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Room 209, Monday Evening

Sparkle was not in the greatest of moods today. In fact, he was in the exact opposite of a good mood today. For... reasons. Reasons that mostly involved trying to light a smoke and nearly losing an eyebrow, and no, he didn't want to talk about it, he was going to just sit himself on his bed and hate everything and occasionally squirm uncomfortably. Also for reasons, but those ones were reasons that had nothing to do with his eyebrow, thanks. Just... thanks.

He was probably just lucky that it was an eyebrow, and not his whole head of hair. And, bearing that in mind, he was going to stay on his bed, where he couldn't screw anything else up, and he was going to pat Alec on the... shoulder. The shoulder, which was exactly where he was aiming, because who the hell wanted to pat a baby panther on the head, right?

People who could aim, that's who.

[OOC: For one, but can be open before that, sure!]

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Alec-the-panther didn't mind the shoulder-pats. From where he was standing -- well, sitting -- all curled up in Sparkle's lap, attention was attention, and being an animal for the past two weeks had made him start to appreciate the value of people paying attention to him. Plus, Sparkle's hands just plain felt nice. Nicer than other people's hands, really. Not that Alec had a whole lot of experience with being pet by other people's hands, of course, but the principle of the thing was that--

-- that he was suddenly a person again, still in Sparkle's lap, and kinda naked? Because, well. He was.

And, well, that meant a whole lot more naked boy in Sparkle's lap than he'd been prepared for, really, and another pat to a bare shoulder before Sparkle hissed an audible, "Fuck!"

Because suddenly having a naked guy in his lap was startling, okay?!

Also, the naked guy in question was not a small person. Alec was approaching six feet and had muscles aplenty. (And scars and the odd tattoo-looking thing, if Sparkle was inclined to notice those aspects rather than the... overall nudity and sudden weight in his lap.)

"Sorry!" Alec blurted out, scrambling for a bedpost to grab onto so he could get out of Sparkle's lap, but in a shocking display of less-than-perfect coordination from the Shadowhunter, he missed the bedpost and wound up sprawled on the floor.

At which point it took him a moment to close his legs. So.

"Sparkle," he said, very carefully, "do you have some clothes I could borrow?"

"Um."

Yeah, that was intelligent-sounding, right there, what with all the staring with his mouth hanging open and a sort of breathless squeak to go along with it.

Sparkle was usually way more suave, but today had been... you know, interesting.

"That'll fit... you?"

Look, there was a lot of Alec, and not much of Sparkle, and... Really. There was a lot of Alec. Wasn't there?

"Preferably," Alec said, a little bit breathlessly. See, he was human again all of a sudden and he had a whole bunch of human hormones, and, you know, laying down and looking up at Sparkle had all of these... connotations.

He'd probably better sit up, now that he thought about it.

"Hello, by the way," he added as he straightened up to a sitting position, moving his hands to provide himself with strategic... uh, coverage at the same time. "Thank you for, um, you know, watching me."

"Oh, am I ever."

Wait. Wait, Alec meant back when he was still a panther, didn't he? Sparkle blinked and then cleared his throat, and then pulled himself off of his bed and edged his way toward the dresser. Right, clothing.

"I mean, it wasn't like it was har- difficult or anything. You were, like, a cat. Didn't even try to eat Velcro. Uh. I don't know if I have pants your size. I usually wear them, uh, tight."

He was groping at his dresser drawer handle, and missing. A lot.

"Um," Alec said. "Right." He knew that. He knew that because he'd paid attention to Sparkle's clothes before. He didn't pay attention to a lot of people's clothes, but Sparkle's were, uh, usually kind of noteworthy. "I... guess if you don't mind, you could maybe run to my room and get some?" he suggested. That would have the added bonus of giving him a minute or two to compose himself and make it easier to conceal the fact that he was, uh, he was really paying attention to Sparkle right now. As in, all of him was. "It's 401. Might be unlocked."

"Might be," Sparkle agreed. "Just in case, I can--"

Okay, he just totally missed his lockpicks, sitting right there on top of his dresser. And then missed again. And then frowned, and shook his head, and turned back toward the door.

"I'll try the handle."

...

"If I can open my own fucking door."

Ordinarily, Alec might have already figured out that closing one's eyes would do the trick to help compensate for whatever the island was doing with the grabbing-things; unfortunately, today, with Sparkle in the room and looking very nice this evening, closing his eyes wasn't exactly Alec's top priority.

"Just -- slightly to the left," Alec said helplessly, sounding a little strained.

"Left. Right. I'll just--" Overshoot, that way. Right, then. "You're shitting me."

Sparkle was staring in consternation at the doorknob now, yes. And trying again. Above. Below. Leaning a little to the left...

"Just steal a bedsheet, I guess? That's... what people do when..."

Sparkle wasn't finishing that statement, no. He was busy turning around and staring again, instead.

Alec blinked up at Sparkle. He was... kind of staring a bit too, yes. And Sparkle was wearing clothes.

"You, uh," he began, before licking his lips and doing his best to remember what he was about to say. "You wouldn't mind?"

"... Nah. I mean. So long as I get my blanket back, it's not like you'd even be the first naked person to run out of my room with it."

Or even the second or third, technically.

"And. I mean. You're pretty naked."

Pretty.

And naked.

Er.

"...I wouldn't?" Well, that was curious. Alec had to look a bit quizzical at that.

Not judgmental! Just... gosh, Sparks. Unexpected news!

