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“After...” Ben replies in a low, warm, breath against her ear, he would tell her all about it after, but here, and now, he wanted to be Present, in this moment, together with her, fully, a gentle, yet passionate warmth encircling within his soulful brown eyes as he takes her in, hearing the request — drawing her into a deep, warm kiss before breathing out, “J'aimerais bien, avec toi,” (I would love to ,with you) a warmth and intrigue, et l'excitation, à l'expérience, ensemble, moving through him.

34 + 35 [September 18, 2021]

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— after Ben returns home from bowling with Connie —

Ben runs his fingers through his dark curls as he makes his way back inside, carrying a few special treats he knew that Ari would enjoy from the bowling alley, having excused himself as soon as he could after receiving the text from her, his soulful brown eyes warming and alighting instantly as he sees her, moving to scoop his wife up into a tender embrace, his lips meeting hers fully, softly, yet passionately, an eagerness moving through him and a hope that, perhaps, this time could be the one...

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A natural, warm smile graces the corners of Ben’s lips as he hears the music of Ari’s voice, her laughter, there truly being no song more beautiful, moving to embrace her, hold her, their noses touching, the warmth of his grin an easily spreading at being home, with her, once again, “Fun…nostalgic, even,” he muses as he recounts the prior moments in his mind, even though his thoughts had largely been elsewhere, with her, drawing her into a deep, warm kiss as they make their way upstairs, gently placing Ari on the bed, a deep, warm chuckle reverberating out of him as he hears her question, his nose softly touching the tip of her own, in a little Eskimo kiss, before softly tucking some of her locks of hair behind her ear as he warmly takes her in fully through his soulful brown eyes. “Proche, mais le meilleur est d'être ici, avec toi,” he speaks forward into the small amount of space still between them in his warm, rich tone, his fingers moving from placing the last strands to caress her cheek, before meeting her lips once again, tenderly, warmly, yet — passionately…

34 + 35 [September 18, 2021]

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— after Ben returns home from bowling with Connie —

Ben runs his fingers through his dark curls as he makes his way back inside, carrying a few special treats he knew that Ari would enjoy from the bowling alley, having excused himself as soon as he could after receiving the text from her, his soulful brown eyes warming and alighting instantly as he sees her, moving to scoop his wife up into a tender embrace, his lips meeting hers fully, softly, yet passionately, an eagerness moving through him and a hope that, perhaps, this time could be the one...

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Ben whistles a bit to himself as he makes his way into the bathroom, a soft grin dancing on his lips as he takes in the picture from Ari of the dogs, moving to text her a quick reply before clicking his phone off and heading over to do what he had come to the restroom to do, ensuring that he had thoroughly washed his hands afterward before exiting to go back and join the rest of the group in the lounge…

Bowling For...Soup? [September 18, 2021]

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A small smirk crosses the edges of Emerson’s lips as they finally get the window they were looking for, hearing Connie mention something about going up to the Billiards Lounge for a bit, a small chuckle moving through him as he sees Sig still looking absolutely smitten with the hodgepodge of leggy well-dressed girls who seemed to be Connie’s friends, or at least friends of his friends? Not quite sure how exactly the whole Hollywood Lifestyle worked or why it was necessary for any pictures to be perfectly staged and approved and peer-reviewed or Not Taken At All and Assistants to be around, the whole thing was a bit…like living in the Bizzaro World of what a bowling outing with friends should be like, mm…hoping Mari was having fun and not Too frustrated with her bowling partner who was…mm, the self-consciousness about him being so…Different from who he was back then shooting through him as he rubs the toe of his bowling shoe against the floor, his thoughts just kinda…wandering…before remembering What the fuck he was supposed to be doing, that there was only a small window, before moving to wrap his arms around Ray and lowly whisper in his ear, a soft smirk gliding along his lips, “…Think Now is the time?”

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34 + 35 [September 18, 2021]

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— after Ben returns home from bowling with Connie —

Ben runs his fingers through his dark curls as he makes his way back inside, carrying a few special treats he knew that Ari would enjoy from the bowling alley, having excused himself as soon as he could after receiving the text from her, his soulful brown eyes warming and alighting instantly as he sees her, moving to scoop his wife up into a tender embrace, his lips meeting hers fully, softly, yet passionately, an eagerness moving through him and a hope that, perhaps, this time could be the one...

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Dans Le Jardin. [Spring of 2006]

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Of Baking Queens (& Sad Chases) [February 14, 2020]

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Ben feels his eyes softly, momentarily, flutter shut as he feels the momentary loss of connection between this moment that he was in, here and now, and himself, feeling almost disconnected from his body as the deep heaviness weighs within him, no longer sadness, really, feeling like that had almost become lost in the deep weariness he was feeling, but just heaviness, weighing his soul down like a leaden anchor while simultaneously making him feel weightless, an entity, existing somewhere in the ether of not quite here but not quite there, either, the there piercing into him and making him...Feel, once again, a cutting solidity, an awareness, a...his mind moving towards Chandler, still in his office, speaking with elle, celle, you could tell, in the subtle shifts of his voice, the notes, within it, even as the distance between the office and the kitchen where he stood with Peyton making it into just a whisper, but he knew. Appelez ça l'intuition, appelez ça...his mind momentarily drifting as he can’t bring himself to finish that final word, not now, the feeling too...Heavy, within him, in a word that carried its magic all the same but still felt...less bright, less whole, with Sam there. Donc c'était ça. Et ainsi il continuerait à vivre, à apprendre à vivre. Although alas, Au moment où vous apprenez à vivre, il est trop tard. The voice, soft like rolling fields of French lavender but robust, rich, like the finest whiskey, moving through him in the moment, a...momentary fleeting feeling of Something moving through him, nostalgia-dipped in the interwoven moments of the different parts of la poésie vivante qui était connexion, changement, flux et reflux de la personne, as the one thing that always remained the same speaks forth to him, in this moment, here and now, something from the past to bring connection into the here and now, as a soft smile crosses onto his lips, focusing on That, on the time he had Now, to spend with Chandler and Peyton, while he was here, his eyes connecting with hers as she looks up from her intent studying of potential recipes on her phone for what they were planning on making as a treat to cap off the night. “I have it. The perfect recipe,” he says in his lowly melodic tone, a small spark of warmth, light, moving into his eyes as he thinks on The Cookie Recipe that he had learned and kept close to his heart since he had been entrusted with it what felt like another lifetime ago, yet simultaneously, like it was only yesterday. “But it’s something near and dear to me. Can you promise to keep it safe?” He asks her, a gentle, softness reverberating through his tone.