MCA0: Thursday Evening

[needsaparrot]

Xander hadn't forgotten what day it was just because there was a date yesterday too. In fact shopping for today might have something to do with why he was a little late for yesterday.

...And being a Harris might have something to do with why his apartment now smells like a combination of chocolate cake and burny, burny death.

Hooray for good ventilation systems? By which we mean a fan and a lot of open windows.

[OOC: For the gloved one. No, not you, Michael Jackson; get your own burnt cake. Up early for great Have You Met Us We'll Be SPing This Til Tuesday justice. Tumbles off the couch into NWSness.]

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[needsaparrot]

"Unbeatable bibble." Xander pulls him close. "Happy Valentine's Day."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Unbeatable, huh? You're inflating my ego, here," Bridge replies with a laugh.

[needsaparrot]

"Funny, it wasn't your ego I was going for there." If his meaning was unclear, what he does with his hand isn't.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm just-" completely forgetting what he was going to say, because, hi there hand.

[needsaparrot]

The hand says hi back. Sort of. "You were saying?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I. Um. That's good. *Better* than good, really," Bridge babbles.

[needsaparrot]

"I believe the grammaricially correct word is gooderer."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Goodest," Bridge corrects. "Definitely goodest."

[needsaparrot]

"So it can't get any gooderer?" Xander asks, sliding his thumb a little to the left.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No fair giving me pop quizzes at a time like this," Bridge pouts.

[needsaparrot]

"Even if I give you the answers?" Xander asks, doing his level best to make sure it gets gooderer.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You can give me whatever you want as long as you keep doing *that*," Bridge replies honestly.

[needsaparrot]

"This right here?" Probably not, no, since this right here involves speeding up.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That's good too," Bridge admits. "How 'bout we just change it to whatever you wanna do, that's fine with me, 'cause it's all really really really... yeah."

[needsaparrot]

Xander's not counting the reallys. He's pretty damn satisfied with the noises Bridge makes, and the movement in his hand, and...everything. Really really really.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Satisfaction seems to be a theme here, because Bridge is feeling really pretty (but not "really pretty") very extremely damn satisfied himself at the moment.

[needsaparrot]

Xander would argue about that really pretty part, because Bridge is looking kind of that way, from where Xander's lying. Though he might not actually voice that argument.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Which is good, because Bridge would probably blush and deny it a lot. And while there's definitely colour in his cheeks right now it's got nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with what Xander's currently doing with his hand.

[needsaparrot]

Oh, what the hell, maybe he will. "I love how you look right now," Xander says, leaning his head close, breath puffing warm along the side of Bridge's throat.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Wha?" Of all the things he was expecting Xander to say, that was not on the list, psychic or not. He squrims a little, arching his head back slightly.

[needsaparrot]

"I love how you look all the time," Xander clarifies. "But this..." His free hand trails a finger across Bridge's cheekbone. "Love this. Love knowing I can do this to you."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Love when you do this to me, love that you do this, love *you*," Bridge murmurs in reply. "So much."

[needsaparrot]

"Love you," Xander repeats quietly, and carries on making damn sure Bridge knows it.