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THE sexual baggage MEME

The media paints a beautiful picture of sex as the most important, most important thing in life. There could be a glimmer of truth in that; sex can be good, wonderful even. But not everyone is fortunate enough to have the best relationship with physical intimacy. You can relate, can't you? Sex is something you're not always so sure about. It's not because of the person you're with, not really, but the act itself brings up unfortunate baggage. There's parts of your body or old injuries you're not too proud of or don't want to think about. You don't like people touching you. You've always been taught that sex was dirty, unclean. In your past, events or traumas occurred that make you less than thrilled to present any kind of vulnerability. Whatever the case may be, sexual intimacy opens a whole Pandora's Box for you.

But you're with someone, someone you may even love, and you want to be with them. You want to try and do this for them and, in the end, for yourself. Of course, it will be easier said than done, and you'll need the full cooperation of that partner. Or maybe you are that partner, trying to understand how to make your lover comfortable. Whatever the case, you may have your work cut out for you - yet if you're truly willing to understand each other, the results can be more than worth it. If they're not? That's all right, too. Everyone has to move at their own pace.

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"I-- want to, though."

There's something a little plaintive to his voice as he says it. There's certainly some self-directed frustration on his face, as well. His fingers squeeze just a little at Horatio's arm, assuringly.

"I w-want to, with you."

It would be such a relief to smooth Archie's cheek. It would be amazingly reassuring to smooth at Archie's hair.

He can't pull back from himself, although his eyes do hesitantly seek Archie's again.

"...are... are-- you sure?"

His other hand lifts tentatively, ghosting briefly over Horatio's cheek as he nods.

"'m sure. Honest, Horatio."

He wants. It's such a terrifying and freeing thing, all at once.

This gentle assurance helps. This certainty in Archie's entire being--despite the panic, despite the breathlessness--seems infinitely genuine.

"...o-okay."

His arms start to untangle just slightly from around his own waist. It still feels impossible to actually reach out and touch the other young man again.

"Y-yeah. It-- is."

Or it's getting to be, at least. His hand drifts down Horatio's arm to catch lightly at the other young man's hand and start to guide it towards his torso again.

"Just-- maybe y'could-- talk a bit, or something? So I-- really know it's you?"

The flush is more from embarrassment and frustration, but he's a little proud of himself for asking, regardless.

"--talk?"

His fingers twitch before settling carefully against Archie again. His breath comes uncomfortably shallow for a moment.

"What-- What should I-- say?"

"I-- dunno," he admits, a little ruefully.

"Just-- anything. What y'r thinking, maybe? Something-- something really-- you."

Something that couldn't possibly be the ghost still in the room with them.

His fingers flex and settle, a helpless gesture like a shrug as his breath puffs out of his chest.

"I'm just-- thinking about you, Archie."

That's a start, at any rate. That's worth trying while the cell stays dark enough to feel half-safe.

"About... about you, here and-- now, but... but also about you-- leaning on the rail of the Indy. The way you-- smile down at your Shakespeare and-- and laugh when Oldroyd remembers some-- scrap of it wrong."

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His hand stays resting comfortably atop Horatio's for a few moments; thumb brushing unconsciously against the back of Horatio's hand. He's clearly focusing on the other young man as he speaks; listening to probably absorb both the words and the simple fact it's Horatio.

When that feels a little more real, he'll let his hand finally set free the other young man's to drift back up to Horatio's shoulder and back again.

"I'd forgotten about that," he murmurs softly, "Did y'-- think of me often, then?"

The delicate brush of Archie's fingers sets Horatio's heart pounding all over again. A deep breath helps keep his voice a touch steadier.

"...I did. And I never quite stopped-- turning about. Like you might just-- be there standing next to me."

But that's not what this moment is about. That's an entirely different conversation.

"I... I dreamed about you. Now and then."

"Oh?"

There's the carefullest of shifts to bump his nose against Horatio's as his fingers continue to brush lightly against the other young man.

"Like-- what?"

