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Enough is enough.

He lasts a week, gathering fresh clothes from the clothes box, staying with either Julie or Priestly. He's been mostly serious and sullen, turning it over and over in his head. It's his fault - he knows that. And that means it's down to him to at least try to set it right.

It's evening, the sun already sunk below the horizon, by the time he comes home.

"Laurence? Will?"

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Grinning, then, Granby takes hold of his hand and tugs him in the direction of the bed. He pushes him, gently, making Laurence sit on the bed before his knee hits the edge of the mattress between Laurence's knees, helping him balance. He tilts Laurence's face up towards him with his hand against his jaw and bends to kiss him again.

Laurence returned the kiss gladly. It was, so far, a good deal less overpowering than being with Jane Roland and for that Laurence was grateful. When cast into such uncharted waters it was nice to know that the hands guiding him along were competent without being overly forceful.

It's difficult to process that they're both here with clear heads, entirely sober. It's difficult to process the fact that Laurence is kissing him because he wants to. Granby's fingers push into Laurence's hair, holding him to the kiss, holding the angle. He makes a soft sound against his mouth.

Laurence continued with the kiss, content to let himself be led in this thing. What little experience he had was of a similar sort; the experienced guiding him along and him following after as they asked. But he was something of a quick study too and if the kiss turned a bit deeper it was by his urging.

Granby had no complaints there at all. Slowly, gradually, he eases Laurence back on the bed, not breaking the kiss, catching his weight against bent arms but leaving them pressed together from chest to knee.

Laurence drew back for a moment, slightly out of breath, but with a small smile quirking at his lips as he looked up at Granby. It was already very from different what had happened the last time and he was enjoying the whole thing all the more because of that fact. But he still could not help that small, ever-present sense of worry at the back of his mind. "How far is this to go?"

The smile, small as it is, is enough to make Granby grin. His weight leaning across Laurence, he pauses to think about it.

"Honestly, Laurence, I hadn't thought that far ahead," he says, still smiling. "I'd thought to get away with as much as you'd let me."

He bends his head, pressing a kiss against the point of Laurence's chin.

The answer made Laurence chuckle a little even as he blushed, fully aware of the ridiculousness of his situation. There he was, a responsible, mostly respectable officer, laid on his back by his fellow, engaging in what he had been rather firmly taught was a sin against God and nature. And he enjoyed it. Whether it was because he was truly so starved for touch, or because he had always been unknowingly of that inclination, he did not care to speculate. Surely there were better times and places for that.

The blush is charming, even if it's not the first time he's seen Laurence's face colour like that. He brushes his lips against flushed skin, kissing along Laurence's jaw. He rolls his hips down, breath catching.

"Just tell me to stop," he says. "I will. I promise."

Laurence nodded, breath coming in a small gasp at that motion, feeling it through all the layers of clothing he wore. He nodded in response, not trusting his mouth to form the proper words.

Words keep trying to make themselves known, but Granby can see the value in keeping them behind his teeth, for now. Laurence had asked for time, hadn't he, and there was nothing to be gained by rambling.

Granby shifts, rocking down his hips again, his hand seeking to find a way up under Laurence's shirt as he takes another kiss.

Laurence found himself rising up to meet Granby, responding to the kiss eagerly. It wasn't until the hand found a way under his shirt that he found reason to pause once more.

At the pause, more a stutter than anything, Granby raises his eyebrows. His thumb smooths against Laurence's warm skin, over his hip.

"Too much?"

He nodded unsteadily, his face still flushed and breathing uneven. "I may need a bit more time to grapple with this, John."

He presses his palm against Laurence's skin and the longing is so sharp that he can almost taste it, but, true to his word, he tugged his hand out from under his shirt and pressd it against linen again. The kiss tha he presses agains Laurenc's mouth is almost chaste.

"I forget that no everyone has had almost their whole lives to ge used to this."

"Of course," Laurence answered, drawing himself back into something like order, the look in his eyes almost an apology. "This is beyond my experience, as I said, and quite a change."

"After Jane Roland, I imagine that it is," he says. The words are out of his mouth before he realises that they were probably indiscreet. His mouth quirks in an apology, though it quickly blossoms into a grin.

"I'll learn boundaries, Will. I promise. I'll apply for kisses in writing, if that's what I must do."

He knows that he's being ridiculous but he feels almost drunk on everything that's occurred.

The comment about Jane Roland caused Laurence's face to redden even further. His relationship with the Admiral had been conducted (on his part at least) with the greatest delicacy, but that had not stopped the affair from becoming common knowledge. However, he hardly saw reason for Granby to refer to it so casually and at such a time. He sat up, still a little unsteady. "I hardly think you need to go so far."

"Oh, come on, Will," he says, hand thrown up in something like surrender. "That was uncalled for, I know it. I'm sorry. I'm an idiot." He smiles, good natured and apologetic. "You've gone to my head. I feel somewhat drunk."

Granby was, for better or worse, quite charming, particularly in that moment and, though Laurence's demeanor remained fairly restrained, it softened a little around the edges. "That was not my intention."

Granby slumped back against the pillow, draping his hand against his forehead like a heroine in a novel.

"My cross to bear, I suppose.". He sobered a little. "Are we seriously going to do this, Will?."

"I do not know." Laurence sat up more fully, watching Granby as he straightened his clothing. "I fear I do not even know entirely what this is."

Granby's silent for a moment while he puzzles it out. He shrugs, worrying his lip for a moment.

"You and I together," he says, sounding uncharacteristically uncertain. "If you will have me and we will figure out the rest as we go."

Laurence nodded heavily, sighing and drawing a hand over his eyes. "I would have hoped that by my age I should have most of my life already figured to my satisfaction."

"You could make it sound less like you're going to the gallows, Laurence," says Granby. "I'm sure you'll find somebody else who'll have you."