Playing House: Moving In

[notjustaface]

It's not the best digs they've had, it's a small one-bedroom apartment in the middle of Montreal, but compared to where they've been staying it may as well be the Vegas Hilton. But, it's theirs.

For a whole month, it belongs to them to come and go as they please and make a life for themselves. A life that Face hopes might just be enough to convince Hannibal that running maybe isn't the best idea.

After a day of shopping every thrift shop and half the department stores in town, they managed to pull together some basic living necessities that Face was taking great care to bring up from the curb while Murdock put it all away.

"Last box, baby..." he says with a wide smirk, locking the door behind them. "This is real."

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[notthatcrazy]

"Nothin' like a blindfold to open your eyes, huh?"

He leans back against him with a contented sigh, wrapping an arm loosely around his waist.

[notjustaface]

Nuzzling against him, Face laughs - still feeling the tender ache.

"I wanted you to take charge... To know I trust you not to hurt me."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know, babe."

He nudges him onto his side so they can do some proper spooning.

"Not gonna let anyone hurt you anymore."

[notjustaface]

Letting his arms wrap easily around Murdock's waist, holding him close, Face peppers kisses across the back of his head.

"I could say the same."

[notthatcrazy]

They're each other's protectors, confidantes, playmates and soulmates. That's how things have always been, and how they always should be.

With any luck, how they always will be.

"I'm thinking cuddling, dinner... then maybe go for round two."

[notjustaface]

"Mmmm..." he murmurs affectionately into his partner's hair, drinking in the moment.

"Dinner means obtaining food..."

Which means moving at least far enough to locate a phone book and a cell phone to find somewhere that delivers. And maybe to put on pants.

[notthatcrazy]

Stupid real world.

(Stupid pants.)

"Gotta keep our strength up."

[notjustaface]

And that tone means it's probably going to be Face who gets to do the honors. Ahh, well... the curse of being him.

"Mmm... you drive a hard bargain." He squeezes even tighter.

[notthatcrazy]

It's the downside of being susceptible to Murdock's big puppy eyes.

"You're so good to me."

[notjustaface]

"Think we established this goes both ways." He kisses Murdock behind his ear, brushing aside stray curls.

"Love you baby."

[notthatcrazy]

He giggles at the touch of Face's lips on his ear. "Love you too."

He snuggles back against him, wrapping his arms around him tighter.

"Don't hafta move for a while though."

[notjustaface]

Squeezing harder, he forms his body tight around his lover's - content to hold him for a long moment.

"Mmmm, but aren't you afraid the wanton sex monster will come calling again?" He chuckles under his breath, kissing his ear again.

[notthatcrazy]

"Hmm... no, I can't say that was really a concern." He laughs, leaning back to tickle his side.

[notjustaface]

Laughing lightly, not particularly ticklish but more than willing to play along, Face growled playfully into his neck - nibbling above the collar line.

"Oh, you never know... once you get the blood pumping - my sexy guy underneath me..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Well... I guess we could postpone dinner in that case."

He turns for a proper kiss, slow and tender.

[notjustaface]

He's only joking a little, though he's sure his body could probably keep that promise.

"Wouldn't want to delay it too long..." Face groans against his lips, licking gently. "Can't have my boy hungry."

[notthatcrazy]

He parts his lips slightly, letting him in.

"You take such good care of me, babe."

It's a lighthearted comment, but there's a lot of truth behind it.

[notjustaface]

A lot of truth for both of them.

"Gotta keep your strength up..." he murmurs, kissing him again; "I'd like to keep you around a bit."

[notthatcrazy]

It's true that he's always been on the skinny side, and he does sometimes forget to eat unless someone reminds him. But he doesn't like Face to worry.

"Ain't plannin' on going' anywhere, sweetheart."

[notjustaface]

"Better not," he cautions, squeezing him again.

"Someone's gotta have my six."

[notthatcrazy]

"You know it, man."