For Anatoly

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Another morning dawned on Tabula Rasa and Lex was stretched out beside Anatoly, debating whether or not to open his eyes and attempt to get out of bed. Instead, he just moved closer into Anatoly's arms, relishing the feel of waking up like this. He sighed softly and finally took advantage of his favorite part of the morning. A hand reached up and stroked the Russian's stubbled cheek. It was a simple pleasure but a pleasure all the same.

Before he was a woman, this had been enough. But things had changed when he'd been female, mainly, they had finally come together, wholly and completely. And now that he was male again...there was nothing. They'd gone back to how they had been before, but now Lex, well to be blunt, he missed the sex.

He knew he should bring itup, ask Anatoly about it...but for the moment, he just wanted to stroke the sleeping man's cheek and watch half-lidded as he stirred.

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There was nothing so beautiful as watching Lex come apart under his fingers, and Anatoly was determined to see this before he gave way himself.

"Sascha," he whispered in between gasps, timing the movement of his hand to match the rhythm Lex set. "I want to see you..."

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Once Lex opened his eyes and looked into Anatoly's, he was lost. He sat down to take as much of Anatoly into himself as possible...and his body tensed before just completely letting go, spilling over Anatoly's hand as he leaned forward to kiss him.

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His last vestige of control gone, Anatoly shuddered as he came, a soft cry against Lex's lips. He leaned back against the wall, eyes half closed. He stroked Lex's shoulder softly as he recovered, unable to do anything but breathe.

If he was given to expressions of love... but he wasn't, and they didn't need such assurances. What they had was perfect enough as it was.

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Lex was unable to do anything but lean heavily against Anatoly, his head tucked into the crook of the Russian's neck as he too just breathed.

Finally, when Lex could think again, he ran one hand up into Anatoly's curls and gently pulled his head to the side so he could kiss his neck without moving. "Tolya..."

Love was the further est thing from Lex's mind. This was just perfect. There was no other word for it. No assurances, no quiet words that had to quantify an unfathomable experience. Just, this. Quiet silence after a beloved name.

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"Sascha," Anatoly murmured, eyes half-closed. He shifted a little to find a more comfortable position and wrapped his arms around Lex, needing to be close as possible.

As far as he was concerned, there was nothing better than this, to hold in his arms the one he cared most about and know there was nothing he needed to do. If he wanted, he could stay here, just as he was, and there was no one to stop him or disapprove.

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Shifting with Anatoly till they were both comfortable, Lex knew they would both have to move in a moment, if anything to clean up and avoiding getting sore from staying in this position. Laying down and going back to sleep sounded like a lovely idea. But he didn't want to just yet. Didn't want this moment to end.

With his one hand remaining in Anatoly's hair, the other moved down to wrap around his waist, almost pulling himself further into Anatoly's lap. He kept peppering soft kisses on his neck, just needing to touching him, caress him...show how much he adored him.

Adoration. That was the perfect word for it. And it had been so long since he'd felt safe enough to feel this way. Which made him want to move and end this moment even less, soreness and stickiness aside.

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Time passed in a pleasant sort of haze, but eventually Anatoly shifted and broke the silence. "We should move," he murmured, lightly stroking Lex's back. "Perhaps get a shower... "

The truth was that he didn't want to move, not for anything in the world. He was content, perfectly content, and he didn't want to destroy the mood by allowing reality to intrude once more.

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Lex thought for a moment, then playfully bit at the pulse point in Anatoly's neck before sitting up. With a soft groan, he un-straddled the Russian, gasping softly as his cock finally slid out of him as he settled beside him. Then he fished around on the floor until he found what he was looking for. A discarded shirt, ready for the laundry pile anyway. After a quick and dirty clean up, Lex threw it over his shoulder and pulled Anatoly down to lay beside him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close. "There...Good enough for now...Don't want to let you go for a moment."

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Anatoly gasped softly at the bite, involuntarily jerking his hips forward. He let go reluctantly when Lex sat up, groaning softly at the separation. It seemed like an age until the clean up was finished and he was safely in Lex's arms.

Sleepily, he caressed Lex's cheek then leaned forward to kiss him gently. "I could stay here like this," he murmured, his eyes closing despite his best efforts. "Just with you."

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Lex ran lazy fingers up Anatoly's side until they seemed to find their way back to where they had started out the morning: lightly stroking the scruff on the Russian's cheeks. "I have no classes today so unless you have somewhere to be..." He said in a light teasing voice before lightly kissing the tip of his nose. "I think that's a grand idea."

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"Nowhere but with you," Anatoly murmured contentedly, shifting so he could rest his head against Lex's chest. He was rapidly losing the battle with consciousness, but he hardly minded at this point. He was pleasantly sated and in the arms of someone he'd grown to care about more than he thought was possible after all he'd gone through.

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This morning had been filled with delight full surprises. Not that Lex thought Anatoly would say no to his question...he just hadn't realistically expected results so soon. And such pleasant results at that.

He laid there for a while, just looking down at the head pillowed on his rest as one hand stroked the sleeping man's cheek while the other rand idly through dark brown curls. Finally, Lex too fell victim to exhaustion and dozed off, feeling so happy and content with Anatoly that he still sometimes thought this was only a dream. The best dream he'd ever had.