MCA 0: Sunday Night

[needsaparrot]

Xander is exhausted when he finally makes it back to his apartment, and not the good kind of engagement-announcing, Parker-tormenting, hard work and butt-bow-threatening kind of exhaustion.

No, this would be more the missing fiancé, teleporting to Greece, climbing Mount Olympus, hey-let's-play 20-questions-with-the-gods kind of exhaustion. Plus there was hopscotch.

You'd think some of that would go away after he discovered Bridge had been rescued, but not so much. Xander's still bone-weary with worry, and probably will be until he makes it inside and sees him face-to--- "Bridge?"

[OOC: For he whose name is on Xander's ass. Still not you, Jamie.]

Comments

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

A helpful wiggle or two and isn't teamwork awesome? Bridge certainly thinks so.

[needsaparrot]

Xander's a fan of teamwork. Well, not, you know. Entire teams. If threesomes are extra, he's not sure he wants to know about orgies and no, he's not thinking all that clearly now, thank you for asking. Orgy of two? That he can do.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Yeahno, orgies would not be Bridge's idea of good teamwork. So really, perhaps partnership would be the better word.

Either way, it's a good thing that sex in the living room is a frequent enough occurrence that they're well-prepared for the eventuality.

[needsaparrot]

Admittedly on Xander's part, that eventuality tends to include either rug-burn or a crick in his neck from the couch, but seriously? Small price to pay, dude.