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[Claude's hand is warm in his, and that little gesture is slightly distracting distracting. Jamie's expression is downright smitten, and he makes himself look away after a few moments to actually get a look around.]

Oh, yeah, that'd work pretty well. Surprised there's not some kinda home gym they pushed on you. [He grins, drifting slightly towards the windows to check out the view, never letting go of Claude's hand.]

[ Claude follows him, looking out the windows, the view gorgeous. Grinning, he shrugs one shoulder and comments: ]

Politicians aren't known to be fit, I guess must be the implication.

[ Giving the other man's hand a slight pull, he steps up to him and looks at him with his head tilted, a small frown on his face. It's part if it, how he doesn't just lean in to kiss him, but rather hesitates a moment and then, simply, asks: ]

Would you mind if I kissed you?

[ All of the city at their feet, basically. ]

[ The view is fantastic -- maybe the best he's ever seen. It's still not hard for Claude to steal his attention away, and he turns towards him at that little pull, quiet and open. Jamie doesn't mind the hesitation, just watches him. ]

No. I'd like that.

[ The answer is quick, and he seems mostly unashamed about his own eagerness, smiling softly. Jamie ducks in closer, his hand settling lightly at Claude's side, but he doesn't fully close the distance between them. He'll let the other man lead, set the tone. ]

[ It was good, the other night. It was good and he doesn't regret it, but he wants to be close to Jamie again in a different context, where alcohol and adrenaline, nerves and newness doesn't have to play as big a part of it. This is what he wants.

This. This moment.

Leaning in, he reaches up and presses his hand softly to Jamie's upper arm, feeling the muscle there, the strength. Softness comes in a lot of different packages, and besides - strength isn't just one thing.

Then, he kisses him. Softly, on the mouth, head at an angle to avoid nose-bumping and just to welcome the way they slide into place against each other. ]

[ It's soft. Gentle -- the touch, the slide of Claude's mouth against his. It's not something Jamie's all that used to. Most of his experience has been brief and drunken, taking advantage of a chance to be touched for a little while because he gets lonely, and ignoring the fact that it never quite scratches the itch.

Claude's not like that. The other night wasn't like that, even, that empty feeling of being close to somebody without really feeling close. It had been good.

This is still better.

Jamie kisses him sweetly; not careful, exactly, but he matches that softness. In the way he touches, too, a hand coming up to cup Claude's cheek gently. He's always trusted his body to speak for him more than his words, and he touches Claude like he's trying to say I like this and I care for you all in one. ]

[ Jamie has a body that speaks for him, the carefulness of his touch, of the way their lips press together, the gentleness of the slide. Claude appreciates that, he appreciates the way they can meet in this, even if they come from vastly different paths in life.

Claude always believed in all things being able to rise above class, divisions, anything like that.

Slipping his hand up to Jamie's neck, the back of it, just folding his fingers there and holding him, he deepens the kiss without force, just a slight parting of his own lips, inviting the other man inside if he wants. ]

[ He isn't impatient, but he's eager, and not in any way trying to hide it. The invitation is met almost immediately, licking gently into Claude's mouth, almost testing. It all still feels new; even discounting the haze of alcohol, once wasn't nearly enough to try everything he wants to, to map out Claude's reactions and figure out what makes him feel good.

The touching is curious, too -- fingers soft against the line of his jaw, Jamie's other hand skimming up the line of his back, feeling the shape of him. There's a little curve to his lips even as he keeps kissing him, too happy to keep from smiling. ]

[ Feeling the smile, it's like a slight pressure against his mouth, Claude angles his head slightly and pushes back as Jamie licks into him, meeting him, not taking, meeting. Halfway. He tastes like he feels, soft and warm, little darker than you might expect. It's good. It's very good.

His arm comes up around his waist, pulling him in against him slightly, carefully, their bodies aligned from thighs to faces, mouths and Claude loves it, he loves the feeling of him. His fingers slide up into Jamie's hair, following the curve of his skull, feeling the way the strands slip between his fingers.

He's very present. Claude isn't used to presence, he's used to either leaving or being left. ]

[ It feels as natural as breathing to melt into the way Claude pulls him in, pressing carefully close. There's a little hum, low and pleased in the back of Jamie's throat, his arm tightening around Claude slightly. Warm and responsive.

He wears his delight on his sleeve, the way he wears most of his emotions. Present is a good word for it -- he's fully in the moment, very little being held back. ]

I like this better without the drinks. [ It's a giddy little murmur, between one kiss and dipping in for the next. ]

[ Me too, he wants to reply, but he's too busy catching Jamie's initiative and countering with his own. Meeting, halfway, equally. He likes that, he likes that subtracting the alcohol only makes it better. More alive, somehow, less a stupor more a want.

Feeling just the tiniest bit out of breath at this point, Claude is smiling as well, making a low hum of enjoyment near the back of his throat. After a moment, almost reluctantly, though, he lets go of Jamie, pulling out of the kiss, lips tingling and breath slightly shallow. ]

I like the fact that I'll remember this a long time to come.

Me too.

[ Last time is a blur of moments and sensations -- he can't even quite remember how it started, that first kiss. This is a lot better. A proper first.

It takes him a moment to stop watching Claude's mouth, his expression soft and eager in equal measures, but he reaches for his hand after with a grin. ] Come on, you've still got a few rooms to show me.

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