The more than a little more than a little weird thing is, when Bridge's lips touch Xander's, he suddenly knows what he's doing. This is familiar where nothing else is, this is the taste and the faint scratch of stubble against his skin, and the smell of him, that Xander's had burned into his brain for what seems like a hundred years, and maybe it is, or close. For just a second, there's nothing weird at all.
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Date: 2008-04-14 03:19 am (UTC)