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Well it's time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year

WHO: Anders, Nathaniel, and invitees!
WHAT: Fancy birthday party in Camp Shady
WHEN: Harvestmere 27, evening
WHERE: Camp Shady
NOTES: Will update.

Since many Wardens moved into the Kestrel House, there is plenty of space in the camp for a big top tent. Finding enough candlesticks, tables, and chairs required a lot of time and a number of bribes to pull off. The tables are nicely draped with fabric lent by one of Anders' patients, and each is decorated with flowers. The tent is alight and smells like good food--more donations from grateful patients.

One of the Wardens is known for her fiddling, and she plays lively dances and crooning ballads. In the center table is an ice sculpture of a cat chasing a butterfly (you guessed it--donated by a mage patient). It glitters spectacularly in the candlelight.

On the menu is a slow-roasted pig, spiced hot cider, spectacular salads, jams, cakes, delectably seasoned vegetables, a lamb-flank, and your choice of wine. There is even a hard-won bottle of Antivan brandy Nathaniel had to win several card games to achieve.

Relax, enjoy, greet the birthday boy, and mingle. The nights will be cold soon, but under this tent, life glows.

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At the start (except maybe a little later, because fashionable late, Kirk tries to be unobtrusive as possible coming in, moving to place his gift on a side table out of the way and find out where he can go to get a sense of the party and start mingling. He didn't want to distract from the birthday boy after all. Which means he ends up near the food foremost, which is lucky because he's actually starving, admiring the sculpture work. He may or may not end up with jam on his cheeks as he eats, wanting to get a taste of them before they're all gone.

Midway through he's more than happy to dance. Granted, he knows the bare minimum of steps to any dance that would be common in Thedas, and he only knows the waltz by heart, which he doesn't think is practiced here. But he's game and willing to be taught if his partner is patient, or equally willing just to sway to the rhythm on the fringes and hold conversation instead. Sorry in advance if he steps on your toes.

By the end of the night he's flushed, full, and tired. He's taken a seat, picking at a last few bits of food and watching everyone, waiting for the moment to politely leave, but also to happy and full to actually move too. Such a dilemma.

"How did I figure I'd find you over here?" There's an amused grin on Sam's face as he steps around the captain to get to the table, obviously there to get a bit more on his plate. When he actually sees Kirk's face he grins even wider, spotting some jam or something on the man's face, but chooses not to say anything just yet. "I was wondering if you were even going to show up."

Kirk spun to face Sam, smiling broadly at his lover. He remains unaware of the jam on his lips, taking up a few more sweets just because, settling them next to his shaved meat. If Bones were here, he was sure that the man would be having some sort of fit over his caloric choices.

"I could say the same thing to you," he rolled his eyes. "Haven't been avoiding me all night, have you?"

Well good thing that Kirk's doctor isn't here. Besides it was important to get hearty and well while you were fighting a war, not to mention it would probably help with the winter setting in.

Avoiding? The thought has Sam giving a huff. "I've been here all night. You should have come sooner," he shoots back with a grin, reaching a hand out and swiping his thumb against the smudge of jam then licking it off his finger.

"I was trying to wrap my gift and make it presentable," he huffed in return, blinking when the other swiped his thumb across his lips, only to watch Sam's tongue dart against the digit and clean off a bit of jam.

Damn, that did things to him every time.

"I might have been saving that, you know."

"Nikita and Leonard making it difficult for you to have any kind of paper around?" he teases. That had been an issue he had before, trying to get cats off the present and paper so that he could wrap.

"Oh?" He looks a bit apologetic as he looks down at his finger, but then he reaches over and swipes it through a bit of jam on Kirk's plate. After doing that he holds it up with a grin. "I could put some back if you want."

"Ribbon, actually, but I think that's semantics for them," he glanced down at the thumb, arching a brow.

Slowly he leaned in, parting his lips and taking the tip into his mouth. He sucked gently, swiping his tongue in quick little circles before pulling back - Sam's thumb clean and Kirk's palette sweetened.

"Back right where it belongs - thank you."

Finger clean, Sam still stares at Kirk for a few moments. "I might have to consider taking some jam home," he comments easily. Course he was going to have to wait a little bit before heading back, he couldn't rightfully drag Kirk out since he just got there.

"Oh, please do. I'm sure it would taste delicious on other parts of you," he smirked, leaning in to peck Sam's lips before leaning over to take up a new plate.

