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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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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus staggers his way to the bed and flops onto his stomach.

It's about all he can manage.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve joins him a few minutes later, also flopping on his stomach, half-draped over Orpheus. He kisses Orpheus's back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts enough to look at him, smiling faintly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles back, faintly too, and strokes Orpheus's lower lip with his thumb.

[golden_lyre]

"You're going back in the morning?" Orpheus murmurs, kissing his thumb.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah. It's time to deal with it all."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods and, after a moment, says, "I'll be there. When you come back, I'll be waiting for you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"In the bar?" Steve says, smiling again.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I would love to find you in our room," Steve murmurs, moving closer to him. "Waiting for me in our bed."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles, curling an arm around him. "I don't think I can wait in our bed the whole time."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No, I suppose not." He tucks himself against Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

"But I'll be in the bar," Orpheus says. "Until you get back."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It won't be long," Steve whispers. "It won't be long at all."

[golden_lyre]

"Of course," Orpheus says, holding him a bit closer.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nuzzles his neck.

"Do you still have those pictures I gave you?"

[golden_lyre]

"Mmhm," Orpheus murmurs, stroking his fingers over Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"They're supposed to help you not miss me. Hang onto those."

[golden_lyre]

"I don't think they work," Orpheus whispers and kisses Steve's shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his neck, just under his jaw. "I love that you miss me."

[golden_lyre]

"Don't you miss me?" Orpheus asks, stroking the back of Steve's neck.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Very much." He kisses below Orpheus's ear. "So much that I come back to you as soon as I can, every time."

[golden_lyre]

"Well, then," Orpheus says, smiling and kissing Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve touches Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his forehead.