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[mathemagier]

For those of you with superhero/code names, how were they decided?

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[driftsintobuffetline]

Whoa whoa, dude!

[He stumbles upward, if that is at all possible by the laws of physics, and catches himself on Hermann, arms low around his fiance's waist. Newt gives Hermann's rear a squeeze and doesn't follow the order.]

A little eager, huh?

[mathemagier]

[Hermann's grumbling stops and he steals a kiss instead]

If I recall correctly, you're the one that propositioned and provoked me.

[driftsintobuffetline]

You asked for it.

[After the kiss, he leans down to undo some buttons and kiss Hermann's neck.] Thanks--by the way. ...Used to think we'd lose our passion if we didn't argue so fiercely anymore, but hey.

[His fingers stop midway down the trail of shirt buttons, leaving the shirt open in their wake. Newt gives a shrug, smiling.]

New turn-on: Compromise is hot.

[mathemagier]

[Hermann shivers under Newton's touch and curls his arm around his waist]

We are going to be in our seventies and still arguing everything, Newton. But I rather agree. Now if you want 'the D' we're going to need to relocate somewhere more comfortable.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[He giggles. Hermann saying 'the D' is somehow so incredibly funny. ...But in their 70s... Growing old with Hermann...

Now is not the time to get emotional...

He backsteps slowly towards the hall, leading Hermann with him.]

What? Not going to make good on that 'bend you over the couch' threat you're always issuing?

[mathemagier]

[He raises a brow, pausing them in place]

Is that how you want it?

[Hermann slowly eases weight onto his left leg to test how it might hold up. It feels strong enough, though that could always change after so much exertion]

I could probably manage it.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[He watches the test.]

Hey. We don't neeeeed to just manage it. I'm cool with the bed if it means you're not in too much pain tomorrow when I want a round two...Mmkay? We're going to make this a compromise. Because compromise is sexy.

[mathemagier]

[He leans back on his cane and regards Newton a moment. If he's hesitant to agree, it's because he curses his disability the most when they're in bed together and his body fails him. Things like this he'd like to be able to do without a second thought and he hates feeling like he's letting Newton down.]

Well it's only fair I follow through with it sometime. I could always take something for pain in the morning..

[driftsintobuffetline]

Yeah, or you could just remember I'm not unhappy or dissatisfied if we don't do it.

Really, Hermann. There's nothing 'fair' about forcing you through discomfort when there's a million other ways we can have fun.

[mathemagier]

[Hermann steps in and presses a soft kiss to Newton's lips]

I want to- some other time perhaps. But we'll retire to the bedroom for now. I do still need to reward you.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[He smiles into the kiss, then presses his forehead to Hermann's]

Yeah, you do. Lavish me with praise and reward.

[mathemagier]

[He draws him into a deeper kiss in answer]

Very well then.

[Hermann tugs them back down the hall]

Any requests?