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Regulus Black ([info]vagueconspiracy) wrote in [info]shards_of_time,
@ 2008-10-11 19:07:00

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WHO: Gellert and Albus
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Wherever the wind takes us!
WHAT: Clearly I did not think this through.



Gellert was frustrated beyond all reason. The search for the Hallows had stalled, thanks to being catapulted into the future. All the trails had gone cold, he didn't even know where to begin to look for new information, and he was beginning to fear that it might be hopeless.

Obviously, it was vital that they return to their own time.

"Obviously," he said, pacing on the sidewalk in Hogsmeade, where they had come to enjoy the quaint village atmosphere because it was so crowded in the Ministry housing, "it is vital that we return to our own time."

Gellert paused and tapped a finger against his lips. He was wearing his jeans again, mostly because he could, and a rather fuzzy sweater that he feared made him look silly but which was quite warm. "But," he mused. "How to manage this. Perhaps! You should get a job in the Department of Mysteries."


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[info]vagueconspiracy
2008-10-28 10:55 pm UTC (link)
Apparently someone hadn't yet learned how to breathe while kissing. That was okay. Gellert could teach him.

He could teach Albus a lot of things, actually, and had every intention of doing so. Sooner rather than later, for preference, because Gellert was really quite insatiable. Also it was cold, and snogging was warm.

He leaned into Albus's touch like a stroked cat and followed him to the ground, with a shining grin. "Nervous, hmm," he said. "What is it that makes you nervous? Do you just not like it when I'm taller than you?" Curling up at Albus's side, Gellert rested his head on the other man's shoulder, pressing his lips lightly to Albus's throat.

It was only then that he noted Albus's protective hand hovering over the book. Damn, he hadn't forgotten yet...but for a moment there, Gellert had, which was unexpected.

This required thinking about. Later. After he had the book. And more kissing.

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[info]_bumblebee_
2008-11-04 06:10 pm UTC (link)
Albus would never have doubt about Gellert's ability to teach, but him learning how to kiss in the first place would be the issue. But for now, Albus concentrated on the decidedly warm body pressing into his side and mechanically really, he reached around the young man to pull him closer, holding him in a warm embrace of one arm. The touch of lips to his throat was surprising but not all together unpleasant and he smiled at it.

"No, I'm amused at you being shorter and in no way intimidated.. I just wanted you to sit down with me. Are you surprised?" he asked, reaching up with the other hand to push his fingers through the man's curly blonde hair.

Casting aside thoughts of the book just then, Albus turned his head to peer at Gellert again.. only for a brief moment before he leaned in to kiss him again.

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[info]vagueconspiracy
2008-11-04 06:21 pm UTC (link)
"No," Gellert said, "not surprised at all," and kissed back, lifting one hand to cup the back of Albus's neck and hold him close. No way was he ending this one before Gellert was damn well ready for it.

And when he did break the kiss, with a soft, wordless murmur of appreciation, Gellert didn't pull back, stayed happily in the circle of Albus's arm, and reached up to toy with a stray stand of long red hair.

"You keep playing with my hair," he noted. "Why is that? Do you just like it so much, or are you afraid to touch me anywhere else?"

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