i been missing you, i should be kissing you

[anthophilia]

[ It’s been a pretty good day!

There was the usual extra breaking up of playfights that turn into real kicks and punches that comes along with little boys in superhero costumes who aren’t old enough to have developed a strict understanding of the difference between fantasy and reality yet, and a quick and nasty battle of the Elsas in which one little girl (Nordic blonde, from a background more privileged than most of her classmates, and so capable of reducing her playmates to tears with a few cutting words and disdainful looks that Wolfwood’s weighed up how big of an ethical violation it would be to grab her discarded juice box straw and get DNA run to see if she’s Vash’s secret niece) whose outfit obviously cost about $50 more than anyone else’s told the other three Elsas that they were “just cwappy copies”, but there’d also been a whole lot of good. Face painting, group photos. Shy little Mele had come dressed as Moana and found so much confidence in a costume that linked to her Samoan heritage that she’d taught a group of them (including teachers) how to do a sort of sitting-down clapping dance called a sasa. There’d even been some kids in costumes that weren’t Disney-related, which always warms Wolfwood’s heart. There’s one little boy whose love for anything sparkly and princessy had come into direct conflict with his love of anything spooky until a family brainwave had resulted in what turned out to be Wolfwood’s favourite costume of the day: a zombie fairy, with green and gold glitter on his corpse-painted face, tattered wings, and a tendency to utter a bone-chilling groan and then giggle.

The teachers turn it out, too. The infant room staff are dressed as the good fairies from Sleeping Beauty, the head teacher is Batman with a long dark braid hanging down beneath her cowl, and their receptionist greets all the families dressed as Glinda the Good. Wolfwood himself had forgotten he needed a costume until the night before, but a trip to the thrift shop had provided inspiration in the form of a long-sleeved tee with black and yellow horizontal stripes. Add some wings built from the contents of his craft cupboard and a headband with fuzzy black antennae, and boom! He’s a bee. Millie had giggled delightedly at the sight of him and asked if he was after Vash’s flowers, which Wolfwood is sure was asked in complete innocence but also thought was pretty rich coming from someone in a full suit of (admittedly plastic) armor who’s probably going to go home and become the only reason Meryl Strife would ever behave like a damsel in distress.

The thought sticks with him, though. He’s on closing, so Vash had left for the day before Wolfwood was in costume (not without some whining and extracting a promise of photos) and Wolfwood drives home with wings, headband and all still on so he can creep up behind Vash still bee-ified and wrap his arms around him. ]

Mmm. Honey.

Comments

[spiculatus]

[ okay, vash totally meant to have a surprise ready to go for wolfwood by the time he got home! it's just... well, he had to have a snack, first. and then you totally can't pull off a sexy surprise with dishes in the sink, so he'd started on those! and then meryl had sent him some pictures of milly posing in her knight costume, and that had been distracting, so --

okay, he might have lost track of time.

which is why he jolts with surprise when wolfwood wraps his arms around him from behind, unable to squash the startled eep! before it escapes. fortunately, he recognizes his mystery attacker pretty quickly, and the comment about honey is enough to make him melt back against the other man's chest with a giggle. ]

Shouldn't you be calling me a flower? That's --

[ agh! his surprise! ]

Wait! [ wriggling out of wolfwood's arms, then promptly grabbing hold of his wrists so vash can drag him off to the bedroom. ... and then plunk him down on the edge of the bed. ] Close your eyes!

[anthophilia]

[ What a rollercoaster! Vash melts into his hold, which is delicious, and then he says wait, which Wolfwood's much less of a fan of. Of course, the they're heading to the bedroom, so things are looking up again. He closes his eyes obdediently, the hint of a smirk on his face as he taps one foot - not with impatience, but anticipation. He gave up on trying to figure out how Vash's thought processes work a long time ago, but it's usually entertaining. ]

Well this is a twist.

[spiculatus]

You weren't supposed to get home so fast!

