MCA0: Thursday Night

[needsaparrot]

So... while the mistletoe hanging over Jeremiah's tank was probably not too much Christmas spirit, Xander would admit if pressed that the Sta-Puft Marshmallow snow landscape arranged around it, complete with wee marshmallow snowpeople in santa hats, might be a little... Let's just say he's fairly certain Isabel would approve.

But hey, it's cold out there and warm in here, there's eggnog on the coffeetable, and Bitterwoman: A Very Bitter Holiday is playing on at least three channels tonight; he checked. Who is Xander to fight the inevitable?
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[OOC: for he who is not Xander, and yet has an anniversary today. What a coincidence! Idling in the general direction of NWS. Someday. After there is sleeps.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Well, the smugness is well-deserved, because Bridge is *this* close, and- no, make that not close, but *there* and it's the Best Thing Ever.

[needsaparrot]

And Xander's falling forward, arms braced on either side of Bridge as he shuts his eyes and sees sparks even where he shouldn't because in the dark it doesn't matter which one isn't there anymore and he thrusts against Bridge once, twice, and and and and...yeah.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Love you," Bridge gasps out, still breathing hard. "So much."

[needsaparrot]

That might be more syllables than Xander can handle at the moment, though he's thinking it; he's regained just enough brain function for that. And he does manage to shift enough to drop beside Bridge onto the couch instead of squishing him.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Well, hey, perk of dating a psychic is that thinking it works just as well as saying it. Bridge moves sideways a little, enough so that the two of them can lay there comfortably, because not being squished is good.

[needsaparrot]

Xander lets his head fall onto Bridge's shoulder and takes another moment to get his breath, before saying, "Do not ask me how I'm gonna prove I can be a floor wax."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Kay," Bridge murmurs. "This is me, not asking."

[needsaparrot]

"I guess if you got me really slippery..." He... should really stop trying to use that one remaining brain cell right now.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I like my Xanders Xander-shaped, not... floor-wax-shaped, because I can't snuggle with a floor wax, not even a floor waxer would be very snuggly at all, I think." Bridge protests.

...Maybe he should stick to the one-syllable words. That seemed to work okay.

[needsaparrot]

"Maybe we should keep to the food-related metaphors."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Bridge says. "But I'm just making this clear now: I'm not gonna call you cupcake."

[needsaparrot]

"Beefcake?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge snorts. "I think it might be better if I stuck with 'Dork'. Or 'Best Boyfriend Ever' though that's a bit long as a casual term of endearment."

[needsaparrot]

"I also answer to 'Stud' and 'Big Da--" And here Xander cracks up, because he can't even finish the sentence.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Dork it is," Bridge says fondly, before dissolving in to a fit of giggles.