[ She presses her lips in what looks like a smirk and is actually barely contained affection. Hair brushed behind her ear, Cellar lifts herself a little bit, too. ]
I need to get something like sildenafil? They probably have it at the clinic. Most of the other stuff is just what we already do. Except the other way around, I guess.
[ Not a laugh, but almost. She leans in for a kiss, leans back to the same position. ]
[ Hand on Theo's shoulder, an ecstatic Cellar nudges him to lie down on his back, proceeding to attack his face with several little kisses, soft and sweet. ]
Love you, Teddie.
[ And she makes him cuddle her for another while, thinking they could fall asleep like this. Except— ]
Oh, shit, I forgot.
[ Tragic news: she has to peel herself away from her boyfriend to head over to the dresser. The smallest drawer is opened, several things placed on top of the dresser: a vial, one disposable syringe and two needles, alcohol swabs and a disposal container. Cellar, in her underwear, prepares everything until the medication is transferred to the syringe. She's dried up the alcohol swabbed on her skin, about to inject her thigh in front of a mirror, then stops. ]
[She jumps up and he's not alarmed, per se, but he does sit up on his elbows - stirring from what could've been a cozy dozing - watching her with the same languid love and affection he always does. But she propositions him, and he sits further forward, rubbing at the corner of his eye.]
Will I fuck it up?
[The biggest concern, naturally. But he's getting up off the bed, heading toward her.]
No, [ Fond laughter, gesturing at him to come closer after he stands up. She tells him exactly how to do it — no pressure, but it is in fact easy to fuck it up — and then she makes sure to get everything out of Theo's way for the big moment.
After it's done, after she puts everything away, she comes back in the room to kiss him, long and deep. ]
[That was easier than he thought yet still a bit daunting, so he takes relish in the fact he did good and indeed avoided fucking up. He kisses her excitedly when they're back, and touches their noses together. He did good, he did good, he did g-]
Thank you for saying that even though I could've totally fucked it up.
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I need to get something like sildenafil? They probably have it at the clinic. Most of the other stuff is just what we already do. Except the other way around, I guess.
[ Not a laugh, but almost. She leans in for a kiss, leans back to the same position. ]
Do you wanna do it?
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[How do you say "there's no sex with you I wouldn't want to do"?]
We can go shopping tomorrow? Not - no rush, or anything. Just... so we have it in our back pocket for whenever we wanna do it? 'Cause I wanna do it.
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[ What's that? Another kiss? She has Can't Stop Smiling disease, oh no. ]
… Thanks, Teddie. I didn't know how you'd react.
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[With the deep shit, he means. Specifically.]
I care about you a lot, Cel. Perils of being in love with you, I guess.
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Love you, Teddie.
[ And she makes him cuddle her for another while, thinking they could fall asleep like this. Except— ]
Oh, shit, I forgot.
[ Tragic news: she has to peel herself away from her boyfriend to head over to the dresser. The smallest drawer is opened, several things placed on top of the dresser: a vial, one disposable syringe and two needles, alcohol swabs and a disposal container. Cellar, in her underwear, prepares everything until the medication is transferred to the syringe. She's dried up the alcohol swabbed on her skin, about to inject her thigh in front of a mirror, then stops. ]
… Do you wanna do it?
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Will I fuck it up?
[The biggest concern, naturally. But he's getting up off the bed, heading toward her.]
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After it's done, after she puts everything away, she comes back in the room to kiss him, long and deep. ]
Thank you. For being you.
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Thank you for saying that even though I could've totally fucked it up.