MCA0, Sunday Evening

[needsaparrot]

Okay, Xander, not usually a candlelight kind of guy, but then today's not exactly a usual kind of day. When you've been dating somebody for eighty-five years, give or take one, or possibly that's the other way around, your anniversary ought to be a little out of the ordinary, right?

Right, a little. Right. So Xander's taken the time to set up various things picked up on the mainland yesterday, as well as one retrieved from the Post Office, express mail from Brazil. The apartment's flickering with soft gold light, and Xander's waiting more than a little nervously for Bridge to let himself in.

This is a good idea, right? Right. Really. Right. Right.

[OOC: For the soon to be bewildered b-word-person. That Bridge showed up is fine for broadcast, what he finds... not so much. Eventually NWS.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Clothes," Bridge manages after breaking the kiss. "We need to not be wearing them now." Starting with shirts, apparently, as he makes quick work of his own and then his hands are back on Xander. There's no hesitation, this time, as he pulls the shirt up and over his head.

"Oh, um. Hi. Wow." He's kind of staring a little, now. He can't help it.

[needsaparrot]

Xander is kind of... detangling his hair from the shirt for a second there, but then he looks down and flushes. More than he already had been, which granted is shades of shades of pink. "So, um. Apparently I have a nice rack. Who knew."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, we do, now, I guess," Bridge points out logically, hands slowly sliding up bare skin. There's a bit of fumbling with the bra clasp, unfamiliar as that particular step in the undressing process is, but eventually that's taken care of too, and he's leaning in for another kiss.

[needsaparrot]

And that's... hands. Hands on his skin and then hands and lips and and then Bridge's chest pressing against him with nothing in between them and HI WOW, those work a little different than the kind of pointless ones that came standard with his usual body-model.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"S'good?" Bridge murmurs. Not that he can't actually tell already, but he feels the need to actually ask. He dips his head down, then, to place a kiss along Xander's collarbone, and then... lower.

And then there's more fumbling as pants are very, very uncomfortable right now and so he's trying to take care of that but at the same time he really doesn't want to let go of Xander, like, ever.

[needsaparrot]

"Oh, Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, Moses, Flying Spaghetti Monster and everybody but Glory because I really still hate that bitch." That's sort of an answer.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Taking that as a yes," Bridge says, and then there's tugging bed-wards.

[needsaparrot]

Bed-wards is a place of goodness, and Xander's all too willing to be tugged. Somewhere on the floor there's a couple of shirts and a bra, and the air in the room is cool against his bare skin, but that actually helps because literally catching on fire would be... not a place of goodness.

And hey look, his hands are free, or at least one of them, and undoing Bridge's jeans? He's really good at that.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

That's much better. Much, much better. The tugging then becomes tumbling once they actually reach the bed, and then there's tugging of a different sort as Bridge reaches down to help Xander out of those slightly-too-big jeans that *he's* wearing.

[needsaparrot]

Under said jeans, Bridge would find something that looked a lot like this. ...Not precisely dirty.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Which causes Bridge to stop, and stare a little, and then look back up at Xander.

"You're wearing green," he says, pointing out the obvious while grinning like a huge dork. "Did you... you totally went *shopping*!" Which, logically he knows Xander must've, because the clothes he'd been wearing definitely weren't the kind that would fit him normally, and it wasn't Fandom weirdness this time so there would've been no magically appearing clothes, but... this just makes it sink in.

[needsaparrot]

"There's a Victoria's Secret in Alexandria I'm never setting foot in again, is all I'm saying." Xander waves a hand towards the clothing-strewn floor. "The bra was green too, y'know."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge just looks at him. "I was a little busy paying attention to *other things* at the moment."

[needsaparrot]

Xander grins, and heaves a sigh whose emphasis of those other things is not remotely unintentional as he kicks his jeans to the floor. "Good to know that fifty bucks was well-spent."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Sorry," Bridge mumbles apologetically, if a bit distractedly because oh, hi, *bouncy*.

[needsaparrot]

"Well, it's not like a don't have a whole drawer full of things I never want to have to explain to anybody not you, now. I had to guess at sizes, so there's like, four of everything."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I love you so much, you know," Bridge says fondly, fingers of one hand running lightly across Xander's back, eventually slipping underneath elastic.

[needsaparrot]

Xander, kneeling now, presses closer to Bridge as his hands slide over more places that they've been a million times, yet haven't ever. "Right back at ya."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

A happy "Mmm," is all Bridge manages in response to that as he attempts to help almost-naked Xander become naked-Xander.

[needsaparrot]

Funny how much shimmying is necessary -- by some definitions of the word -- to complete that process.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And after the shimmying there is... slightly bewildered staring.

[needsaparrot]

"...What?" Xander glances down at himself -- as it were -- self-consciously, naked now except for the necklace nestled between... well, okay, it doesn't usually nestle, admittedly.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I just- I mean, in theory, I know the... the process," Bridge babbles, turning an interesting shade of red. "I just don't actually know, I mean, when you're normal-you, I know what makes you, um... but now, not so much."

[needsaparrot]

Xander can't help the smartass snort. Which is very ladylike, he's sure. "Not like I would know that either."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah, but you've... you've probably got more of an idea than me," Bridge points out.