too far in the game he had assumed Pietro was playing with him. When the turning point came, not only did Jarvis begin to tease, Pietro became more serious.
That was how he had known it was no longer a game.
"Mm. But now it seems that string is very short indeed. So far as I can see, it ends after only one." His nose brushed Jarvis's, forehead coming to rest against him. "I love you, my miracle. I can't imagine being without you." Enough so that even with this conflict going on, he had to make time to have him close. He had to. Everything felt hollow without him.
Every time he heard it, he felt as though he was hearing it for the first time. Jarvis couldn't help but wonder if that was how humans experienced it. "This may have been a mistake," he whispered warmly, a light kiss taking the sting out of the frightening words. "We have time now, love, but how will we separate again, once we know what it is we are missing?"
He returned that kiss, eyes closing, lips brushing Jarvis's like a breeze until he leaned in just slightly farther to kiss and let it linger. "Then perhaps, dearest, we shouldn't part. Perhaps we should use this time to find a way to stay like this. As we should be." Surely, throughout everything, there would have to be a way.
Jarvis opened his mouth to say they couldn't, it was impossible, how could they find an accord, the two of them, and fell silent again as the realization hit him that...they could.
It would not be easy, by any reckoning, but it was possible. Jarvis was his own person, Mr. Stark had said it straight out in that curiously fervent way he sometimes had, and Jarvis knew he was entirely serious, but he had not thought much of it. It was not until this moment, pressed against a blanket on the grass, basking in the sun, with Pietro here in his arms, that he had uncovered what that meant.
"Yes," he breathed, then, "Yes. There will be a way." If he had to battle his way through every person on both sides of this conflict. There would be a way.
Pietro looked into his eyes, watching as the realisation hit and smiling at the determination in Jarvis's voice. How could he do anything but smile, a hand lifting to Jarvis's cheek, thumb brushing his temple. "With sufficient love and compromise, beloved, there is always a way," he agreed, holding Jarvis near. "But for now, I do believe either I need more clothes, or you need less. I love the way you dress, but I believe that we should be equal in this."
A light kiss and he added, "Depending, of course, on whether you wish to talk, or do... other things."
For once, they had time to do everything - so many things, at that. It was just a matter of choosing what they wanted to do first. A part of him wanted to celebrate. He had time. For the first time in too long, they had time.
Jarvis' fingers played lightly over Pietro's back, and he was tempted. But it was beautiful here, peaceful, and that brief realization had distracted him, shunted his mind away from the present and into speculation, theory, weighing options. "As attractive an idea as it is to join you," he murmured, pressing another kiss to the corner of Pietro's mouth, "I believe we now have the luxury of taking our time. And I believe I now have...a great deal to consider."
"Come, then." Smiling, kissing the tip of Jarvis's nose, Pietro began to sit up. "Come inside with me, and we'll consider after I find a pair of pants that isn't too distracting, mm? We'll curl together on the sofa and speak and find our options..."
"That might take some time," Jarvis murmured, taking Pietro's hand and standing with him. Though whether he meant finding their options or Pietro finding pants that weren't distracting, he did not elaborate.
As predicted, it wasn't long before they were indeed curled up together on the sofa, in front of a fire that was not strictly necessary for warmth but added substantially to the ambience as the sun began to set and the room grew darker. Still fascinated by textures, Jarvis was running his fingers slowly through Pietro's hair, studying the contrasting colors and the very faintly different textures of the strands. He had had dozens of questions on his mind, but somehow they had all been muted in favor of just...existing together.
Pietro was curled up to Jarvis's side, head resting on the back of the sofa, legs even draped over Jarvis's. It was better this way. Pietro knew he could be restless, and like this, he could get up and move around if he needed to. There was no sign of that yet, though. No, he was too busy smiling into Jarvis's eyes, savoring the fingers in his hair. "Mmm. I do love you, you know," he murmured, his own fingers playing along Jarvis's side. "More than I can say."
