Motel de Cheap-for-DC, Washington D.C., Saturday Night

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Isabel had gone home after their meeting with Parker and Jarod, but Xander and Bridge had decided they'd be less wiped-out tomorrow if they stayed here instead of going back to the island. It'd have been nice if there were any rooms left at the Hyatt besides the rockstars-have-parties-in-the-jacuzzi kind, but any bed without living things besides him and Bridge in it would do, really, for one night.

At least this was a slow week, not another one filled with recovering from being taken over by somebody else for the weekend or visiting people in the clinic. Hate The Moon Day Parties and birthdays were a lot less exhausting. So was spending time with Bridge, meeting new tenants, and goofing off with old friends.

Tomorrow, though.... not so much with the goofing off. Xander flops back on the motel room bed and stretches, then sits back up, fiddling with the remote, kind of tired and wired at the same time.

[For the B-word-person. NFB due to distance, NWS due to magic fingers.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Is that... our bed has a remote," Bridge observes with a raised eyebrow as he does a flop of his own.

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Xander blinks at it, since he'd assumed when he picked it up that it was, you know. The Remote. The all-powerful, important one. But in fact that one's still sitting on top of the tv, he realizes.

"Uh. Apparently?" He presses a button experimentally.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Is it supposed to do that?" Bridge squeaks.

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Xander grins as the bed continues to do a low-grade shimmy. "Magic Fingers!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey! That's *my* shtick!" Bridge mock-pouts at the mattress.

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"These don't read your aura," Xander assures him. "They just massage your...whatver's on the bed."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good," Bridge says firmly. "Because an aura-reading bed would just be... weird. Weirder than a vibrating one, anyway."

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"No vibrating upgrades in this month's issue of Pimp My Bed?" Xander teases him, thinking of his 'tricking out' plans.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'd never, I mean, it didn't cross my mind, no," Bridge says, reaching out with one hand in an attempt to tug Xander down from his sitting position. "Does feel kinda nice," he admits.

[needsaparrot]

"It's a step up from the ones where you have to put a quarter in to make it run for the next five minutes," Xander says, flopping back down.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Wonder how long this one goes for," Bridge muses. "Are there different settings?"

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"Like whip, grind, and puree?" Xander asks, thumbing a button on the remote. The vibration speeds up.

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"Whoa, that's... hi. Interesting." Bridge says, scooting closer.

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"Interesting?" Xander grins innocently.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Just as long as it doesn't shake so much that I fall off," Bridge says. "That'd be less 'oooh, tingly' and more 'ow, floor'."

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Xander snickers and scoots closer, resting a hand on Bridge's hip. "Let's explore the tingly option; we can always go for the floor later."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You know? I'm good with that." Bridge grins, leaning in for a kiss. "Which comes as such a shock to you, I'm sure."

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"Yeah, I'm..." Xander slips fingers under the hem of Bridge's shirt, sliding them across his back. "Flabbergasted."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hmm," Bridge says, arching his back at the touch. "Not if you can still *spell* flabbergasted you're not. But I think maybe I can work on fixing that," *his* hands, meanwhile, are busy dealing with Xander's jeans.

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"Who says I can spell it?" Xander murmurs, lowering his mouth to nip at Bridge's lower lip.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"S'a good point," Bridge replies. Or tries to, anyway, given that Xander's mouth is in the way there. Not that Bridge minds. At all.

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"I..." Because Xander can get that much out even when his lips are busy. And then his hands. "T."

He thinks he's funny.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Evidently Bridge agrees, as he lets out a snort of laughter. "Smartass."

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"Who, mine?" Xander feels he needs to check Bridge's, just to make sure.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yours," Bridge replies, very seriously.