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It seems to take an age of man to settle Julie down into their bed, get her to sleep while still clinging to Granby's hand. Eventually, though, he managed to extricate himself and went into the little bathroom to wash his face. He pulled on a clean shirt, pushed damp hair back from his face and then went to find Laurence, out in the kitchen.

"There you are, then," he says, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. "My love."

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"So tell me," he says, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth, fingers curling against the side of Laurence's neck. "Show me."

"Lord, John." Laurence turned his head, lifting Granby's hand to kiss his palm, slow and gentle, but with a desperate sort of relief behind it. "If you were not here I do not know what I would do." Continue, most likely. He had lived thirty years of his life without knowing John Granby, after all, but he would be a different man if he was to lose him suddenly.

The kiss is chaste, barely anything at all, but it's enough to make Granby tremble, ever so slightly. He bites his lip over the smile, hsi fingers curling ever so slightly.

"I'm right here, Will. I'm yours."

"Thank God for that," he said, finally moving to embrace Granby, holding him close as he kissed him, long and deep and unwilling to let go.

He let himself melt into the kiss, hand coming up to cradle Laurence's slightly stubbled cheek as they press close together. When it finally breaks, he leans his forehead against Laurence's.

"Jesus, Will. Just come to bed, would you?"

He nodded, stepping back slightly to sit on the edge of the bed and removing his boots before reaching for Granby once more. "Yes, John."

Granby pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it unceremoniously on the floor. It's one of those modern shirts, thin cotton, and it won't matter if it lies there until morning. He drops his hand, thumbing open the button on his trousers.

His boots off and discarded Laurence began divesting himself of his own shirt, watching Granby all the while. After the past few day's uncertainty he did not want to lose sight of him.

It didn't take more than a handful of moments to strip himself entirely and then Granby leaned down over Laurence, taking another kiss.

"I'm so tired, I feel like I could sleep for a hundred years," he admits, dropping down onto his knees between Laurence's, starting to undo his trousers.

"You are not the only one." Smiling softly, Laurence ran a hand absently through Granby's hair. "If you decided to sleep for the next century I would likely join you," he continued, an involuntary yawn lending weight to the statement.

"Let's get out of the rest of your clothes," says Granby, leaning forward to press a kiss against the bare skin over Laurence's ribs. "At the very least, I want to go to sleep with your skin against mine, Will. At the very, very least."

"I think that, at the very least, may be easily accomplished," Laurence said, shifting his seat and beginning to remove his trousers. "At the very, very least."

Granby sits back comfortably on his heels and watches Laurence finish undressing. An eyebrow twitches.

"More could very easily be arranged, my love."

"Only if you wish it," Laurence said, fully noting Granby's look, knowing he might be able to press and satisfy himself, but choosing not to take full advantage of it. Given the previous few days' trials he was impressed that they were both still fully conscious.

"I'm so turned around, I don't entirely know what I wish," says Granby, smirking, pulling himself up off the floor and crawled onto the bed, head against the pillow, looking up at Laurence. "Other than to have you close."

"That can be easily arranged, my dear," Laurence replied, laying himself down next to Granby. One hand draped itself loosely over the other man, not so presumptuous as to be possessive, yet still mildly protective.

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