MCA0: Thursday Night

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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]

"You make a good point," Bridge says, tilting his head and looking at Xander thoughtfully.

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Said point might be dulled a little by the fact that this is his second cup of nog. "I do?" Xander tilts back at him.

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"Uh huh," Bridge nods, and then leans in closer and kisses Xander enthusiastically before pulling back with a triumphant expression on his face.

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"....Mrrf?" Xander says intelligently.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I was right!" Bridge says triumphantly.

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"About what?"

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"Eggnog tastes pretty good, but eggnog and Xander tastes even better." It makes sense. To him.

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Xander snickers. "Xander Harris, ladies and gentlemen. He slices, he dices, he improves the flavor of eggnog. He's a floor wax and a dessert topping."

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Bridge giggles, doing that nose-touchy thing. It's possible he's had a couple of cups himself, yes. "Thought you liked it better t'other way around."

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"Dessert on top of m-- oh." Xander gives him a look that's entirely not not-dirty. "Hey, I can be flexible!"

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Bridge giggles again. "Oh yeah?" he says, shifting position so that he's suddenly sitting on *top* of Xander, facing him.

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Xander manages to set his mug down without spilling much of the remaining eggnog. Which... is pretty flexible, actually. "I can be, yeah."

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"Prove it," Bridge says, going in for another kiss. Meanwhile, one hand is working its way into Xander's jeans.

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Well, if we're judging flexibility by the amount of squirming currently going on?

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

The judge might consider that... if the judge weren't busy *causing* said squirming. Though now he's temporarily abandoned the pants in favour of attempting to wrest Xander's shirt off of him.

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And again, Xander's all for demonstrating his flexibility by helping out. Granted he's wearing two shirts so it's a long helping-out process, but since it involves more of the writhy-type action, that's not necessarily a bad thing.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And as soon as the shirts *finally* are off, Bridge means to go back to concentrating on Xander's jeans- or what's inside said jeans, anyway- but now there's a shirtless Xander right beneath him so he's taking his time making his way down there, with both hands (without gloves, which have gone the way of Xander's shirts) and mouth.

[rarrr word forgetting.]

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Shirtless Xanders are very appreciative of time-taking. For a while. Until the need to become wriggly again reasserts itself.

It's a pretty strong wriggle-need, apparently, because somehow by the time it's over, he's the one grinning down and straddling somebody else.

"Flexible. Like I said."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi there," Bridge says, grinning back at him. "Guess you were right. So, what were you thinking for your prize? A cupcake, maybe?" he suggests innocently.

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"Maybe," Xander says, one hand sliding down to Bridge's fly to... search for cupcakes. Yes. That's it. Cupcakes.

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Bridge might point out that there's no cupcakes there, but he's perfectly aware that's not actually Xander's intention and besides, he definitely doesn't have a problem with it.

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Xander leans down to kiss him again, cupcake search uninterrupted by the arrival of lips and tongue at the party.

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And lips and tongue and hands all working together means that now *Bridge* is doing some pretty impressive wriggling of his own.

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The coffee table slides nicely out of the way, even on carpeting. It's the roller-ball feet. That gives Xander more room to work at tugging Bridge's pants down and then off. To facilitate the search, of course.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Of course. There's just one more obstacle in the way of finding out whether there's really any cupcakes down there. There's certainly *something* that seems rather pleased about this lack-of-pants development, anyway.