Herrick Turner (14_to_life) wrote in shadowrises, @ 2016-02-01 20:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dillon turner, character: herrick turner, status: in progress, type: thread |
Who: Herrick and Dillon
Where: Home
When: Tuesday
What: A super important talk
If you can’t live, you dying, You give or you buy in. Keep it real or keep it moving, Keep grinding, keep shining.
"Dillon!"
Herrick had said he would come right home and he did. He slammed the door, leaving boot prints made of dirty gray water from the melting snow as he crossed through the foyer. He yelled at people for not taking their shoes off.
Things Herrick Turner had learned recently about his marriage:
1. He never wanted to screw Dillon as badly as he did when Dillon needed him to teach him something.
2. If he was mad at Dillon, tell him why and he would feel better (case in point, returning home form work had gotten monumentally easier after he'd admitted to his wife how mad he was).
3. Playing practical jokes on Dillon was both fun and easy.
"Dillon!" He sounded anxious, his tone alone walking the border between stern and hopeful. He unbuttoned his coat and tossed it over the banister to the stairs followed by his gloves. He brought the smell of the outdoors with him, a promise of more snow in the air, cigars, blood, wine, all the usual perfumes.
When he saw him, Herrick smiled. He picked Dillon up, spun him around and then set him back on his feet. Herrick shoved his wife back against the door, took his jaw in his hand and pressed a firm kiss on his mouth. "Finally. I've been waiting to do that all day."
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Dillon spent the majority of his time at home, and therefore a good chunk of it in front of his journal. And so, when Herrick said he had something serious to discuss with him, he already knew his husband was playing a practical joke on him. What was more fun than getting pranked was pranking his husband back.
He was actually dressed today, since he had gone to the grocery store earlier. He was trying to get out more. And so, clad in a pair of actually loose fitting skinny jeans and a tshirt, the young vampire started down the stairs at the sound of Herrick's voice.
He smiled back at the ancient man, because while he was planning on Fucking with the Roman, he was genuinely happy to see him. "Hey," he breathed, but then he was being picked up and spun around, and a little squeak escaped him, followed by a fit of giggles. They were cut short as he was shoved back, though, replaced by a breathless whimper against Herrick's lips. "Nn, you should have come home sooner, then," he huffed softly.
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"Someone has to be responsible and make money around here." Herrick scolded him, stepped back just a little bit and then fondly touched the side of his face. He traced Dillon's lower lip with his thumb and then playfully pushed his head to the side. "Come on. Kitchen. Let's sit down, have a coffee and make serious faces at each other." Because he had said it was a serious talk. And important talk. His steps were much quieter through the house in socks, all the way to the coffee pot.
"Lycurgus invited us over for dinner this Saturday. I said we'd go so I hope you don't have any plans." He'd really invited himself over to dinner, more or less, but between friends those sorts of things hardly mattered. Adding water to the percolator he turned it on and then sighed, resting the small of his back on the edge of the counter as he turned stoically to his wife.
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"I know, I know," Dillon breathed when Herrick scolded him for not working. He didn't want to admit that he was scared to fail, though. He was scared he wasn't good with hair anymore. Scared he would forget he even had to work. "Oo, coffee and serious faces, that kind of fun should be illegal," he chuckled softly as he followed the older vampire into the kitchen.
"I have plans now. Saturday. Got it. I'll try not to be too mouthy to him this time," he smirked. He watched Herrick get the coffee going and then took the few steps to close the distance between them. He tipped his head up so he could press a soft kiss to Herrick's lips, thin arms slipping around his waist.
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"Say and do whatever you want." Herrick assured him. "No one in this town knows anything about you, they look at me like I'm a lunatic when they realize we're together and I'd like that to stop. No one realizes how great you are." He didn't really know how Lycurgus felt about Dillon because he knew the Spartan wouldn't say too much against him in front of Herrick. The fact that he didn't really say anything good about him either told him he'd pretty much made up his mind already, too.
Reaching around behind him he took Dillon's hands by the wrist and slid them instead under his t-shirt and hoodie against his skin. "So we're a family, right? You and me. Married, in love, all that, right?"