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He has never been a good patient. He becomes impatient and twitchy, hates the requirement to rest and spend hours in bed. The wound in his shoulder has already started to heal, itching fiercely. He's done his best to stay put, to mind Laurence when he's told but, after a week, enough is enough.

"I can't bear this a moment longer," he says, collapsing into a chair and huffing a sigh.

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It was impossible not to think about how much things had moved on; only a few months previously, he would have had to coax Laurence to undo his trousers at all. As it was, it lifted his hips, squirming to help Laurence strip him entirely bare.

He lay back against the pillows, knees spread, eyes only for Laurence's face.

"I want you entirely," he said, hoping his meaning was clear enough. "I've waited long enough, Will. We both have."

Laurence nodded, a bit unsteady. He wasn't certain he had ever wanted Granby as much as he did in that moment. Why was it that it had taken his nearly losing the man to make him think so? His eyes glanced unburden at his wounded shoulder, the bandages standing out in stark contrast to the rest of his nudity. It was enough to give him pause. "And your shoulder is quite all right?"

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Glancing down reflexively, Granby stretched it before he nodded. The bandages were still white and there was little pain, meaning he hadn't torn stitches or overstretched him.

"My shoulder is fine, Will," he said, gently, rolling to the side to rummage in the drawer for something that he'd stashed there what felt like weeks ago. "Trousers. If you please."

The look on Laurence's face was making it particularly hard to think.

Obliging as ever, Laurence began removing his own remaining garments. He did not get far, however, before Granby's determined searching made him pause, brow furrowed in confusion. Surely he could not have slipped something into a drawer in so short a span of time. "Have you-- Just how long have you been planning this?"

Granby had given it considerable thought and he found himself certain that he was never going to get tired of watching Laurence strip naked. He grinned lazily up at him.

"Long enough."

Laurence shook his head, smiling fondly as he finished removing his trousers. The other man could be truly incorrigible at times, yet he would not have him any other way. "Have you brought anything else aboard without my knowing that I ought to hear of, John?"

"Well, I don't know," said Granby, mulling it over as he let his knees fall apart again, waiting for Laurence to get back onto the bed. "Have you met the cat?"

"That is not very amusing," Laurence said with a bit of a sigh. He was fairly certain that Granby had not managed to smuggle an animal on board, but he could not put anything past the other man. He sat on the bed, catching Granby's knee with a hand and holding it, his expression still fond. "What am I to do with you? I sometimes do not know."

"That's because it's very amusing," said Granby, grinning broadly. His fingers grazed over the delicate bones of Laurence's hand.

"Do you mean in the larger sense or right at this moment, because that much I can walk you through."

"In the larger sense." Laurence shrugged, his hand turning to grab Granby's hand instead. It was impressive to think of how far he had come since this started. Now he was comfortable with this, just sitting close and eventually -probably very soon- moving on. "I believe I can manage right at this moment, unless you would still prefer to guide me."

He tilted his head against the pillow, threading their fingers together and squeezing Laurence's hand. He drew in a breath that shuddered, slightly.

"Stay with me for as long as you're able," he said. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Be mine, because I want nobody else."

For a short span of time Laurence was silent. Then he lay down next to Granby properly, still holding his hand. "I can do that, John." He smiled, kissing him softly and slowly. "I can most certainly do that."

Turning towards Laurence slightly, he kissed him slowly and deeply, foot grazing against Laurence's shin but content to let the kiss linger.

As long as Granby was content to let the kiss simply remain as it was, Laurence was more than happy to continue in that vein. And if the kiss did eventually go a bit deeper and more heated, he nonetheless did little beyond it other than touches.

"Please, Will," mumbled Granby, finally, his mouth smudging against Laurence's mouth. "I know it's an exaggeration but I'm beginning to feel as though I'll die if we don't..."

"Of course." Laurence pulled back, halfway to sitting up. He had seen Granby's rummaging, so clearly they were not going in completely unprepared, but he still liked to know precisely what their course of action was. "What do you want?"

"I want..." He turned it over in his head for a moment, trying to think of a more delicate way to put it. Nothing came. "I want you to fuck me, Will. I want it so much I can taste it."

He actually blushed, when he said it. Something about saying it, finally, to Laurence.

Laurence reddened in return, putting even Granby's own blush to shame. The words had certainly been more frank than any that Granby had said before. It was a while longer before he could respond properly, nodding his head while he swallowed uncertainly, still a most ungentlemanly shade of red.

"I meant what I said before," he said, reaching for Laurence's hand again, needing that point of contact between them. "I can walk you through it if...if you don't know..."

Laurence frowned slightly, shaking his head. "I am not so helpless, John. I was merely-- taken aback momentarily by your phrasing. Not by the request." It had made the whole thing sound so illicit and crude, with very little real emotion behind it, at least to Laurence's ears.

"I'm sorry," he said, brows drawing together briefly, cheeks flushing as he stares unhappily at Laurence's face for a second.

"That's...what it's always been," he said. "But...it's not what I want it to be with you. Not all. Does that make sense?"

"Yes." Laurence nodded, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Granby's lips. "I believe I understand." He kissed him again, a bit deeper this time.

He felt vulnerable, suddenly, in a way he'd almost never felt around Laurence before. His hand was trembling slightly as it cradled the side of Laurence's neck.

He paused, pulling back enough to look at the other man's face. The tremble in his hand worried him. "Are you quite all right, John?"

"I'm fine, Will," he promised, nodding. "I am absolutely fine. This is the effect you have on me."

He grinned, but the tremble was still there, utterly genuine.