Room 227 [Saturday Night]

[bridge_carson]

The nice thing about a keypad lock? No fumbling for keys while being distracted by something- or, well, someone- else.

[NWS, yo]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander's eyes widen. "Guess that got through, huh?"

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"Loud'n clear," Bridge confirms, smirking just a little.

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"...wecoulddothat..." Xander says. Reallyfast.

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"Kay," Bridge says. "Don't move. 'less it's the kind of moving involving the removal of clothes. That's okay." And he gets up to go over to the shelf where aforementioned handcuffs were kept.

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It occurs to Xander as he's moving just enough to take off his shirt, that the handcuffs might not per se be necessary, given how well 'don't move' actually works all on its own.

Then again, 'necessary' isn't really the point, is it?

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No, it's not.

Bridge loops the handcuffs through the post in the middle of the headboard and fastens them around Xander's wrists.

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Of course this leaves Xander pretty much useless to assist in removing any additional clothes from, well, anybody.

He'd point this out, but he's a little busy being alternately nervous and really, really turned on.

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That's okay, 'cause Bridge *does* have both hands free. So his own clothes are out of the way pretty quickly, and he's crawling back on the bed and unzipping Xander's jeans.

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Does squirming count as moving?

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Well, yes.

Jeans and boxers out of the way, Bridge kisses Xander, first on the lips, and then trailing down his jaw, collarbone, chest... well, you can guess what direction he's heading, here.

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Xander wonders if whimpers count as talking, then remembers he hasn't actually been told not to do that.

What, he's supposed to be thinking clearly right now?

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"Well, we can fix that," Bridge murmurs thoughtfully- referring, of course, to the no-talking thing, and not the lack of clear thinking. "Shhh," he whispers, pressing a finger to his lips.

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zomg unfair! Xander thinks, except really it isn't, nor is he exactly hating the fact that now he doesn't have to worry about what stream of nonsense will pour out of his mouth if he lets himself open it.

The wriggling thing hasn't really stopped, but he's trying, dammit.

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And Bridge appreciates the effort, really.

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Apparently, yes. Xander appreciates the ...appreciation. Or at least the directly tangible effects of it.

In the position he's in, there's not much else he can do besides appreciate. Aside from whimper a little more despite the effort to shhh.

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Of course, the fact that Bridge's trail of kisses has now reached the intended destination probably isn't helping with the remaining quiet part.

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No, it's really, really not. Like 'oh hey wow are these walls thin' not.

Biting his tongue helps. A little.

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And speaking of tongues? Bridge's is currently very, very busy right now.

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Yeeeeeeah, the holding still thing? Xander so loses. No cookies for him.