Edited (Sentence structure is hard sometimes.) 2015-06-13 01:02 (UTC)
"I know," Jarvis said somewhat wonderingly as he carded his fingers through dark and blonde and watched the contrast against his own skin. "And I love you, something I felt was functionally impossible for quite some time. It is still astounding to me that we have managed. Even before this," he gestured briefly to his body. Which Pietro had not yet gotten to explore, a thought that brought a touch of higher color to Jarvis' cheeks.
"This is still amazing," he sighed. "For your touch to be soft, to feel you and hold you. I'll never take it for granted. I'll cherish it while I have it, this gift. And if I ever lose it, I will still cherish you. I'll sleep with my hand against your surface for the rest of my life, be it glass or skin."
As he spoke, his hand slid down Jarvis's arm, warm and gentle. Even softer when he touched his cheek. "So long as you want me, I'm yours."
Jarvis smiled gently and light tweaked a lock of Pietro's hair. "Be serious," he murmured. "I don't foresee a time when I will not want you."
And that was what they had to consider now, he thought. How could they stay together while compromising none of their principles? Someone would get hurt. That was inevitable. But Jarvis was surprised at how abruptly strong was his desire to keep it from being Pietro.
He leaned his head against Jarvis's shoulder. "I'm fast, but not fast enough to run into the future. Things may change someday. But you'll always have a piece of me." But they would also need to talk. His thumb grazed Jarvis's cheek, eyes closing. "How do we solve this...?"
"Shh." Jarvis pressed his lips to Pietro's forehead. The future he could see was uncertain at best at the moment, and as he thought more about the conflict and what was driving it, he became more convinced that he would need to make his own decision, and Mr. Stark's side might not be the side he ended up on. The idea terrified him. Only the warmth and reassuring solidity of Pietro curled against him could even make him consider it.
"We think," he said quietly, staring unseeing at the fire as he began to go over the facts, in detail, in order, one at a time. His processing speeds weren't what they had once been when his servers had spanned the planet, but he could still complete the assessment rather sooner than most humans.
As Jarvis thought, Pietro touched - but it was a careful, chaste sort of touching, his fingers soft over Jarvis's shoulder, his arm, his hand warm at the back of Jarvis's neck. He hoped to soothe, to give some ease while Jarvis thought. It was a difficult decision, at the least, and Pietro knew it would take time. That was as it should be.
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That was how he had known it was no longer a game.
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It would not be easy, by any reckoning, but it was possible. Jarvis was his own person, Mr. Stark had said it straight out in that curiously fervent way he sometimes had, and Jarvis knew he was entirely serious, but he had not thought much of it. It was not until this moment, pressed against a blanket on the grass, basking in the sun, with Pietro here in his arms, that he had uncovered what that meant.
"Yes," he breathed, then, "Yes. There will be a way." If he had to battle his way through every person on both sides of this conflict. There would be a way.
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A light kiss and he added, "Depending, of course, on whether you wish to talk, or do... other things."
For once, they had time to do everything - so many things, at that. It was just a matter of choosing what they wanted to do first. A part of him wanted to celebrate. He had time. For the first time in too long, they had time.
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As predicted, it wasn't long before they were indeed curled up together on the sofa, in front of a fire that was not strictly necessary for warmth but added substantially to the ambience as the sun began to set and the room grew darker. Still fascinated by textures, Jarvis was running his fingers slowly through Pietro's hair, studying the contrasting colors and the very faintly different textures of the strands. He had had dozens of questions on his mind, but somehow they had all been muted in favor of just...existing together.
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As he spoke, his hand slid down Jarvis's arm, warm and gentle. Even softer when he touched his cheek. "So long as you want me, I'm yours."
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And that was what they had to consider now, he thought. How could they stay together while compromising none of their principles? Someone would get hurt. That was inevitable. But Jarvis was surprised at how abruptly strong was his desire to keep it from being Pietro.
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"We think," he said quietly, staring unseeing at the fire as he began to go over the facts, in detail, in order, one at a time. His processing speeds weren't what they had once been when his servers had spanned the planet, but he could still complete the assessment rather sooner than most humans.
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