Newtech City, 2024. SPD Cadet Quarters. Friday Night. In the Bedroom. With The Lights Out.

[needsaparrot]

"...Okay, so I know guys supposedly say this all the time? But seriously, God's honest truth, this has never happened to me before."
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[OOC: For that guy who lives here. So not you, Jamie. Or Dor. Please God no, do not make the bed talk. Erm. Goes NWS, yes.]

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[needsaparrot]

Xander stops laughing into his pillow long enough to tap Bridge on the top of his head. "Dork."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge grins up at him again. "Yep," he nods in agreement.

[needsaparrot]

Xander tugs lightly on his ear. "C'mere, dork."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge c'meres. Theres. Is now back to being face-to-face with Xander. That.

[needsaparrot]

"You will never not turn me on."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Was that implied too, in the vows?" Bridge asks with a grin.

[needsaparrot]

"You have to read between the lines a little, but yeah." Xander nods and presses close against him.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I can do that," Bridge says. "Sometimes. And then sometimes I miss stuff even when it's right. There. But that's usually sarcasm-related."

[needsaparrot]

Speaking of missing stuff that's right. There... But to be fair, even Xander doesn't notice immediately, distracted as he is by going in for another kiss.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Well to continue with the whole being fair thing, kisses are nice, and pretty immediate, and...

Ooh. Hi.

"I think it worked!"

[needsaparrot]

Huh? "Huh?"

Oh. "Ohhh!"

Mmhhmm. "Mmhhmm."

Sometimes telepathy is a little superfluous, yeah.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

A little, but Bridge isn't exactly complaining. In fact, he's pretty much doing the opposite of complaining at the moment. Which is to say he's doing his best to encourage more of the same sort of reaction.

[needsaparrot]

And -- almost as if fifteen years ago and a universe to the left, a flower bedecked furniture-shilling island had just hove into view -- there's suddenly plenty more of the same reaction. "I...will never tell anyone about the pep talk if you won't. Truth spells don't count."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Are we *sure* you're not psychic now too?" Bridge asks. "Because I was totally about to say that."

[needsaparrot]

"I dunno, were you totally about to say hold on a sec and dive for the nightstand, too?" Xander asks, doing so.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well... no," Bridge admits. "But only 'cause you're closer."

[needsaparrot]

"Fair point." You'd think Xander's return would be... well, as swift as you'd expect from somebody who was about to do something they hadn't been able to do for a week, but you'd be wrong. Ish. "....Bridge?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Present and accounted for."

[needsaparrot]

"Why is there an Ikea catalog in the lube drawer?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I... have no idea?"

[needsaparrot]

"I'd be making some kind of Norwegian wood joke here, but I want to fuck you so hard I can't even come up with a decent punchline."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"There's a time for jokes and there's a time for sex and I'm voting for the latter right now, please," Bridge says.

[needsaparrot]

"Votes have been tallied. Sex wins by two out of two." Xander glances down as he slides back into bed. "...Four out of four."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Unanimous decisions, my favourite. I love a good democracy." Yes, he's babbling. No, he doesn't really care.

[needsaparrot]

Yup, Xander's pretty much past caring about words too. They're nice and all, and he kind of likes hearing whatever feels like falling out of Bridge's mouth, but he really doesn't have any particular preference as to what. He's concetrating on other parts of Bridge's body right now.