Room 121 [Thursday Night]

[bridge_carson]

Even though he hadn't been the one saying goodbye to everyone, the day had still been kind of tiring, from an emotional point of view. The fashion show in the fifth floor common room had provided an... interesting change of pace, at least.

But now it was much later, and the door was closed and it was just the two of them.

[ooc: for... well. i should hope that's obvious. also nws omg.]

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Re: Friday Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Don't tell me," Bridge says, after a moment. Because then he can pretend there isn't a time-limit.

Re: Friday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

"Okay." Xander turns the clock away so he can't see it either, and taps the snooze button to give them... a little more time, anyway.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm," Bridge says, which is Bridge for "please to be doing that thing with your tongue now".

Re: Friday Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Maybe if we stay very, very still, time won't move at all either?"

[soldtoarmenians]

It's a little-known fact (known to, um, Bridge, Xander, and...possibly Cordelia but anyway) that 'That Thing With Your Tongue' actually comprises 5 small, separate 'Things With Your Tongue' that can be combined in approximately 417.7 different ways. (The .7 comes in when alcohol or heightened arousal due to extreme terror is involved, so we can probably round it off on this occasion.)

Xander does #72.

Re: Friday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

"Possibly that might need to involve beeing really, really quiet. So it doesn't hear us."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Which, judging by the happy noise Bridge makes in response, was exactly the right choice for this particular moment in time.

And somewhere, in the part of his brain that's still capable of coherent thought, the tiniest little spark of an idea starts to form.

Re: Friday Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I can do quiet," Bridge says with a whisper.

Re: Friday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

"Maybe we should hide under the covers from it?" Xander suggests, also in a whisper. "We could build a fort like John's. Only with less accidental homoeroticism and more with the on purpose."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Is good?" Xander murmurs, though he's not really unsure of the answer. It's just reflex, more a way of asking more of this or something else?

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Very," Bridge says. "Very, very good. M'thinkin, though..." he adds, and then trails off, uncertain.

Re: Friday Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Nobody ever finds you when you hide in forts," Bridge says, still whispering. "It's a rule."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Clearly I'm doing something wrong, then," Xander starts to say, but he stops after "Cl--" and just says, "Yeah?"

Re: Friday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

"Except the pizza delivery guy - he can find you anywhere. But we'll tip him extra so he won't tell anybody where we are."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Would you... do something for me? Maybe?" Bridge asks hesitantly.

Re: Friday Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"He doesn't get to stay in the fort, though." Bridge says firmly. "S'only room for two."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinks at him. It's kind of not fair to make him try to operate his brain on such a limited oxygen supply.

"You're asking?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I was being polite!" Bridge says, pouting a little.

[soldtoarmenians]

"You'd be polite even if you had somebody at gunpoint," Xander points out, grinning.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge totally blushes, because it's true. Though, okay, the only times he's actually held anyone at gunpoint were *simulations*... which actually makes it worse.

"Maybe," he mumbles.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I'll do anything you want," Xander says, partly taking pity on him and partly because that's true too. He runs his fingers lightly across Bridge's hip.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I..." he closes his eyes and just enjoys the sensation of fingers against skin, for a moment. "I want to watch. You." He says, opening his eyes again and locking his gaze with Xander's.

[soldtoarmenians]

Deliberately obtuse or just disbelieving that Bridge could possibly have suggested what Bridge just suggested? The world may never know.

"Um? Aren't you?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge coughs. "Not what I meant," he mumbles.

[soldtoarmenians]

Possibly more of the second than the first, because it does take Xander a moment to really get it. You know, before most of the remaining blood in his head rushes to his face.

"You want me to..."