Actually. Polnareff hasn't really done much today. Oh, he'd greeted Bruno with a kiss when he'd finally stumbled downstairs, and he's generally been fairly attentive, but there's been nothing particularly special in terms of romance. No flowers, no shouts of love, nothing over the top or hugely ostentatious. Just attention, quiet but persistent, all day.
And that's because he's been anticipating tonight.
Not that (although he is looking forward to that too, Valentine's day sex is almost as good as birthday sex). It's something else. It's . . .
Well. He has a plan, and the weight of what he's planning is heavy in his pocket.]
Hey.
[It's only nine o'clock, which means they have some time to themselves before Bruno inevitably passes out. Polnareff had grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, and he smiles as he slips into their room and closes the door behind him.
(Their room: by all rights, it's Bruno's room, but more and more Polnareff is simply treating it as his own. He still stores things in his room, of course, but it's simply gotten easier to live here instead of always darting back and forth. Besides: there's nothing better than falling asleep night after night next to his lover).]
I did get you something, y'know. I didn't forget what day it is.
[He murmurs it as he settles across from Bruno and offers him a glass.]
2/14
Actually. Polnareff hasn't really done much today. Oh, he'd greeted Bruno with a kiss when he'd finally stumbled downstairs, and he's generally been fairly attentive, but there's been nothing particularly special in terms of romance. No flowers, no shouts of love, nothing over the top or hugely ostentatious. Just attention, quiet but persistent, all day.
And that's because he's been anticipating tonight.
Not that (although he is looking forward to that too, Valentine's day sex is almost as good as birthday sex). It's something else. It's . . .
Well. He has a plan, and the weight of what he's planning is heavy in his pocket.]
Hey.
[It's only nine o'clock, which means they have some time to themselves before Bruno inevitably passes out. Polnareff had grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, and he smiles as he slips into their room and closes the door behind him.
(Their room: by all rights, it's Bruno's room, but more and more Polnareff is simply treating it as his own. He still stores things in his room, of course, but it's simply gotten easier to live here instead of always darting back and forth. Besides: there's nothing better than falling asleep night after night next to his lover).]
I did get you something, y'know. I didn't forget what day it is.
[He murmurs it as he settles across from Bruno and offers him a glass.]