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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And now that clothes are no longer an obstacle, Bridge gets back to work on the important stuff. Like kissing, for starters.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander's tired, bone-tired even, not dirty except in context, but he's got the energy for this. Maybe because it's almost crazymaking slow, his hands on the sides of Bridge's face, thumbs gently sliding into his hair like it's possible to make it fluff out any more.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[soldtoarmenians]

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

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

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

[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?"

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"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.

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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..."

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"Please?" Bridge asks, back to the politeness thing.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Um."

He did handcuffs, right? Among other things. Without his face actually burning off. He can totally do this.

Really.

Probably.

"Okay."

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"Really?" Bridge says, grinning widely.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well it's not like I've never done it before. Just not, you know. With an audience." Xander frowns slightly. "I sure as hell hope."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge just grins even more, if that were possible, and leans in to kiss Xander once again before pulling away.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander shifts back on his elbows and scoots up the bed a bit. He glances over towards the nightstand for... well, there are Things which are occasionally useful for This among Other Things, not that he's really had the need to use them for This in quite a while due to an abundance of Other Things. Which is a hell of a long drawn-out euphemistic way to not just think lube, he reflects as he reaches for it.

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And Bridge absolutely does not snicker at that train of thought. For one thing, it's not like he's much better with the whole euphemism thing. For another, it'd kind of ruin the mood and all.