Even though Kirk is saying almost exactly what he is thinking, Sam still cannot help but blush ever so slightly. "Which flavor?" Might as well right? And it's loud enough in the room with the music that people probably can't hear what they're saying.

"All of them."

His grin would get him put in jail for public indecency anywhere else. As it is, he pops a bit of meat into his mouth and glances around the table.

"If Nathaniel doesn't mind, I'm sure we could just take their jars home. Otherwise we're doing to have to find some to-go cups."

Sam likewise eats a piece of meat, half because he was hungry and the other half because he needed something to concentrate on.

All of them? Sam raises a brow at that. "What, you going to go ask him to take them? 'Pardon me Nathaniel, can I take your jam to wipe it all over someone?'"

"Well, not quite in those words, but at the end of the night they can either give them to us to use or they get thrown out, maybe," he shrugged. "It doesn't hurt to ask, and even if we only walk away with one, well, there's more than enough fun to be had with just that."

He picked up a tart with the jam oh so lovingly placed in the center and slowly, oh so slowly, popped it in his mouth and licked his lips.

He's ready to say that perhaps Nathaniel and Anders were planning on taking the jams home - did you think of that, Kirk? - but he falls short of doing so. Watching Kirk make a show of popping a tart into his mouth is enough of a distraction to derail the conversation ever so slightly.

"You're terrible," he huffs, trying to hide his grin behind his mug.

Well, that was true, they could, but was it likely? For the purposes he intended? Probably not. If nothing else, he was sure he could convince Nathaniel and Anders to spare half. Anders did seem quite pleased in Kirk and Samouel's sex life, as it was, so why not play that angle if he must? Those plump pink lips curve into a knowing smirk when he sees where Sam's eyes have drifted and begun to stare.

"You don't sound to turned off by that," he reached out, brushing his thumb across Sam's lip.

Anders seemed more then pleased in his sex life, and with it being the other mage's birthday Sam had barely put up a fight in telling him more on that particular subject. He was going to find out either way, he was sure, so no point in beating around the bush.

"A bit hard to be when picturing you covered in jam. Which I will point out is both amusing and appealing."

What was there to be ashamed about anyways? In bed with two hot men? That was the dream for some people.

"Now picture yourself licking it off me. Every," and here he paused to dip his finger in the jam again. "Little." A lick across side finger. "Bite." And now the finger was between his lips, being sucked in a way that one should most definitely call lewd.

Well Sam had not dreamed of something like that happening. Ever. But he was rather liking where his life had ended up - for the most part.

It was certainly lewd, which Sam cannot help but stare, watching and listening to Kirk's provocation. "Yep, the worst," he mutters, lips pursing a bit as he lowers his drink, trying to not, in fact, think about just that - they were in the middle of a party after all.

"Keep that up and you'll probably not get to stay here long."

He probably should not enjoy riling Sam up nearly as much as he did, but he could not help but find some amusement in it. The other was hot when he was flustered. But it was true that they were in the middle of a party, and he shouldn't press his luck nearly quite so much. Besides, it would be more fun to keep the other fantasizing awhile longer.

"Oh, I wouldn't want that. We can't be rude to Anders," he chuckled.

"I suppose I know what to get you for Satinalia," he mutters, taking a long drink from his mug so that he could finish it sooner. He was going to need something stronger then tea to get through tonight, especially if Kirk kept up with his teasing.

Now the question was how many jams should he get?

Kirk simply laughed, warm and a touch husky, a sound for Samouel's ears alone below the music. He reached out and touched the small of his back, his chest bumping his arm, a sort of kiss since he would not quite give him one in public at the party. Anders might be watching.

"I look forward to my present then," he purred in his ear before backing away. "I should go make a few more rounds, say hello. Bad manners to just keep around the guy you're living with, isn't it?"

Dear Maker, yes, definitely a stronger drink. Also perhaps a few minutes outside to cool down. Still wouldn't get that sound, or rather sounds, out of his head though, which Kirk was probably aiming for in the first place.

"Hm. Probably," he agrees, though quietly, perhaps a bit reluctantly. It was good manners to talk to others then to just flirt with your roommate/lover at the food table. "I suppose I'll see you at the end of the party, or back at the loft then?"

He would be correct. You just think about those sounds all night, Sam, and be ready to leave when it is permissable by good standards.

"Should I give you time to get ready alone?" he teased, moving to pick up a drink so he could mingle. "Enjoy the party, Sam."

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