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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"Okay," Ender said softly, and let himself believe it.

Ben looked content, and he looked happy; it was impossible not to kiss him again.

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Ben stroked the back of Ender's neck as he returned the kiss. "No deflection this time?" he asked quietly. "No parameters about me being free to leave whenever I want?"

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"You are free to leave whenever you want," Ender said quietly. "I'd just rather you don't."

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Ben hooked his foot around Ender's. "I'm not going anywhere without you," he murmured softly, leaning in to kiss him.

Ender looked vulnerable and that wasn't something Ben was all that used to seeing.

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It was a weird night. Had been before what had just happened, really.

"I know, I know," Ender said, tilting his head and kissing him back. "But you asked."

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"Yeah, I did," Ben said, sucking on Ender's lower lip.

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"So," Ender murmured, a few moments later. "Not as weird as you'd thought?"

He was genuinely curious.

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"Not once I stopped overthinking it," Ben said. "For you? I know that wasn't exactly what we'd talked about."

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"It was actually easier when I got to focus on making sure you got what you needed," Ender admitted.

Shocker.

"It's... it was nice." Beat. "Well. 'Nice'."

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"What's the difference between nice and nice?" Ben asked, kissing his neck gently.

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"One leaves me without the processing power to come up with a better word than 'nice'?" Ender offered.

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"Oh, okay," Ben said, sounding a little smug.

Tiredly smug, but smug.

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Ender released a little amused snort. "Yes," he said, "You are a terribly nice person to be inside."

He blamed sex dumb.

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Ben blushed hard. "Don't think they have a card for that."

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"Or flowers," Ender said, kissing his jaw because it was closest. "Maybe a book."

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"Probably already saw that book," Ben said, continuing to blush. "My search through the online database turned up some interesting titles."

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... Jane, Ender was going to have a talk with you.

"Did it?" he asked.

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"There's one called 'Bend Over,'" Ben said with a slightly nervous laugh.

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Ender snorted again. "Of course there is," he said, poking Ben in the stomach. "Why the nerves?"

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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."

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"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.