[ like the fact that the surprise wasn't ready is all wolfwood's fault, and not a direct result of vash's ADHD. but! this kinda works out, because the last time he'd tried to pose all sexy on the bed and wait for wolfwood to get home, he'd ended up falling asleep. and! thankfully, he's already put on the sexy surprise, because wrangling himself into it had involved a lot of unsexy cursing and wriggling.

so! he takes a few steps back, then shrugs the robe he'd tugged on off his shoulders, letting it pool around his ankles. and underneath? the strappy bodysuit he'd caught wolfwood eyeing during their last trip to an adult store -- covered in dark purple flowers made of lace, which is why he'd thought tonight was the perfect night to spring it on him. bees love flowers, right? ]

Okay! You can look. [ should he... pose? ... nah, because he can't think of a pose that won't look totally lame. ] I figured it wouldn't bee as fun if you were the only one dressing up.

[anthophilia]

[ Okay, that's fair. Technically the preschool has set hours, but sometimes he'll be home early if all the kids get picked up ahead of schedule, or - more often - late if a parent gets caught in trafiic or the little angels fucking trashed the place that day. So he's inclined to give Vash a little leeway -

which turns into a lot of leeway when he opens his eyes and takes that in. ]

Holy shit.

[ Breathed out, reverent. He'd thought how amazing it'd look on Vash when he'd seen it on display, but it turns out his imagination was lagging behind the glory of reality. It's like the thing was made just for him, all the flowers and straps accentuating the shape of his body. He's gorgeous. ]

I have never been so glad to have been busted bein' a perv before.

[ He hasn't been given permission, and maybe that's rude, but he can't help rising from the bed to get a closer look and skim warm hands over Vash. ]

You look even better than when I was picturing you in it.

[spiculatus]

You like it?

[ almost shy, like wolfwood's reaction isn't already all the answer he needs. but he can't help it! it's not like he's still all that self-conscious about his scars or the prosthetic, not when it's just the two of them, but sometimes it's hard not to trip over an old hang-up or two.

and yeah, he's not complaining about those greedy hands skimming over him either. not if the way he's trying to arch himself up into the touch is any indication, at least. ]

[anthophilia]

What can I say? Bees love flowers.

[ He's still drinking it in, letting his hands roam, but he brings one to settle on Vash's hip and the other on the side of his face as he look Vash in the eye and smiles. ]

And you're about the tastiest-looking flower this bee's ever seen.

[ As lines preceeding a kiss go that's fucking stupid, but that's what Vash is getting! ]

[spiculatus]

[ lucky for wolfwood, vash has always had a soft spot for stupid. and he gets just enough time to beam before wolfwood's mouth ends up on his. and then he's more than happy to wrap his arms around the other man's broad shoulders, finally picking back up where he left off earlier by melting into him with a little sound of appreciation. ]

[anthophilia]

[ Turns out this day's even better than he thought! He kisses Vash slow and warm, really getting into it -

and then he remembers he's dressed as a fucking bee. ]

Wait, wait.

[ His turn to pump the brakes, now. After all, it's hardly fair for Vash to look as delicious as he does and get Wolfwood with doodlyboppers on his head in return! It's with regret that he takes his hands off Vash, but he can't hold the vision of beauty in front of him and get those wings off, after all. ]

[spiculatus]

[ okay, it's probably unfair of him to protest when he was the first person to pull the wait! card, but he can't help it! wolfwood can't kiss him just a little bit and then stop! that's unfair! that's cruel and unusual!

which is why he's whining, trying to reel wolfwood back in for another kiss. ]

Why? Don't wanna.

[anthophilia]

[ That gets a laugh - low, because he's already pretty into this, but no less entertained for it. ]

You look like a whole bouquet of fuckable and I look like I fell in a discount bin at the craft store. Can't exactly even the score, but I can at least try not to look like a total clown for you.

[ He should dress sexy for Vash, sometime. Hard to figure out what'd push his buttons, but not for lack of interest in doing so. It's just that Vash has a tendency to say things like hooray! just at the sight of Wolfwood taking off his jeans to reveal Extremely Ordinary undies, so he's never given it much thought. But! If there's a sexy bee costume out there, this ain't it. ]

[spiculatus]

Noooo! You're not allowed to de-bee!

[ like just the idea is a major tragedy.

and he's perfectly willing to play all the cards at his disposal, pressing himself back up against wolfwood and skating his hands down the other man's chest in an enthusiastic effort to distract him. ] Aren't you gonna pollinate me?

[anthophilia]

Jesus.

[ Pollinate him! He can't help laughing at that - but hey, if that's what Vash wants it's the least Wolfwood can do. He shakes his head, but his smile definitely says yes. ]

How about a compromise?

