E. Nygma (
theansweris) wrote2019-12-14 12:33 pm
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PSL 03: tact from me is like blood from a stone
Riddler takes them out to try and calm Ed down.
Away from the house and temptation and messy emotions, Ed does start to settle again, until he's quieted down and able to function again. Riddler's relieved and lets Ed pick the lock on the framing shop, letting himself in and acquiring what he needs and letting himself back out again with no sign of robbery. It's possible it might take them months to realise it ever happened.
Ed, being the sentimental one, is satisfied with this.
Riddler is not.
He spends a while acquiring his present. It's not as valuable as it could be, but he's satisfied. And that's enough for them to go home and get changed into more casual clothes and settle on the bedclothes with a book. He might sleep. He might not. Either way, he could be quiet until morning.
Away from the house and temptation and messy emotions, Ed does start to settle again, until he's quieted down and able to function again. Riddler's relieved and lets Ed pick the lock on the framing shop, letting himself in and acquiring what he needs and letting himself back out again with no sign of robbery. It's possible it might take them months to realise it ever happened.
Ed, being the sentimental one, is satisfied with this.
Riddler is not.
He spends a while acquiring his present. It's not as valuable as it could be, but he's satisfied. And that's enough for them to go home and get changed into more casual clothes and settle on the bedclothes with a book. He might sleep. He might not. Either way, he could be quiet until morning.
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Their faces are only inches apart when the driver takes a left and Oswald ends up gently sliding into Ed, bumping lips and chins, his hand landing over Ed's thigh for balance. It's another friendly hello of a kiss on Oswald's part, an easing in for the both of them that still has all the power to make him shiver and his palms go damp under his gloves.]
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Unlike Riddler, Ed has some experience with kisses, though rarely with being in much control of them. There's less hunger, but still a world of tenderness and genuine desire in the gentle press and movement of lips.
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You know... [he begins, between soft, panting breaths] for someone who claims not to know a great deal about love, you sure know how to make a fellow feel special.
[He keeps his hand where it is, well aware of the placement of Ed's.]
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If his father saw him like this...
The next kiss is that bit hungrier, more want, less finesse. "He keeps scaring himself," Riddler murmurs. "About his first time kissing you."
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He blinks at him, his pupil blown.]
Ah. A shame. And he was doing so well. [Vague disappointment bleeds into his voice.] Well, I am most definitely not going anywhere -- so I'll be around whenever he feels like dropping in.
[On a burning impulse, he almost asks if Ed has ever shrunk away from anyone else, or if it's only with him. But he bites it back, fighting to drive away the thought of the other people Ed has kissed, the others his hands have touched.
He licks his lips - the tartness of wine still clinging to them - and glances to the divider.]
I hate to ask, but are we there yet? Because I am very done with this seatbelt. And this wool coat.
[And sitting still.]
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Anything that Ed couldn't risk feeling, Riddler felt instead. And as Ed was slowly accepting feeling these things, he was also triggering his own anxiety and the only coping mechanism he had.
"About five minutes more."
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Burden? No. But I won't pretend it doesn't sting a little to feel like I...
[He cuts himself short, his lips pressed thin, wishing he had polished off the bottle of wine back at the restaurant and drowned every last one of his nagging, ugly thoughts.]
Nevermind. ...This is hardly the time to feel sorry for myself, not after a fine dinner and finer company. I've enjoyed myself, truly. [Clearing his throat softly.] And I would like it very much if this evening were to continue in a... similar fashion, with you... doing what it is you're doing.
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He nips at the corner of Oswald's jaw, sharp and quick, just to sting, not to hurt or mark.
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His father...
[He repeats, in a daze, as though it never occurred to him that Edward Nygma could have a father, or a mother, or a family, and that he had simply come into being one day.]
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He will leave marks. All kinds of marks. But not there and not right this moment.
The sucking is followed up by hints of teeth on an earlobe.
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And I assume... [it's becoming a struggle getting the words out, his brow knitting with the effort, and he's not used to it] ...that daddy dearest has been taken care of?
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His gaze is cool, even with the colour high on his cheeks. "Oswald. You have a choice. We can make out some more. Or you can ask about Ed's family. One or the other, because one is not conducive to the other, especially if you want to keep the possibility of Ed coming back to play on the cards."
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I was merely -- [He squeezes his eye shut.] ...Fine. No more talking. [It's harder to stop touching Ed, at this point, than to keep their momentum going.] Except that I'd like to point out that out that I wasn't the one who first brought it up.
[From Ed's reaction, he had prepared for the possibility of Ed sitting the rest of the night out as well, but this he decides to keep to himself.]
But I'm sorry for asking, okay? Conversation over. [He spreads his hands, expectant.] Can we continue now?
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But with the promise to leave it for now, Riddler softens again, leaning back in and pressing his nose under Oswald's jaw, followed by a kiss. "Because you, Mr Penguin, are very worth it."
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Go on... [He husks, half-serious. The soft skin under his jaw is already pinking.]
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...Let's not get too carried away.
[He says it with a vaguely challenging half-smirk. Whether he simply means in the car or for the night goes unexplained.]
You know as well as I that you have already left an indelible mark on me. You and Ed... in several senses. [He wets his lips, his tongue sticking to them.] Congratulations.
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"But I want to leave much nicer marks on you, Oswald." His nose wrinkles briefly and he glances away and then back with a softer gaze. "Ignore him. I think he'd cover us head to toe in tattoos if he thought he could get away with it. You as well. He's possessive."
also, I apologize for that mistake-riddled tag a few tags ago >> it BURNS.
...Tattoos?
[Oswald repeats, flatly. He scoffs off the remark, but not before his face has given him away, a look of horror flashing in his eye. But Riddler wouldn't hurt him, not unless seeking retaliation; he wants to believe that, he really does, though he's understanding that some part of him that never quite healed right would always stay on high alert, prepared to suspect the worst of anyone and anything and just waiting to be proven right.
He unbuckles his seatbelt, unconsciously straightening his shirt collar on the way out. His smile tightens.]
I'll pass, thanks. [Which really is the kindest, briefest way he can think of phrasing disapproval along the lines of, 'I'd rather trap my hand in a door several times over than agree to that'. His good mood still holds, for now.] ...Marriage, on the other hand? Still on the table. And if it happens, you'll only be getting one ring from me, so you're just going to have to learn to share.
[He might only be teasing, of course - and it's easy to tease when nothing feels like it's really happening after being kissed in the back of the car, as if it's routine for them. Only the ache in his knee and ankle as he limps up the long stretch of driveway helps ground him in reality for moments at a time.]
I totally didn't notice, I promise
"... really? About the marriage, I mean. It seems to have a different flavour to it now. Not just a business proposal." Ed gets out and hurries to get to Oswald's side, offering his arm as support. "Is that- I mean, should we really discuss this now? If we still want to get married?"
okiedoke!
[His heart is still racing wildly, as though he had jumped from a building and stuck a landing, unhurt.]
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[He sees Ed off with a shoulder pat and a smile, sliding out of his coat and shoes and making his way to the study where a fire still burns at the hearth, bathing the room and everything in it in a soft, inviting glow. Hanging his tailcoat on the back of a chair, he pours himself some scotch in the hopes of smoothing out his nerves, two burning gulps already in him by the time he has sank into one of the plush Victorian chaise-lounges and put his leg up. It's a long wait for Ed's return. Or at least, it feels that way while he jiggles his knee - the good one, of course - and the knot in his belly pulls tighter by the second, his eye fixed on the door.]
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truly a handjob
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sorry, I meant os' desire
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