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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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander sits on the bed, fiddling with a comic book that clearly goes into the almost-packed trunk, and looking a little... something. Windblown. Lost. Maybe just exhausted.

"Anakin was right," he says thoughtfully.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"About?" Bridge asks, scooting closer and putting one arm around Xander's waist.

[soldtoarmenians]

"He said all the people stopping by...hurts." Beyond the telling of it is what he said, but it's not. Quite. Because here he is, telling.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge says. "I mean, they weren't even saying goodbye to *me* and it still..." he trails off.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander glances at Bridge. "Sorry."

He is; Bridge was there through all that, mostly quiet, and Xander really doesn't know what he'd have done if Bridge hadn't been, but seeing him unhappy is like the aftermath of a hard punch, dull and aching. It always has been.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Don't be," Bridge says. "I wouldn't trade one second with you for anything."

[soldtoarmenians]

That hurts too, of course, but it all does right now. The better it is, the harder it is to think about letting go, and this is the best part, so of course it's the hardest. "Same here." Xander pulls him closer.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And Bridge is quiet for a moment, just enjoying the contact, but eventually he tilts his head up and moves in to kiss Xander.

[soldtoarmenians]

It's slow and soft, and a little frustrating because Xander wants to keep it that way, make it last as long as he can, and he also wants to push for more, but he can't do both. Stupid physics.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge is still holding on to Xander with one arm, the other sliding downward and scrambling to undo the zipper to Xander's jeans.

[soldtoarmenians]

See, that works. Xander can do the slow, and Bridge can do the more.

Well, no, he can't really do the slow, not when Bridge is doing what Bridge is doing, but he's still trying. Stupid biology.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And stupid... not being able to make clothing spontaneously disappear, as Bridge is now reluctantly breaking off the kiss so that he can get rid of his.

[soldtoarmenians]

Actually Xander's pretty good with watching the clothing disappear piece by piece, though admittedly if he could do that and kiss at the same time it'd be keen.

Friday Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

There was snuggling, as per usual. But this time, Bridge was holding on extra-tight, not willing to let go just yet.

Re: Friday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander's not moving, not now. He's never hated morning more, and that includes the one where he woke up the stairwell - but at the same time, it's the best one ever, if he can just keep it right where it is.

Re: Friday Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge shifts slightly, still half-asleep. "Mrrph," he says intelligently.

Re: Friday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

"Five more minutes, Sky," Xander says, because somebody has to.

Re: Friday Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge giggles at that, though the giggle is slightly muffled due to the fact that his face is currently pressed up against Xander's shoulder.

Re: Friday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

He could slap the alarm (which hasn't gone off yet but will in a minute or two) and try to fall back asleep, but now that he's awake, Xander really doesn't want to give up an extra second of time that he could remember.

"Morning."

Re: Friday Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Mornin'," Bridge says, blinking himself into a somewhat-more-awake state.

Re: Friday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander glances at the clock. "So should I tell you how long we have left to lay around and not move, or would you rather not know?"

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.

Re: Friday Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

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

Re: Friday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

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