[ He takes the wings off, strips off his shirt, then - completely against any logic - puts the wings back on, and readjusts his antennae from where stripping his shirt off knocked them askew. ]

I'll keep the wings and the feelers, but I'm not donald ducking it when we get busy just so's I've got stripes.

[spiculatus]

[ he seems a little suspicious, but only because there's a part of him that suspects wolfwood's idea of a compromise might be telling vash to use his imagination. but! when he realizes that the goofy bee costume is staying, it's enough to make him light up all over again. ]

Hooray!

[ this calls for a celebration! and clearly, the best way to do that is to just go ahead and jump wolfwood, absolutely trusting that the other man will steady him when he does the little hop necessary to wrap his legs around wolfwood's waist and his arms back around his shoulders. it's the perfect spot to press another kiss against his mouth, something that vash is taking advantage of immediately. ] What're you waiting for? I thought bees couldn't wait to get busy.

[anthophilia]

[ There it is. Hard to feel too goofy when he's getting such an enthusiastic reaction, and he just grins and makes sure his hands catch under Vash's thigh when he jumps up. A tricky move when Vash is taller than he is, but Vash has made sure he's had plenty of practice.

Part of him wants to ask Vash if he's sure he doesn't want Wolfwood to shower first - in his line of work he's seldom more than 10 feet away from glitter - but right now? He's pretty confident that rogue sparkle transfer is at the bottom of Vash's list of concerns. ]

Famous for it. And with a flower like this on offer, how can I resist?

[ Good thing it's a short trip back to the bed. Vash isn't heavy, but every step Wolfwood takes is another second in which he could realize how stupid he must look. Not that it really matters, anymore; if it makes Vash happy, it's all good. He lowers Vash to the bed and just climbs right on top of him, burying his face in the crook of Vash's neck to bury a kiss there. ]

[spiculatus]

[ see? isn't this way more fun than taking off a bee costume?

vash makes a pleased little sound when wolfwood climbs right on top of him, wrapping his arms around him all over again and pressing a kiss to his temple. wolfwood's weight is a warm and comforting thing -- it always feels like home, like safety. ]

Missed you. All day. [ nuzzling against his cheek, giving him a squeeze. ] It's soooo unfair that your kids get to hog you.

[anthophilia]

You don't mean that. These young minds need serious, responsible adults to help guide them.

[ Said with all the seriousness he can muster - and then a little head tilt which he knows will make his fuzzy antennae jiggle. Just the though of it makes him crack a grin, and then he steals a kiss from Vash's lips. ]

Lucky for you, I'm all tapped out on serious and there's only one responsibility that matters to me right now. Getting some honey.

[spiculatus]

[ he does mean that.

... well, maybe he only half-means it, but still!

but it's also impossible to pout with wolfwood bobbing those silly antennae around, and vash is betrayed when the sight of them makes another fit of giggling break out. clearly, this is cheating that must be punished! ... with a kiss. ]

Yeah? [ sliding his hands down wolfwood's back, nice and slow, until he can get two firm handfuls of his ass and squeeze. ] I'd never keep a hard-working bee away from his prize, hehe.

[anthophilia]

What a sweet bloom you are.

[ It's the kind of line that from someone else - someone classy and rich, maybe with a British accent - might sound smooth. From Wolfwood it's ridiculous, and his crooked grin says he knows it, but he doesn't mean it any less. One more soft, slow kiss, and then he wriggles out of that hold on his ass to start moving down Vash's body. ]

Now... gotta figure out which one of these flowers has the good stuff, huh?

[ As if he doesn't know damn well exactly where to put his mouth by now. Still, if Vash wants to play, Wolfwood can play. He works down slow, kissing the skin exposed between the straps of the bodysuit, lingering to drag his tongue againt the patches near those lace flowers. ]

Hmm. Pretty good... but not what I'm looking for.

[spiculatus]

[ there's a little sound of protest when wolfwood moves his ass out of groping range, but vash is going to consider those kisses to be a fair trade-off. he arches up into them with a little sigh, reaching down to thread his fingers gently through wolfwood's hair. (being careful not to dislodge the doodleboopers, of course!) ]

Didn't know bees needed someone to draw them a map to help them find the treasure.