[Milliways]: Breaking the dry spell

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is trying very hard not to just drag Steve up the stairs to their room. Despite having been waiting in the bar, he hasn't been spending much time here at all. It made him think far too much of Steve, and the drawings Steve had left for him didn't really help on that score.

He manages to restrain himself, though, as he unlocks the door.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans back a little to look at him. "What do you believe in, my love?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles. "Oh, darlin', that's a long list.

"But it starts with 'you.'"

[golden_lyre]

"It starts with me? That's...a lot to live up to."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shakes his head and gently kisses him. "You've already proven yourself."

[golden_lyre]

"And you're sure there will be no more tests?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No," Steve says honestly, "but that's life, isn't it?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yes. And that's why it's a lot to live up to."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Orpheus," Steve says, taking Orpheus's face in his hands again, "I wouldn't love you if I didn't believe in you."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, but...more than anything else?" Orpheus asks, leaning his forehead against Steve's.


[ooc: bedtime]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes," Steve says. "That wasn't meant to scare you."


[ooc: Good night!

[golden_lyre]

"I know. I'm not scared." A little concerned maybe, but that's not the same thing.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I believe," Steve murmurs, slowly nuzzling Orpheus's face, "that you have taught me more about love than a thousand books and songs ever could. And I believe that there are sides to you that you've shown no one but me for a thousand years. I believe your faith in your gods is a beautiful thing, and I believe that as much as I love your for your music I love you for your goodness and gentleness so much more. I believe that having you in my life has given me a place to call home when I lost everything else. I believe you are my center, and without you I'd be adrift and lost."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes another deep breath. That feels, somehow, like even more to live up to, even though he knows he's been doing that already.

Steve has managed something that only Apollo has been capable of so far. He's robbed Orpheus of words. So instead, he kisses Steve slow and sweet, and finally murmurs, "I believe in you too."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and pulls Orpheus on top of him so they can make out for a while.

[golden_lyre]

And that is so much better than trying to talk about things, as far as Orpheus is concerned, so he makes no protest whatsoever.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Talking can wait. Kissing is fun.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is inclined to agree. Or he would be if his mind were not more pleasantly occupied.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's back as they kiss, and lightly scratches along his spine.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus makes a soft, pleased noise as he does, his own fingers tracing along Steve's arms.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hums back in response, low and growly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nips at his lip, deepening the kiss.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hitches them closer, his arms going around Orpheus's waist.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, arching into him.

"What would you like to do now, lovely?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Anything you want to do, darlin'," Steve murmurs, arching right back. His face is soft with bliss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles. "This is supposed to be your party."