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AS YOU WISH - A Tweener Spec: Year 1 (Author: Mick)
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The night sounds drifted in through the open french doors. Lestat and
Louis were relaxing in the parlor, enjoying each others presence. 
 
Louis was settled in Lestat's favorite wing-chair, reading, and Lestat
lounged on the sofa, listening to a Bach CD, idly swinging one leg.
His arms were folded across his chest, one finger softly tapping
against his lips, keeping time with the music.
 
Louis was not actually reading. He was watching Lestat... watching the
smooth play of muscle in the swinging leg, watching the rhythmic
dimpling of the generous mouth. Louis' mind was definitely not on the
book he was reading. His breathing quickened as he watched Lestat. 
 
Lestat noticed the change in Louis and glanced up. Louis quickly
looked back down at his book; not quick enough of course. 
 
Lestat stretched, twisting and turning his long lithe body in obvious
enjoyment, watching Louis out of the corner of his eye, and smiled at
the faint flush staining Louis' cheeks. He focused his attention on
the CD player and shut it off with a thought.
 
Louis, his eyes back on the book, said quietly, "Why don't you use the
Remote Lestat." 
 
Lestat rose smoothly from the couch and simply shrugged, "Don't know
where it is. Besides, my way saves batteries." This comment elicited a
soft snort from Louis who pointedly didn't look up from his book to
watch Lestat cross the room.
 
Lestat circled around behind the chair, bent to slide his arms around 
Louis' neck, placed soft kisses on ear and cheek, and dropped a parting 
kiss on top of the black silken mass of hair before moving toward the 
door. He paused and nonchalantly addressed the back of Louis' head, "I'm 
going up to the attic to rearrange a few things," and strolled off down 
the hall.
 
Louis' bright green eyes unfocus momentarily as he listened to the
light step traverse the hall and ascend the stairs, straining to the
limits of his hearing, listening until the soft sound faded away.
 
He gave himself a little shake and went back to his book. A rueful
chuckle escaped him as he noticed he was still on the page he opened
the book to well over a half hour ago. That's incredibly slow reading
even for him. He knew full well that Lestat noticed the absence of
page turning on his part. He also knew that he was now supposed to
make his way to the attic in search of Lestat. With a soft laugh he
shut the neglected book with a snap, dropped it onto the vacant chair
and made his way to the attic.
 
He lightly ascended the attic stairs and leaned against the door,
studying Lestat. Lestat was standing with his back to the door, hands
on his hips, studying the new placement of the massive stone coffin.
He has removed his shirt and was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. A
small smile pulled at the corner of Louis mouth, and his nostrils
quivered as they drew in the smell. Lestat must have been indulging in
some rather vigorous calisthenics to work up that sweat, the weight of
the coffin presenting no challenge to his present strength.
 
Lestat, not bothering to turn around, addressed Louis over his
shoulder, "What do you think of this spot?"
 
Louis stepped into the room, closed the door behind him and activated
the electronic locks. He turned, hands clasped behind his back, hiding
the tight grip they had on each other as he struggled for control. A
fresh wave of sent from the blood sweat hit him and his lips pulled
slightly back from his teeth, partially exposing the fangs. He tipped
his head down, letting the loose dark hair swing forward and bathe his
face in shadow.
 
At the sound of the door closing and the locks being activated, Lestat
turned, feigning surprise. "What are you locking the door..." He
stopped short as the bowed head lifted. His eyes widened in surprise
at Louis' expression and he struggled to keep his delight from
showing.
 
"I got tired of reading. I thought of something else I'd rather be
doing. Something for which interruptions would be most unwelcome,"
Louis responded, one long graceful hand reaching for the light switch.
 
Lestat, his eyes still adjusting from the bright illumination of the
electric lights to the now total blackness, was suddenly swept from
his feet and borne backwards to sprawl across the lid of the stone
coffin.
 
"Louis! What's gotten into you? What are you doing?" Lestat asked
breathlessly, still trying to mask his delight.
 
"You're all sweaty. If you don't get cleaned up, you'll be sticky as
well. I'm going to help you get clean." Louis growled softly in his
ear, his tongue making a trail from ear to throat.
 
"But Louis," Lestat quavered, still trying to hold on to his
increasingly transparent subterfuge, "what if David should..."
 
Louis stopped his trail blazing and stilled Lestat's feeble protest
with a kiss. "I've locked the door," he said after a moment. "David is
a gentleman, he understands locked doors. He won't disturb us."
 
"Really, Louis..." Lestat began again, only to be stopped a second
time by Louis' kiss.
 
Louis pulled away and said mockingly, "That's quite enough Lestat."
 
Lestat smiled to himself in the darkness and whispered, 

                         "As you wish."
 
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			   THE END
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The last line is a total nod to Princess Bride's Buttercup and her
Wesley.