"Money doesn't buy me. Real love and trust does." | One-on-One | Male/Male Romance | Closed!

( Sounds good! )

(There we go! See you there!)

(I think it's safe to bring this back here)

Amory looked up from his place crouched down on the floor of the bathroom, smiling as he fluidly stood up, grabbing a kiss from Sorrel as he set bottles and small containers of makeup on the counter next to Sorrel. "I'm glad you think so, but I'm really not." His eyes were sparkling, feeling happier than he had in years…. How had he forgotten what it felt to be truly happy? He grabbed the clothes he had grabbed for himself and started pulling them on.

( Mhm )

Sorrel tilted his head, and smirked. "If you say so.." He muttered, knowing that he'd never think otherwise of Amory. He blushed at a smaller thought, and shook his head. Sorrel then looked down at his hands. He didn't want to totally stare the whole time, so he had to distract himself from Amory. He played with his own fingers.

Amory finished dressing and set his leather jacket on a hook by the door, before coming back over to Sorrel, running his fingers over the skin of Sorrel's neck, tracing over the hickeys and seeing the color of his skin so he could match makeup as well as he could. "Alrighty. Time to give you a makeover!" he teased.

( gtg, will be back in an hour or four! )

Sorrel laughed, flicking Amory's cheek. "Silly, silly," He said, before laughing a few more times. Amory's tracing made him shiver, but only slightly. He was much more settled now than he probably would be ever again. "Really, though, thank you so much, you're such a big help," He mumbled.

(Byyyyyyeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!)

Amory chuckled. "Well, I caused the problem, so I should fix it. Right?" Then he pulled out some brushes. "Now! let's get to work!" And with that, he began attacking Sorrel's neck with the cold makeup and brushes. When he finished, he sat back and admired his work, looking very pleased with himself. "There we go! Take a look!"

( Back! )

Sorrel loved the feeling of makeup brushes, for some odd reason. Maybe it was because of Amory, he couldn't be sure. He turned towards the mirror, and he looked brand new, almost. "A-Amory, this is gorgeous," He said, breathlessly. "You did so good!" He exclaimed, marveling at Amory's work.

Amory smiled, pleased. "Thanks. I have a lot of practice." Then he started on himself, quickly covering up all marks but one, down lower that would be covered up by his jacket. "As soon as I'm done with this, I'll feed and water Whiskey, then we can head out to eat."

"Sounds awesome," Sorrel said, happily. He gently played with his own hair, rearranging the locks so that they were messily adorable. A little bit of messy hair wouldn't hurt, right? He stared admiringly into the mirror in front of him. He reminded himself of how Amory was on the day they met, and it amused him so much. What a great day that was…

Amory glanced over at Sorrel. "Whatchya thinkin' about, Kitten?" He shuffled a little closer, reaching out and running his fingers through Sorrel's hair, causing it to flip a certain way so it was out of his face, but still messy, and still adorable.

Sorrel stopped messing with his hair, immediately. Amory touched it, so it must be perfect. "You remember the day we first met? I was so high-strung, and buisnesslike.." He said, more quietly at the end. "All I cared about was skill at work, it was hilarious. You had that one thing, that perfect factor, oh I'm so glad I accepted you." He rambled, bemusedly.

(Mornin'!)

Amory smiled. "It probably didn't show, but I wasn't nervous at all about the interview… Until I saw you. Then I began to freak out. I completely panicking." Amory wrapped his arms around Sorrel, nuzzling his cheek lightly, making soft sounds of contentment.

( Whisper, good morning to you too! How are ya? )

Sorrel laughed, running a small finger though Amory's hair. "I remember that, I remember that!" He said, with excitement. His eyes filled with wonder at the past. "All you wanted was a job, who knew it would come to this?" He said, so happily.

(Decent. I say as I'm downing an iced tea I bought with a borrowed dollar because I'm dehydrated af you?)

Amory purred softly in Sorrel's ear, "A couple of my friends were betting on this. Along with my assistant apparently." Then he chuckled. "So I'd say some people were expecting this long before us."

( Actually same, I've drank maybe 70 oz of water in the past two days but it hasn't helped yet- )

Sorrel suddenly looked quite flustered. "T-They were?" He asked, reddening a little. "I really need to watch my office more," He mumbled, with a hand to his face. How did he not know about that?

Amory laughed. "Hey, I didn't know either until I had my assistant cancel my schedule plans for this weekend." He gently pried Sorrel's hand from his face so he could kiss him. "Mmm~ I'm glad they were right though."

( gtg, will better respond in 3~ hours. )

(okies! Byyyyyyeeee!!!)

Sorrel laughed, and kissed Amory once again, a little more softly. "So every one of your friends and acquaintances thought romantically of us, and we both accept it only now?" Sorrel said, softly.

Amory laughed with him before kissing him deeply, only pulling back briefly to say, "Not all of them. But yes, quite a few people saw what we did not. No shut up and let me kiss you." he ended with a smirk before pulling the other back in, his grip tightening as he slid his right hand to Sorrel's waist.

( Morning~ )

Sorrel brought his face closer to Amory's, surprisingly dropping off a few kisses. He kept going for a little, before breaking off, with a bit of a spooked face. "We had plans, Amory!" He cried, with the most pitiful awkward face.

(Morning!)

Amory just laughed. "We still have plenty of time. It's only 7:30. Relax. We'll get going. Come on, I'll just take care of Whiskey and we can be on our way, m'kay?" He grabbed his leather jacket and slipped it on, heading for the kitchen where Whiskey was waiting on a counter. When she saw Amory she "mow"ed at him, complaining.

( How are you? )

Sorrel nodded, as he followed Amory into his kitchen. He didn't venture there the night before, and he appeared mildly amused by it's appearance. "Wow, beautiful," He mumbled. He looked at Whiskey, and giggled softly. "Hi, cutie."

Whiskey's pupils dilated with happiness when she saw Sorrel and hopped off the counter and padded over to Sorrel to rub against his legs, purring. "Traitor." Amory joked.

Sorrel laughed at Amory's comment, bending down as best as he could to reach Whiskey. "Whiskey baby, Whiskey baby~" Sorrel said, somewhat melodiously. He stroked Whiskey's back fur, playing a little with her tail with his other hand. "I have to like everything related to you, I guess it so happens that those things like me too," He said, with yet another laugh.

Whiskey stretched up on her hind legs and rubbed her face against Sorrel's , still purring. "Aw, she really does like you. … More than her food, that's surprising." Amory had set down wet food for her, but she was ignoring it in favor of Sorrel.