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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wanted someplace warm, so Orpheus delivered Australia. Steve considered himself a fairly seasoned traveler, since he'd been to one end of the States to the other and seen as much of Europe as a man could in wartime--but Australia is like no place else. Ancient and mysterious while open and friendly, starkly beautiful in some places and overflowing with nature in others.

Best of all, there's no shortage of warmth.

Steve has acquired a decent tan on his pale Irish skin, a basic understanding of the Australian accent, and a reputation among other tourists of always winning the drinking contests.


[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't know, sweetheart," Steve says quietly. "I'd be perfectly happy to watch the sunset on the beach with your head in my lap."

[golden_lyre]

"All right," Orpheus whispers. "Let's do that."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tugs him by the hand down a set of steps to the sand.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and lets Steve lead him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chooses a spot a few feet up from the water line, where the sand is smooth and the beach is mostly deserted.

He sits, legs sprawled open, and looks up at Orpheus expectantly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles. "That's what you call a lap?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Or you could lean against my chest. I'll take that, too."

[golden_lyre]

Smiling, Orpheus settles into the sand in front of Steve and leans back against his chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps an arm around him and kisses his hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls a hand around Steve's forearm, closing his eyes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's hair absently.

After a few minutes, he starts to hum. You must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss...

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and strokes his thumb over Steve's arm.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The beach gets cooler as the sun sinks, and Steve holds Orpheus closer to him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly from time to time.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Wish I'd brought a blanket," Steve murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

"Are you getting cold?" Orpheus asks.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"A little."

He kisses Orpheus's ear and murmurs, "We could lie on it... or under it..."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks and lets his hand fall to Steve's thigh. "Mmhm..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's chest. "We should head back to the room soon anyway, unless there's something else you want to do first."

[golden_lyre]

"No, we can go back," Orpheus murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods and lets Orpheus go.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls himself to his feet and offers Steve a hand up.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes it and rises, and then kisses Orpheus, holding his face.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him back, arms sliding around Steve's waist.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

...standing there, making out?

Steve can do that.