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]

"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.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And I also love you. And that, that, what you're doing right now. And you. Did I mention that part?"

[needsaparrot]

"Mmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." That was a yes. That was so, so totally a yes.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay. Good, good. So long as we're clear. Should I stop talking? I can stop talking. Maybe. I think." Or it's entirely possible that the sudden and very welcome end to the sex-related drought has thrown his brain into overdrive and there's words just tumbling out all willy-nilly.

[needsaparrot]

Xander's tongue is a little busy right now, but that doesn't mean he can't clearly express a no. Especially to somebody who can read his emotions, anyway.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Well, okay then. I can totally keep talking. Do you have topic preferences? I mean, I could, I could, peanut butter! Or-" sharp intake of breath, there- "how that feels really, really good. The, what you're doing. Not peanut butter, because we're not- we don't have any. Right here."

[needsaparrot]

Considering what Xander's currently doing with his mouth, the muffled laughter probably adds an interesting side-effect.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Interesting, yes. And definitely not unwelcome, judging by Bridge's reaction, which is a breathless: "Definitely better than peanut butter."

[needsaparrot]

Good to know. Conveying actual words from his head always seems kind of hit or miss even with the gloves off, but again, and still, mouth? Busy.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

It's been a lot more hit than miss, lately, to the point where Bridge is almost considering mentioning it to the rest of his team. But not, you know, right *now*. Nope, right now he's all about appreciating what Xander's mouth is busy doing. Which should be pretty obvious to Xander right about... now. And if now's a little sooner than it usually is, well. They'd gone without for a *long* time (a week is totally a long time), okay?

[needsaparrot]

The fact that that week is over, SO VERY VERY OVER should be pretty obvious to Bridge, too, as Xander slides back up his body and tumbles them over in a tangle of arms and legs.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

It is very obvious to Bridge, who is perfectly happy to *be* tumbled. In multiple senses of the word.

[needsaparrot]

Xander's not often the one doing the tumbling, but it's. been. a. week. And someone would really like to express appreciation for that pep talk. And make use of what he found in the drawer, and he doesn't mean the IKEA catalog.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no. Bridge is open to trying new things, sure, but he draws the line at threesomes, moresomes, and furniture catalogues.

[needsaparrot]

That right there with the hot and slick and trying to go slow but FAIL, FAIL, FAIL because it's. been. a. week? Is not a furniture catalog in Xander's pocket - not that Xander's wearing anything with pockets or indeed anything at all.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Well, now. It's been a week for Bridge too, so he's not about to classify a lack of slow as a "FAIL" right now. Quite the opposite, really, judging from the "Please, yes, that," he manages to get out, having apparently used up his babble quotient for the moment.

[needsaparrot]

"That? Or that? Or mayb--" We interrupt this smartassitude for a gasp. "--be that?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Alla that?" Bridge tries, any smartassitude kind of lost on him at the moment.

[needsaparrot]

Is it possible to have a grin so smug you can see it in the dark? "Right. I'm on it."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Would auras count?

"S'why you're m'favourite," Bridge mumbles.

[needsaparrot]

You know, they probably would. Xander's has to be quite a sight right about now. Probably as incoherent as the only sounds he has the breath to make.