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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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Steve strokes his neck and kisses his face as they slowly sway.

Orpheus keeps his eyes open and focused on Steve's face.

Steve whisper-sings, "Blue skies, smilin' at me, nothing but blue skies do I see..."

Orpheus' hands settle at Steve's hips, and he hums softly.

Steve nuzzles him, smiling, murmuring the words.

Orpheus never quite relaxes, nor does he close his eyes, but he doesn't pull away either.

"I still don't really know what I'm doing," Steve admits.

"You're doing just fine," Orpheus assures him. "These days...this is just about all there is to it."

"Hm. Easy enough, then."

"Maybe...maybe later I can teach you a proper dance," he ventures.

[ooc: bedtime]

"I'd like that," Steve says softly.

[ooc: Good night!]

Orpheus offers him a faint smile, but it isn't until the song ends that he truly relaxes, letting out a slow breath.

Steve kisses him gently. "There," he says, "that wasn't so bad."

Orpheus gives a dry laugh, leaning against Steve.

Steve holds him up, smiling, and strokes his back.

"Do you want to just go to bed and get some sleep?"

Orpheus is quiet a moment before he answers.

"Yeah, I think so."

Steve nods and kisses him again. "Come on. Let's get washed up."

Orpheus kisses him back, arms still around him. "Yeah, all right."

Steve pulls him into the bathroom. There are many more kisses.

Orpheus returns them easily, gradually relaxing more and more.

Steve keeps one hand on Orpheus's hip as he brushes his teeth.

Orpheus stays close as he does the same.

Steve washes his face and checks for lingering sand, gives Orpheus another kiss and goes back into the bedroom to finish undressing.

He didn't think to bring PJs on this trip, but he doubts that's going to be a problem.

Orpheus has not once complained about the lack of sleepwear.

He follows after a few minutes and starts to shuck his own clothing.

Steve gets into bed and watches Orpheus, one arm behind his head.

"Are you going to be okay?"