"I guess I could, uh. Do that." He cleared his throat and began scooting in a little half-circle, keeping one hand covering what it was currently covering while he reached hesitantly for Sparkle's bedsheet with the other hand.

Naturally, he kept missing.

"Other animal transformations," Sparkle explained, sidling over to the bed and making a grab for the sheet, too. Since, you know, Alec was having such a difficult time of it and all.

Instead, his hand was going to just grab Alec's hand, instead.

"... I meant to do that."

Sure, Sparks.

"Oh." Alec found that unlikely. "Um, good job."

Congrats, Sparkle!

...They really were awfully close right now, weren't they? Alec personally was marveling at Sparkle's eyeliner right about now, so... yeah. Close.

This time actually meaning to, Alec flexed up his hand and weaved his fingers through Sparkle's. The only reason he didn't miss that grab was because there wasn't really anything else nearby to grab onto. Wasn't that lucky?

So lucky. And Sparkle was licking his lips a little as he acknowledged that little gesture. And gave Alec's hand a squeeze. And... was he a little short of breath?

Yeah he was.

"... So, uh. Hi there."

Yeah, Sparkle was usually way better at things like words.

Hey, Sparkle, ever been abruptly kissed by a naked guy before?

...Well, possibly. Anyway, Alec was trying it too.

Ooooh. You know, Sparkle wasn't going to complain about this. Ever. He was going to roll with it, because...

... Because being kissed on the nose was kind of adorable.

"Missed," Sparkle teased, though, so help him, he was a bit breathless as he did so. And he was reaching his free hand up to rest on Alec's shoulder, not particularly paying attention to his hand at all.

"This feels much less appropriate with me not having clothes on," Alec mumbled. His free hand really couldn't move at all without sending this little makeout session down a very unexpected road, so Sparkle would just have to cope with that.

He did, however, try to kiss Sparkle again, this time aiming just slightly off of center.

There. Mouth. That was better.

Oooh. Hey, that was way better than having his nose kissed. Sparkle was all about having his mouth kissed. By, you know, a naked guy. A naked Alec in particular. He gave a low hum, one that was full of approval, and let his hand drift up over the skin of Alec's back, fingers knotting in his hair once they made it up that high.

Funny what not actually trying could accomplish.

Fandom Island: promoting laziness and distraction across the island since... well, April 1st, 2013.

It took a great deal of effort to get Alec to stop paying attention to everything around him, for the record, but if he concentrated mostly on how good Sparkle smelled, then he was able to unlock their fingers and move his hand to Sparkle's hip instead. Skills, yo.

Oh. Oh hey, hand on Sparkle's hip? That was getting another approving hum out of Sparkle, who was leaning in much closer, pressing his chest against Alec's and--

"You're still naked," he murmured, taking a moment in edgewise to catch his breath.

"Oh," Alec said. He was aware, just -- in the back of his mind, right now. "Right. Should I... not be?"

Oh, Alec.

"Not complaining," Sparkle murmured against Alec's mouth, "but it's got me tempted to keep my blanket to myself after all."

You know. Because.

"That--" Alec leaned in to kiss... just next to Sparkle's mouth-- "doesn't seem fair, though," he replied. "You're still wearing clothes and I'm not. And I can't move my hand anywhere. Not so convenient."

"I could take my clothes off, too," Sparkle offered. Because Sparkle was totally a problem solver, here. You're welcome, Alec.

Alec was actually very much on board with that.

"You sure?" he breathed. "This is kind of, um, fast, and we could postpone if you want..."

"I mean, if we don't miss," Sparkle replied, giving his eyes a roll toward the ceiling, because fuck you, Fandom. Seriously. "It's hot in here, and it's not like I'm shy or anything."

It wasn't that hot in here. It was just... well... hot in here.

It really was. "Okay, then," Alec decided, because he couldn't deny that a less clothed Sparkle sounded really good right now. "Um, let's do that."

Too bad the sudden injection of actual conversation into this makeout session might have made it a little harder to not concentrate on reaching for things, right?

"Excellent," Sparkle practically purred, reaching down for the edge of his shirt. And... managing to grab his leg, instead. "... Yeah. Yeah. Great."

He'd try again. That was a good plan, right? How could he fuck up taking his shirt off?

"Here, I can--" Alec began, leaning forward to help--

--and inadvertently grabbing something else entirely.

"...Oh, by the Angel. I am so sorry."

Was that a strangled sound that Sparkle made there? Yep. Yep, it was. A strangled, definitely bothered but certainly not troubled sound, and then he was leaning forward and deciding to hell with undressing and attempting to smother Alec with a kiss.

... To the cheek, but fuck it, Sparkle was figuring by this point that he should just be happy that he was kissing Alec and not a dresser or something.

Yeah, this particular bout of weirdness would need them to institute a policy of 'it's the thought that counts,' Alec suspected. Otherwise, disappointment would probably be a thing.

He shut his eyes and went for a kiss again, surprised when he actually found the target. "'s better with your eyes closed," he mumbled, deciding not to mess with a good thing when he kept his eyes closed and tried again.

Oh. Oh hey, Alec didn't miss that time. That was good, really, because it meant that now that they were kissing, Sparkle could nibble at Alec's lip without worrying about somehow missing. There was some horrible sort of oral acrobatic feat that would have to occur for something like that to happen.

And, since Alec had said something about closing his eyes, Sparkle was doing just that.

Funny how easily his hand found Alec's thigh, now that he wasn't looking.

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