Ben & Ender's house on Shakespeare [some evening]

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Ben was curled up on the sofa with Ender's rather dry book on anatomy after Ben's research into the subject had brought up suggestions like "Bend Over," "Eating Out," and other titles that had sent Ben into an unhelpful cycle of flail. (Jane had a wicked sense of humor, not that Ben knew that.)

He had a dish of ice cream while he waited for dinner to warm up--his only outward sign of nerves--and kept glancing at the door waiting for Ender to come home.

Just another night, right? If he kept repeating that to himself, maybe he'd believe it.

[OOC: This is going to get waaaaaaay NWS, methinks. For the boy.]

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"I don't know," Ben replied, frowning slightly. "It just seemed so...forward that way?"

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"Still a little nervous thinking about it in detail?" Ender guessed.

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Ben nodded. "I'm better at...not talking."

[endsthegame]

"I know."

Ender touched Ben's arm gently. "Hey," he said. "We triumphed over all this crazy book nonsense."

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"Pictures and all," Ben said, kissing him again.

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"And all the frank language in the world couldn't touch it," Ender murmured.

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"It really couldn't," Ben replied, resting his forehead against Ender's. "I'm glad it was you."

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"I'm glad it was you, too," Ender said softly. "But I've always been glad." He ran his fingers through Ben's hair. "This wasn't about 'bending over', anyway."

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"It really wasn't," Ben agreed, sighing happily.

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"Not in the least because there wasn't much bending," Ender said, because he couldn't really resist it. He kissed Ben's cheek. "This has been a good night. Thank you."

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Ben laughed, blushing. "We'll do it again?" he murmured.

[endsthegame]

"I'd love another steak," Ender said seriously.

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Ben blew a raspberry against Ender's neck. "Brat," he said fondly.

[endsthegame]

Ender reached out and tickled him gently. "We'll do it again," he agreed. "Maybe even the other way around."

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"Sounds fun," Ben said. "This time was more serious-feeling."

Possibly because Ben had spent a good chunk of that being scared.

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Ender's mouth curved. "You were worried."

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"Yeah," Ben admitted.

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"That tends to make things serious," Ender said.

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"True," Ben said, kissing Ender again mostly because he could. "Next time will be less...fraught."

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Ender smiled. "I think so," he murmured. "Less to be afraid of. Less unknown variables..."

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"Less fussing about logistics," Ben added, brushing Ender's hair from his face.

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Ender smiled a little. "That wasn't so scary, was it?"

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"No," Ben said, kissing Ender's nose.

[endsthegame]

Ender took a deep breath, then released it. He sounded downright content. "Good," he murmured. "But save me. It's making me introspective."

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"I like when you get introspective," Ben said, snuggling in against him. "We have good talks then."