"It's--"

It's embarrassing. It's the sort of thing that's meant to feel shameful.

It's hard to actually feel properly ashamed when they're alone.

Horatio's smile is a hesitant, flitting thing. He can't rid himself of the flush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck, but he can keep talking.

"It was mostly-- nothing in particular. Just-- bits and pieces of-- time together. And then-- sometimes things I'd-- wished we could do. Times I'd wished you'd been with us. Some--" His breath comes faintly shakier. "--sometimes I'd... dream about something like-- this. Being... being close."

That blush feels nice. It has Archie bumping his nose against Horatio's again.

(This feels much safer. That's why it's easier to say what he does next.)

"--Show me, maybe?"

Well. There's the rest of his cheeks gone scarlet, tongue briefly tied in an incredibly delightful way.

"O-- Okay."

His fingers are incredibly careful as they find their way back to Archie's hips. His nose brushes against Archie's more deliberately, lips ghosting in close against the other young man's.

"There's... A lot of it was..."

He absolutely can't help the way he shifts just slightly to meet Horatio's lips with his. It helps. It's got him a little (happily) breathless when he speaks again.

"--Yeah--?"

It's part encouragement, part gentle consent.

"--a l-lot of it was-- this."

Kissing is familiar now, in this dark little cell. His hands stay in place as he lingers against a few soft kisses.

His breath is shaky as anything when he pulls back to trail his lips over Archie's cheek and jaw instead. "And... and i-imagining what you.. would taste like. If I could-- kiss e-every inch of you."

That earns a pleased little tremble in his breath; his fingers briefly squeezing tighter.

"'ve-- wondered about that, too," he murmurs softly.

"R-Really, Archie?"

This is a good place to start, then. Horatio can't help being careful as he drags his lips across Archie's neck, but it's thrilling to know they've both been imagining it.

A contented sigh as he lets his head shift to let Horatio have better access.

"Really, 'ratio," he murmurs, obvious contentment in his voice.

They're still in prison. They're still farther from home than they've ever properly been.

Horatio can't help feeling, all the same, that he'd give anything in the world just to feel Archie's pleased sigh vibrating up against his lips just like this--that he wouldn't stay here the rest of his life for just another second of it.

"And..." Another few kisses will help. Another delicate dip of his lips against Archie's throat will help. "...a-and about... touching you. Touching..."

His fingers twitch but barely manage to move from Archie's hips.

"...t-touching all of you."

"Oh."

It's definitely a happy sound, if a somewhat surprised one. That has Archie's fingers drifting to squeeze lightly at Horatio's waist.

"I-- want you to." A careful shift of his head to press a light kiss against Horatio without dislodging him from the comfortable place against his neck, "I've-- wanted you to. 'nd to-- do the same back."

His heart leaps pleasantly to his throat. His lips stutter against Archie's throat, breath drawn in shakily.

Dreaming is one thing; being here is entirely something else.

"A-Archie..."

His fingers shift carefully, ghosting up over Archie's ribs. Moving in the other direction feels as terrifying as it is thrilling.

"You... You do?"

"Mmhm."

And there's the softest little laugh and squirming, as Horatio's fingers drift. It's nice, to be able to laugh in this cell. To be able to laugh while drifting towards what they are.

"Maybe not-- doing quite everything, yet." He's not ready for that, and he imagines Horatio isn't, either, "But-- I want you. We can--- There's some things we-- can do."

Tension flickers through his shoulders all at once. His fingers stay delicately in place, but his lips press firm together as he pulls his head back from Archie's neck.

"You're-- sure?"

Could either of them really be? Could Archie truly be?

One hand shifts from Horatio's waist to brush lightly, soothingly, at the other man's shoulder.

"I am, 'f-- you are," he says softly, "Just-- we'll go slow, nn?"

same tho ; ;

/offers blanket for burrito

/tucks us both in the blanket

/foreverrr

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...lmk if this needs changing; i can't remember if this was a thread or a dream I had :|a

i have no memory of this place but it's adorable i'm keeping it

yey .w.

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