Ghostcat shenanigans

[technicallyhellbound]

It had been a few weeks since they'd started this arrangement, and so far the Cat had, in fact, been a surprising amount of help. Enough so that Charles had stopped being mostly on-guard while in his presence and had even taken the 'puppy' nickname in stride, though he still hadn't really looked too deeply at why it didn't bother him as much as it probably should.

That particular day was neither a Monday nor a Friday, and was in fact a Wednesday, so while it wasn't one of their scheduled briefings, it was a visit that had been arranged in advance, a few hours while Crystal and Charles were at a concert, the kind of thing that while Edwin enjoyed being invited to, really wasn't the kind of thing he actually enjoyed going to, and the others both knew it, which was why they continued to invite him, even if he always declined.

It was late afternoon, not yet early evening when he stepped out of the mirror into the cannery, tugging at the collar of his slipover in much the same way he did the lapels of his usual jacket. He'd been branching out from his usual look, just a little, in bits and pieces, and now had something of a range of shades of those softer jumpers, this one was a deep bottle-green and was nearly a cowl-neck, but definitely less severe than his usual look.

It had been raining in London, or rather it had been misting heavily, and he wasn't quite sure if it was still raining here or if it had just finished, there wasn't the same kind of moisture in the air, which meant that if it was raining it hadn't been doing so for long, and all he knew was that the Cat had something planned for them to do, he was only now considering that he probably should have asked a few more questions beforehand.

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[technicallyhellbound]

Charles was still working himself out, and Edwin was still happy to let him, and there had been one solitary, startlingly brief kiss, after a job that had been harder than they'd expected, Charles had caught him by the shoulders -as he often did- but instead of the usual shake as if to make sure he was all in one piece, it had been a kiss, sudden and unexpected and over before Edwin could fully register what was happening. Apparently reflex as it hadn't happened again since, nor had Charles brought it up.

But that was neither here nor there at the moment, because despite having agreed to the Cat's preferred method of payment for assisting on cases, it hadn't actually come up again just yet, or, it had, but so far had consisted of a mostly-teasing kiss to the Cat's knuckles and another to his cheek, and one to his brow that had come right before pushing him off to send him home, however gently it had been.

This was new territory, and the almost-question was met with a quiet hum of assent, one that didn't actually finish before the Cat was on him and that was altogether more delightful than Edwin had been expecting. He would have been able to feel it regardless, the Cat being a magical creature and all, but truly being able to feel it was something else again, it was enough to have him gasping softly, the hand that had just been teasing at the Cat's ear sliding back into his hair, just cradling the back of his head as if Edwin might be able to tell when he was going to move again.

[catting]

[ He's kissed a few ghosts in his time, but it's never felt anything like this. He knows, logically, it's to do with the ley lines and the energy transference and the fact that there is newly restored energy thrumming through the magical pathways beneath their feet as they stand here, but... but some romantic part of the Cat's brain is also wondering if it feels this good because it's been such a long time coming, something he's wanted for what feels like an age.

Like the eventual tip over the precipice after edging for too long, he thinks, and tries to suffocate a laugh at his own crudeness but fails. Luckily for him, the sound comes out pleased and affectionate against Edwin's mouth as both his hands fall to his lapels, intimate but respectful despite the fact that both of them know he'd be putting them to good use if he was allowed to.

One kiss, Edwin had said. The Cat refuses to fuck this up, but he also refuses to miss any opportunities. So, as Edwin cradles the back of his head, the Cat tilts his ever so slightly to better fit their mouths together, to get them closer, so that when he opens his mouth ever so slightly to close lips around Edwin's lower one, he can do so without actually breaking away. Technically still the same kiss. ]

[technicallyhellbound]

It was a technicality to be sure, but one that Edwin was going to permit, for the time being, because he was enjoying himself. Not that he hadn't expected to, of course, he'd known there was little enough chance of not enjoying himself, he just hadn't considered just how much the sensations -touch especially predominant among them- would come in to play with his temporary solidity.

His eyes had dipped partway closed just at the initial warmth and pressure and the slide of the Cat's hair between his fingers, a soft sound escaping his throat, not a moan, really, but something dangerously close to one, and it was a sound that mingled easily with the Cat's amusement at himself.

It was a much more definite moan at the teasing pull at his lower lip, fingers pressing reflexively more closely against the Cat's scalp in response, eyes dropping closed completely as if that might make him more able to pick apart the sensation.

will i remember to not use bracket tags when i post this, only time will tell

[catting]

Slowly slowly, the Cat tries to remind himself, despite feeling a wonderful little thrill shoot across his nerves at the sound and sensation of Edwin's soft groan against his mouth.

He really is beautifully tangible right now, as solid as a flesh and blood body though perhaps lacking the warmth, and the Cat is half tempted to jokingly suggest (once they've separated, of course) that they meet up closer to the ley line's vein in future so that the Cat can really come to terms with how far this physicality goes... but it's hard to give the future much thought at all when any time beyond this one means a finality to this kiss.

He breathes slowly through his nose, golden eyes flickering shut, warm breath ghosting between the seams of their lips. Edwin is holding him closer, pressing precise fingers against his scalp, not pushing him away on a claim that this is too much to take all at once or reiterating his one kiss rule-- The Cat wants to kiss him deeper, find out if he tastes like anything at all... but perhaps that would spook Edwin into cutting things short, so he merely pulls softly and then releases his lower lip, replacing it with his own between both of Edwin's — as if to show him reciprocation is just as fun as experiencing it is — while his hands slide up a little further, to lightly brush fingertips over the fine angle of Edwin's jaw.